whitewolf001

Welcome from next door cousin. A feller I know, that I used to work with, is from your AO. Mike Johnson if you know him.

Welcome cousin, cookies will be distribu........ correction, there are no cookies. *nom-nom-nom-nom*

  If I am in the area I will give you a holler, any TGO discounts? ;)

Welcome from the middle cousin.

Well that's a realistic perspective......

Mags for 54R and .308 are supposed hard to come by.

Welcome from the middle cousin, thank you for your service.

^^Absolute truth

  It's like you knew exactly what my WASR-10 does, you are some kind of psychic. ;)

My dad just duracoated a VERY worn late 70's production Win mdl.94 in tactical black which really looks and feels like a phosphate coating.

It took for us one bottle BUT we also happened to paint my black CTR stock for my ST-15 as well so that took quite a bit, polymers require a bit more than we anticipated, the coat on the mag ext got the lightest amount so i'm gonna have to recoat it. Just remember, if it's got a bit of polymer, get extra you'll be glad you did, lol.

The BIGGEST thing is prep, it'll take you longer to prep than to paint it. There's a list on their website that says how you have to prep pending what material or finish it has. I used brake cleaner first to help save on the Duracoat Trustrip which you'll need according to them(I'm not a chemist and don't wanna waste the paint to prove them wrong so I just took them at their word) and some Reducer, I went ahead and got the Duracoat brand as well. Clean your sprayer with some reducer to make sure it is free of any foreign substances. Shake up your paint for about five minutes, pour into mixing container(this is where you'll mix your hardner and paint so that you don't waste all the paint should you have surplus), mix for again, about five minutes. Less hardner for a matte finish, more for a shinier finish, just can't do too much either way. It's 12 parts paint for 1 part hardner or 4 TBSP to 1 TESP if you like. Do yourself a favor and DON'T do this without two VERY key things, resporator and measuring spoons, had neither and had to work something up... which resulted in no mask and the measuring spoon from the kitchen. (RUN AWAY!!!!) Ask away if you have any questions.

  Airbrush using a pressure feed gun, it's actually super easy that an idiot can do it, hence why it was so easy for me... :p

Thank ye. :D

This is my Remington 870 Duracoated in Magpul FDE, I fell in love with her all over again. Ummmmm-Hmmmmmm, Big Bertha went and got a tan!

  Hubba-hubba

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Jack was wincing, he didn't feel any pain. He looked up to see Brigsby moving towards him cautiously but not looking at him, Jack looked behind him and there was a woman laying on her back about five feet away, twitching. "She was reaching for you with her arms out, she had the same look that one had." Pointing with his shoulder to the biting body laying on the ground. A horrified look crept over the officers face "I just shot a person without verbal warning, my god, I'm going to go to prison!" Jack realized that if he didn't say something, the poor man might try to do something drastic, "look, you percieved her just as much as a threat as I did that one over there, you were trying to protect me and I appreciate that but we've got bigger problems now, cause she ain't dead!" Brigsby looked at him with a wrinkled face, "There's no fregin way, I just put six rounds in her abdomen, she should, be..." Brigsby began to trail off looking at the body because it had just now sat up, looking at him, then towards Jack. She then began to crawl to what was percieved as the easier of two targets, Jack started scooting back as fast as possible, "Shoot her in the head man, shoot!!!" Brigsby fired a round into her leg, this made no difference to her. "The head man, you've got to shoot the HEAD!" Brigsby frowned, "God help me!!!" He then pulled the trigger discharging a round into the side of her skull splattering brain matter all over the side of his cruiser.   Jack looked at him, "Thank you, I don't know what I would've done without you." Brigsby stood there in total disbelief, "I just executed a person..." Jack infuriated now, "Damn it man, wake up! We need to get out of here NOW! That woman showed up because of the gunshots! We need to get out of here before more show up!" Brigsby stood there thinkning on it for a moment, then said "No, I need to stay here in case anyone else shows." Jack was desperate to convince him to get out of there, "Sir, with all due respect, @#$& that, we need to beat feet somewhere safer than the middle of the street, that one there ain't going anywhere, he broke his neck in the crash and it's limited his movement to just the head." Brigsby rebuttled with, "We can't just leave him here, someone else might end up like that paramedic" Jack tired of arguing, "Look, I'll take care of him, lets just get the hell out of here but first you need to uncuff me!" Brigsby thought on it for a moment and then said, "Alright, we'll head to the station and try to figure out just what in the Sam Hill is going on. Is your truck still road worthy?" Brigsby leaned down and began to unlock his cuffs after they were off, Jack rubbed his wrists then looked at his truck, "I dunno but we'll find out real quick."   Jack jumped up onto his feet, repocketing his belongings, then made his way over to his truck, he retrieved the pistol thumbing the safety on, he stowed it into the small of his back. He walked over to the truck and after unlocking the truck tool box, he drew out a case, a plate carrier with full mag pouches and a back pack. Opening the medium sized case revealed an AR-15 split from the upper and lower. Jack snapped them together then inserted a fresh thirty round magazine coupled to another magazine, though not charging it in the presence of the officer. He then threw the plate carrier on and set the rifle barrel down propped up against the center console. Jack then opened the pack up to withdraw a drop leg holster to stow the FNX with then proceeded to toss the pack into the passenger seat of his truck. Brigsby walked over and let out a low tone whistle in surprise, "You ready for world war three?" Jack smiled and said, "Nope, but I'm ready for just about anything else."     End of Chapter 1

Jack slowly leaned over, laying the weapon, which he had just used to suppress the threat he felt from the young man, onto the ground. He was sure to move slowly as to not give the officer a reason to fire on him. The officer then commanded, "hands on your head, now!" Jack complied, "take ten steps forward!" Jack was now within about ten feet of the officer, "Turn around! Good, now get down on your knees!" Jack complied completely not wanting to end up like the young man, "Face on the pavement, now!" Jack was beginning to get worried and was mulling over in his head what he was going to tell the officer 'sorry man, he looked like one of those things from the Romero movies so I just went and did the world a favor and shot him in the face.' frowning, he thought, 'Yeah, that'd go over real well'. As the officer handcuffed him, he grabbed Jack by the shoulders, "Stand up." Helping him get on his feet, Jack could see, now that he was really up close, that the officer was an older man, probably in his late fifties possibly early sixties, more than likely nearing retirement, his name tag read Brigsby at that moment the paramedics arrived on the scene.   The officer walked Jack to the front quarter of his fender and asked Jack, "do you have any weapons in your pockets, drugs, or any other paraphernalia I should be aware of before searching you? I don't wanna jam my hand in there to have it find a needle." Jack shook his head, "No drugs or anything like that sir but there is my pocket knife on my right side." The officer then equiped a pair of leather gloves and removed the Kershaw pocket knife, along with Jacks cell phone, a small LED Surefire light, the magazines for his pistol, and finally his wallet. Brigsby removed Jacks license and handgun carry permit, reading off the name listed, "Jack Malone, huh?" The officer sat Jack down and calmly asked,"What the hell happened here son?" Jack looked at him solemnly and responded, "He, he just kept coming. He wouldn't stop, I shot him in the shoulder and that didn't even phase him..." Brigsby then pulled out a notepad and pen and then began to take notes, "What weapon did he have?" Jack then realized that this is where it's going to get a bit more, complex, "He didn't have one." Brigsby gave a quizzcal look to Jack, "Then where did you perceive the threat from?" Jack shut his eyes, remembering the stare that the young man and the driver gave him, something he would later call, the 'dead eye', "I'm going to calmly explain the events that unfolded but first tell the paramedics NOT to touch the other body, please, it's for the safety of everyone!" Brigsby looked puzzled once again by his statement, "Son, just what the hell are you..."   At that moment both Brigsby and Jack heard one of the paramedics scream out loud, it was a young woman in her early twenties, she grasped her hand as an artery had been bit clean in two, it began to spurt blood in pulsations, soaking the pavement in crimson. "The stiff here bit me!!!" It wasn't but a minute later after her coworker began to tend to her hand that she was laying on her side vomiting a mix of blood and bile. Jack yelled to Brigsby, "SIR, PLEASE! Un-cuff me, this is about to get really bad!" Brigsby ignored him but realized that there still wasn't another officer on scene and requested backup, the response he received was that ALL other units were assisting with similar cases and that help would arrive as soon as humanly possible.   "We're on our own", looking to the other paramedic, "Son, what's your name?" the paramedic trying to get the bleeding to stop let alone figure out what was wrong with his partner responded, "Aaron sir!", he said very panicked. "Aaron, I want you to stay with her. I'm going to check on my suspect, stay positive bud." Brigsby had never seen anything like this before so he was going to ask the only person whom even had an inkling as to what was happening and he just so happened to be in custody. "Jack, tell me just what the living hell is going on here." Jack mulled it over in his head in how to explain it without sounding like a loon, which no matter which way he said it to himself, he still sounded crazy. "Sir, I think its a virus. With how fast it's acting I'd say its a weaponized virus which would explain the sudden and random act of Martial Law." Brigsby pondered on it for a second, "Son, you might be right but we need to..." At that moment Aaron called to Brigsby, "Sir, I'm losing her! I need to get her to the hospital, can you secure this scene until more help arrives!?" The officer nodded and yelled to him, "Son, you get her the hell out of here and godspeed to ya!" Aaron loaded her up into the van, with the help of Brigsby, onto the gurney. "Take good care of her!", the van pulled away in a hurry heading towards the hospital.     Brigsby then heard snapping coming from the body on the ground now facing up, the corpse stared at him while Brigsby looked at it in awe and sheer disbelief, "This can't be real..." Jack then yelled with all his might, "BRIGSBY!!! You asked me 'what threat did I perceive', well, do you see it now, in his eyes? He looks at you like you're there but not there, that's the same kind of eyes that the man I shot had!" Brigsby looked at Jack, in horror , immediately drawing his weapon pointing towards him, "Hey, wait a minute don't..." Before he could finish the older officer fired six rounds...

I can understand wanting a super quiet weapon but if you need to take down some aggressive two legged varmints, do you think it'll be enough? Engaging one or two won't be a problem but if you get say squad size or larger, what then? Just my honest curiosity, I might incorporate some of this data into my story. :D

Nice score with the 26, you'll love it. As for the ammo, I hope you feel my seething hatred right now...

As everyone else has said, pick and choose your friends carefully. There are lots of 'nice' people out there who would turn on you and shank you in a second for some extra cash. As for the rifle, I got my Romanian M44 for $150 off a bud. I know someone who might sell you a Chinese M53, they're the same thing, just a Chinese Variant. I think he wants $190 or so.

  I used to have an IO, it's quality isn't quite Arsenal but it kicks the CRAP outta Century.

What would you guys use if the schumer hit the fan with a outbreak of lame brains(no, not politicians or residents of libtard cities)?   1. Primary   2. Secondary   3. Melee     Me personally, I'd use what I have in my already existing Bug Out equipment;   1. ST-15(AR)   2. FNH FNX-9   3. Machete/Tomahawk   What say you fellers, what would you have?

They need some better writers next season, like hard core. I was fregin bored as all hell.