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Cigar Box guitar by Birdwood Guitars, Katoomba. Fender Elite Telecaster, Maton EM325C
Taken on a rainy Saturday - that became a noisy one not long after...
all my soviet at weapons,
i know i have so many :P
a Lend- Lease Bazooka
a Molotov- Cocktail
an Anti- Tank Dog
feel free to add yourself
Her tail, that is.
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Gracie deserved her own photo shoot this afternoon. She has been absent for awhile.
Pristhesancus plagipennis uses curved proboscis to inject digestive enzymes prior to devouring victim from the inside — my Townsville garden
Drill Instructor Sgt. Jonathan B. Reeves inspects and disciplines recruits with Platoon 1085, Charlie Company, 1st Recruit Training Battalion, at Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island, South Carolina. About 600 Marine Corps drill instructors shape the approximately 20,000 recruits who come to Parris Island annually into basic United States Marines. Parris Island is home to entry-level enlisted training for 50 percent of males and 100 percent of females in the Marine Corps. (U.S. Marine Corps Photo by Pfc. Aaron Bolser/Realeased)
"A vote is like a rifle; its usefulness depends upon the character of the user."
- Theodore Roosevelt -
Don’t leave your decision to someone else. Exercise your civil duty. VOTE!
Macro Monday project – 07/29/13
“X”
But it isn’t over.
My armour damaged, my nose bleeds....yet I still stand firmly. Friends around me may have fallen, but I feel the electricity surging through my veins.
Then Igarashi stands up as well, his face heavily scarred. He tries to use his “powers” on me, but he fails to do so when I’ve finally got a hold—as I shock him right on the spot. It's over for him. Connor, covered in dust and grime, rises but behind him, knocking Igarashi on his feet.
Now the student looms over his defeated sensei, huh, well played. I couldn’t be more glad to see him alive, my older brother. He was holding a staff, despite the rough, scarred edges, in his left hand, and the katana on his right. Even if I can't see through his mask, I could picture how his eyes would look like, being ready to execute him right away.
Connor: “This is over, Igarashi. You’ve used up your powers, and it’s out of your reach for the katana to be understood. This is a relic to be respected. Worse yet, you lied to us far too long. You have committed so much heinous crimes for too long. Ambition for power and all that... ”
Igarashi: “Yes—-young one.....yes! I conspired against you....because possessing the sword meant I would ascend to the highest rank of the crime families! I wanted more power....the ability of a superhuman.....but you had to stop me! You have given yourself to the cause of your family and friends more than us!”
Connor: “Unfortunately you misused it, and that’s not how it works. Abusing the greatest thing the guild ever stood for: honour. I’m sorry, but you’re going to—“
Igarashi: “Die?! Fine, go ahead and kill me! Do not forget who trained you? Who raised you to become the man today?!”
Oddcrow: “Wait! Cease your fighting at one! Dusksmoke, you’re not going to kill your sensei! I only did my part to protect you....I thought sacrifice was a way out.”
Connor: “Yes. But I’m holding back. People like him don’t deserve death like this, despite the actions he’s done. But he did have a hand in raising me. I guess I’m going to call it fair. In fact, you’re the one to make a choice. Because you’re going to be the next leader. You were my sensei after all. This isn’t a matter of his nationality or race, but I believe you have potential and true leadership. My fellow guild, would you agree?”
Assassins: “Yes. We vote in favour. He....is our new leader.”
Oddcrow: “Alright. He’ll be exiled. To an island where he will be spending the rest of his life. Take him away.”
Igarashi: "Wait--no, you can't do this! You will regret this! I will come back! I will have more power, and I will wield the katana however I see fit! Dusksmoke, you will pay!"
Connor: "No, you won't. I'll make you won't see the light of day if you try to ever make a return. Your last days and fate will be a collective judgement. Send him off, please."
***
Oddcrow: “Well, I guess this isn’t too bad after all, from a schoolteacher to a guild master....”
Dustsmmoke: “Nah, it’s good. You ever seen a cybernetic warrior going around doing stuff? That’s what I did....I saved children. From the Spectres.”
Oddcrow: “All these years, we were mistaken on the wars from the outsiders. However with Connor’s faith, he managed to bring us together. To shape a better guild. Because we’re not killers, exactly.”
Ty: “That’s honourable.”
Erin: “Yes. And will his old classmates and best friends, I can't wait for our big reunion”
Ty: “Glad to know you’ve got my back, like Avalon does.”
Sam: “This is where we’re leaving off, are we? To save the day again!”
Edens: "Well, I can't exactly leave you hanging at the end of every mission like that, fill the paperworks and---
Riley/Jesse: “C’mon Doc, at least give us the holiday back!”
Edens: “Right, right....vacation continues. No disruptions. Only if it's emergency. Two weeks, sound good?”
Kieran: “Let’s call for a celebration. Let's cheer ”
Oddcrow: “You are granted an extended stay in Japan. Go anywhere you want, how about that too? For Avalon, you are deemed worthy and you can come whenever you please. You have gained our trust. We are in your debt and would be gladly to call you allies.”
Edens: "For sure, we have your word. Now we gotta...clean up a bit before alerting the agency."
Harry: "Well, least to say I'm done killin' anyone for the night."
***2 days later, at Edens' Japanese penthouse:***
Ty: “Maybe I could take a look at the ancestry books, considering I’ve got my heritage here.”
Erin: “I’m sure you’ll love finding them here, Shiro.”
Ty: “Since when did you start calling me that again? Oh, and yeah, maybe I could bring gran and mom here one day...maybe even my sister.”
Erin: “Sure, family’s fun. I don’t know. Maybe since the first day? I had a big crush on you when we got to elementary. I think's it's cute.”
Ty: “That’s....makes sense. I knew I laid eyes on you since we met. I love you, Erinbug.”
Erin: “I love you, too, Ty.”
Connor: “Ahem, good chemistry, you two. I knew that’s why I aced every test in science class. Sensed it in the air around me. Couldn’t hold back before you wanna kiss, cuz I had to bring the gang back together like a glue.”
Erin: "I remember how you liked me for a while before it ended up a wingman for him."
Connor: "I was very helpful wasn't I? Crush turned into one of the best friendship. I helped you get notes for him. You know, just anything to impress. Ty, I helped both of you. Give me some credit."
Ty: “Very funny. You sound just like your brother.”
Jesse: “Well, Arden genes, hermano! Except for the fact when the other team’s gone around town. Gary and the ladies are going crazy at shopping, man.”
Edens: “Well, it seems like this is definitely elementary reunion after all. I got a question stuck in my head since then....have you actually considered it yet, Dusksmoke? On our offer?”
Connor: “Oh, on that? l’ve thought it through. Oddcrow’s a better leader than I am. Though for me, I could work solo even if there’s nowhere to go....and my friend’s still in hospital.”
Jesse: “We’ve got a spot up for you if you need it.”
Sam: “Could always lend a hand in Japanese weapon mastery and those herbs of yours, so I can work on medical stuff with Kurt and co.”
Connor: “Hmm, that’d be interesting.”
Ty: “You’ve proven yourself too, earned a worthy spot. Avalon deserves a sixth member just like Gamma....turns out it might be you now, Connor. Which makes you 11, sort of.”
Connor: “I’m game. This is might fight now, since guild stuff is gonna have to reform and change in time. Guess I do have a lot to catch up in what you guys do, eh? Wait, is that Agent Khattar?”
Khattar: “In the flesh, agents. I’m sorry if I’m interrupting a nice reunion, but I’m here to announce I’m officially in on the Paladin stuff.”
Edens: “Just before you all get surprised, Navin’s now a partner with Paladin. He might belong to Interpol, but we secretly had an agreement to benefit conditions on our terms. Again, I'm sh*t at keeping it secret.”
Harry: “Though the boards would never agree...I’ll still play it through. Cheers.”
Khattar: “Cheers to you too. I’m sure it is going to be fine, a promise is a promise—-it’ll be confidential. I trust all of you given your defense in Tokyo and the countries you hopped on fighting. But as I suspected, that there are bigger hands behind what we’re looking at. They might be planning something....and your business friend is in danger.”
Edens: “Mason? He’s doing fine....but he’s been strange as always.”
Khattar: “Then you’ll have to keep an eye on him. For now, I will leave you guys be. Have fun! And also, Dusksmoke, your friend is doing alive and well. Go check up on her when you have the time.”
***
Board member: “And he’s officiated? Wonderful. For this event, I will not hold regard or remorse, but you should have let us know, Remus."
Edens: “Yes. Dusksmoke was always one of ours. He’s been playing the mole this whole time.
Raze: “Pfft, fine. You have it off easy this time since it's the Paladin council deciding together. But I will not tolerate your secrets being kept from us, privately and personally as a high ranking official. There will be no next times. You know what the
consequences, don’t you Avalon?”
Ty: “Of course. I’m proud to lead this team, ma'am.”
Raze: “And the Interpol agent....he’s an ally too?”
Erin: “Precisely.”
Raze: “What about the sword?”
Harry: “In the care of the guild. We know who the White Ninja is....will send in the details later.”
Sam: “But yes, allow us to have this holiday first....the job can come in for a bit.”
Raze: “Approved. You are now dismissed. Raze and council out.”
Once we disconnected with the leaders, we were left to our own. What a relief. There’s so much questions to ask. So much answers to be sought—-which means there are deep mysteries yet are unsolved.
I know it isn’t over yet, but I’m glad that I’ve found my brother, who I deeply miss, a boyfriend who I truly love, and my friends getting together, at full circle. The experiences of saving lives have never been better.
But I can always assure to the world, that Paladin is needed, no matter what cost or conflict there is....
We’ll be there.
Royal Navy Attack submarine HMS Astute fires a Tomahawk cruise missile during a testing mission near the USA.
The Royal Navy’s newest submarine has blasted Tomahawk missiles far across the North American skies, as part of its first test firing mission.
Pictures show the Tomahawk weapons, which rocketed from HMS Astute at up to 550 miles per hour (885kph) across the Gulf of Mexico.
The 5.5-metre-long cruise missile weighs 1,300kg and has a range of more than 1,000 miles.
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Artist Sonia Rentsch make harmfull weapons from organic materials. A sort of protest against weapons to show he potential beauty of life.
- This heavy mecha consists of 1617 parts including an additional weapon accessory, that he can easily hold in his hands.
- In the cockpit there is a room for two minifigures.
- The model is minifig scale and was designed not only for display purpose but also for posing and careful play.
Model size: Height: 29-30 cm | Width: 14-21 cm
After purchase, two files become available for download.
- a step by step building instruction in pdf
- a parts list in xml
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A lush, verdant, emerald jewel in the heart of the Surrey Hills.
Such is Friday Street.
Tucked away in one of several valleys on the back-slope of Leith Hill, spring-sourced tributaries tumble northwards to converge at Abinger Hammer to form the delightful River Tillingbourne.
At Shalford, near Guildford, this river joins the Wey.
The lake is a “hammer-pond,” so called because iron-ore
found in the Greensand strata below was smelted in forges
to make tools, weapons and cannon-balls in medieval times.
The stream was dammed here and the fall of water from it
powered hammers that transformed the smelted iron.
Greater quantities of higher quality ore in northern England
superseded this source and soon its only evidence
was as nodules in the mortar of local cottages, to strengthen the fabric.
Now these ponds are so integral to the landscape, flora and fauna that they seem a totally natural and exquisitely beautiful
feature of the Surrey Hills.
The New Weapon
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“Haymar, look out!” Mirranda’s voice cried, from behind him. He spun, and saw the Queen’s soldier bearing down, almost on top of him. With a single slash, the soldier toppled off the blood-slicked battlements, into the dark horde of men fighting below.
“Thanks!” He said, breathlessly, to her. She smiled at him, the relief written on her face.
“I was almost too late. Next time, you need to be more carf-.” She stopped in mid-sentence, her eyes widening in horror. He read what was reflected there, and spun, his shield coming up, just in time to block the stroke of a huge, double-bladed pole-axe, wielded by a massive outlaw. Haymar staggered, under the strength of the blow. The soldier hauled back the massive weapon, preparing to deal another blow. Haymar lunged forward, and jabbed at the other’s face. The outlaw dodged, and swung the pole-axe down.
“AAHH!!” Haymar yelled, in pain, as the axe cut into his arm. His shield was slammed from his grasp, and he was knocked off his feet, the air being expelled from his lungs, as he hit the battlement floor.
“NO!” Mirranda screamed. Nocking an arrow, she drew it back, aiming for the outlaw, and released. The outlaw turned, and deflected it off his axe. He swung the axe, and hit her with the flat of the blade, sending her sprawling. The brute turned back to the still-winded Haymar, and raised the axe above his head, preparing to bring it down, on Haymar. Laying there, Haymar realized this was the end, and he regretted it was to end this way, with so much of his life still ahead of him. I never even got to tell Mirranda how I feel about her, he thought. And now it’s too late. I’ll never—with a gasp, Haymar sat up, in his bed, his heart racing.
Whew, he thought, it was just a dream. A mighty scary dream, though. As his heart rate settled, Haymar looked around the darkened room. There were four sets of bunks in the room, two on each side. Haymar and Ana shared one, Mirranda and Ivan shared a second, Sir Rodney and Lord Barry shared a third, and Elfrida and Laven shared the final one. Haymar had taken the bottom bunk, Ana the top.
Mirranda’s bunk was next to Haymar’s. He looked over at her sleeping form, and thought about his dream.
Did he really feel that way, about her? Yes. He decided, he did. Mirranda had always been a good friend, since childhood. But lately, Haymar had began to care for her, as more that just a close friend. But what if she doesn’t feel the same way? Haymar thought. I’ve no idea how to approach her, and if—, a quiet knock, at the stout, wooden door of the room, interrupted his thoughts.
Haymar froze, wondering who was knocking, at this hour of the night. He slipped out of bed, buckling his sword over his back, and moved over to the door. He unlatched it, and opened the door a crack.
“Who is it?” He whispered. A short, fidgety looking man, with shoulder-length black hair, and a well-groomed mustache, moved into view.
“It is me, Arfondo.” The man said quietly. “I’m the chief engineer, and I’ve invented something you really ought to see.”
“Now?” The other asked, wondering if this was an assassination attempt. If so, it was a pretty poor one, which led Haymar to conclude that the man was legit.
“Yes, now.” The other replied. “And get Lady Ana too. She’ll want to see this.”
“Just a moment.” Haymar said, and, closing the door, went over to his sister, and gently shook her awake.
“Ooh, Haymar?” She said, groggily, as she came awake. “What is it?”
“There’s a man at the door. Says his name is Arfondo, and he’s the chief engineer here. He wants to show us something.” The other replied.
“Now?” Ana asked.
“Yes,” Haymar said. “Apparently it can’t wait. He says it’s very important.”
“It had better be really important, to warrant waking us, in the middle of the night, like this.” She said, and, after getting out of bed, and buckling on her sword, she followed her brother back over to the door. When they opened it, Arfondo was standing right where Haymar had left him, fidgeting nervously.
“Follow me.” He said, and headed down the passage, to the right. Haymar and Ana followed, trying to keep up with Arfondo’s quick, fidgety strides.
As they got closer to wherever they were going, they began to hear the distinctive sounds, of a blacksmith at work. Haymar and Ana exchanged a look. Who would be working at this hour of the night? They both wondered. Their question was quickly answered.
“Here we are.” Arfondo said, as they approached a thick wooden door, set into a frame of brick.
Arfondo pulled a key from beneath his tunic, inserted it into the lock, and turned it. With a click, the door unlocked. He replaced the key in it’s place, and turning the handle, beckoned the inside.
The room behind the door, was much longer that it was wide, and, Haymar immediately noticed, there were about a dozen target dummies, set up at the end of the chamber. Off to the right, was a small blacksmith’s furnace, with an anvil in front of it. There was indeed a blacksmith working there, forging a longsword. Next to them, was a small table, with a man assembling something on it. Across from them, were several larger tables, piled with stuff. In the middle of the room, sat a large, cloth-covered, object.
Arfondo closed the door behind them, and led them over to the cloth-covered object. Grasping a corner of the cloth, he said, “This is what I wanted you to see. It’s going to give us a great advantage over the Queen’s Soldiers. Behold, the Shard Sling.”
He yanked the cloth off, revealing what was beneath. Haymar, and Ana, gasped, in shock.
Beneath the cloth, sat a most unusual contraption. It had a small ballista’s carriage, but instead of the normal bow, it was a long, metal barrel, with spiked wooden limbs, extending from either side. At the very back of the weapon, were two handles, with a trigger in the middle. Just in front of these, was a small hatch, in the middle of the barrel. There were two, narrow, slots, cut into the side of the barrel ending just behind the hatch, into which a thick string disappeared.
“Well,” Arfondo chuckled, “I can see you’re speechless, so I’ll explain what you’re looking at.”
He gestured to the Shard Sling. “This is the result of many long months of experimenting, and lots of trial and error. I wanted to make something that was more powerful than a ballista, but also more mobile. The way it works,” He said, motioning them to look closely, “Is, attached to the middle of the string, is a round disc of steel, perfectly shaped to fit inside the barrel, with no space on either side. To load the weapon,” Arfondo said, motioning to a small lever to the right of the barrel, “You first, haul back this lever, til’ it clicks into place. Then, you open this hatch here.” He said.
“What’s the ammunition?” Ana asked. In answer, Arfondo reached over, to a table nearby, and picked up a handful of small, metal shards.
“These.” He said, holding them out, for the other two to look at. They bent close, examining the shards.
“Looks nasty,” Haymar said. “How’s it do?”
“Watch.” The other replied, and, walking over to the Shard Sling, he loaded the shards into the hatch. Closing it, he stepped aside, and motioned for Haymar to take the handles. He did, wrapping his fingers around the grips.
Arfondo pointed to the dummies at the end of the chamber. “Aim for those dummies, and when you’re ready, pull the triggers.”
Haymar sighted down the barrel, took a deep breath, and pulled the triggers.
WHAM! The string flew forward, releasing the tension on the limbs, and slammed against the stops. The weapon recoiled, almost causing Haymar to lose his balance. The several dozen metal shards shot out of the end of the barrel, and streaked down the length of the chamber, scything into the target dummies, with devastating results. The dummies were shredded.
Haymar and Ana stared, in amazement. The Shard Sling had destroyed over a dozen dummies, at a range of forty yards. Haymar turned to Arfondo.
“How far is the range on this?” He asked.
“It’s effective as far as one hundred and fifty yards.” The other replied. “After that, it becomes increasingly inaccurate. It’s meant as an anti-infantry weapon.”
“A hundred and fifty yards.” Haymar repeated, staring at Ana.
She grinned. “We’re gonna kick the Queen’s butt with this.”
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For those of you who’ve read the Shannara series, yes, I stole the concept of the Shard Sling out of them, combining the railgun, and the rail sling, that were featured in the novels. :D
I wanted a weapon that was more advanced than ballistas and catapults, but not utilizing gunpowder, which isn’t allowed in Lands Of Roawia. Thus, the Shard Sling was born.
Oh, and sorry for the absurdly long story. Hope you all like it.
This male kingfisher is a much photographed bird which can usually be relied on to turn up and pose for the cameras on most days at Mere Sands Wood local Nature Reserve. This shot shows off his dagger like bill.
Operators from the Victorian Special Operations Group training soldiers of the Greater Middle Eastern Coalition Forces (GMECFOR).
Note: Both the country Victoria and the Greater Middle Eastern Coalition are fictional.
A weapon that charges bolts with kinetic energy before firing them.
As if he could ever lift that in the Lego realm.
"I'm sorry, Sir ... but the computer shows Mister Logan to be fully active. He is in tunnel two, Sir ... !"
('Weapon X' / 'Wolverine' by ToyBiz / Marvel Legends)
Diorama by RK
Yes, General, these machines here are fully equipped with the latest firepower.
Here we have the fully rotational chainguns, the invulnerable armor, and it's own built-in cooling system.
Yes, sir...this is the prime defensive war machine!
Built two of these incredible robots by cbolego and love them!
Weapons by Brickarms
Utility belt by Brickforge
June 6, 2244.
D-Day.
The ISA begin the grand amphibious assault on the shores of the Helghan.
The weapons room...obviously.
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