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Our bodies may get old, and our weapons may rust, but humanity's thirst for violence thrives.
~Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Nikon D850, Nikon 24mm f1.8g ED Nano, Nikon 14-24mm f2.8g ED Nano, Nikon 85mm f1.4g Nano, Nikon 105mm f2.8g Micro Nano, Nikon 70-200E FL ED VR f2.8g.
RPD
The RPD is somewhat based off of SBR variants used by Rhodesian soldiers; namely a shortened barrel, wooden foregrip, and PK-style skeleton stock. I added a cone flash suppressor because 1) it would seem somewhat useful to mask your appearance in the dark tunnels of the metro, 2) not too many small arms seem to use cone suppressors any more and I wanted to do something different, and 3) because it looks cool. Other features are the flashlight taped to the side of the hand guard, a cloth chin rest on the stock, and the custom ammo belt made from a BA gunner vest.
Coachgun
While in the Metro games the Duplet would be the equivalent of a double barrel shotgun, I was going more for a pre-war weapon that had been maintained over the years; but just barely. I mostly based it around a Norinco JW2000. I didn't put quite as much extra detail as the RPD. The only real "post-apocalypse-y" mod is the duct tape on the handguard and barrels (maybe to hold them together better?). I was thinking about adding a stock saddle with pouches, but never got around to it before going through with painting.
Aside from that there's a GP-5 gas mask meant for Yosif, but I really doubt it would work very well irl with a K6-3 visor. There's also a kukri standing in for a blade I'm currently working on also meant for Yosif.
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American rebels needed arms from France to win in their independence. By 1812, American industry manufactured everything needed to equip an army, including muskets, pistols, cartridge boxes, and swords.
1. American Powder Horn
The carving on this powder horn commemorates the rebel soldiers who marched north to Canada and besieged Quebec City in 177.
2. American Musket
This French-made musket has “US” (United States) stamped on the lock plate.
Some clone heavy weapons I've had around for a while. The background is pretty lame... sorry!
Gatling is based on a design by Brick Builder on MOC Pages.
I remember the Weapon X storyline being kind of a big deal when I was a kid. Though it doesn't tell you much.
This is another figure that probably works great in the snow... but we didn't get any here.
So one of my dioramas ended up standing in for the Canadian wilderness.
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
www.1001gardens.org/2013/10/harmless-organic-weapons/
Artist Sonia Rentsch make harmfull weapons from organic materials. A sort of protest against weapons to show he potential beauty of life.
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)
I suppose that every BBQing dad needs a hand grenade full of hot sauce. This offering was seen in a gift shop in Coeur D’Alene.
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.
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Another section from Kai and my NINJAGO collab, and one of my favorites - I just love the colors here! Plus, as this was the first on I built, I didn't have to worry too much about parts and size, so that was definitely a plus, haha! The stone floor/pathway was a new technique for me here, but I'm very happy with how it turned out!
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"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
The surface of the moon proved to be an ideal location for testing future military applications. Project Bug Zapper was a program designed to create a mobile weapons platform to combat the Buggoid's living organic vehicles with an artificial intelligence of its own. The program was both a success and a failure. It was able to creating a military AI, but it was also responsible for corrupting the AI of existing drone soldiers which were fighting alongside humans. Many skirmishes were lost when they suddenly became a three-way battle to the death.
Another mysterious weapon, using some kind of gel mixed with liquid oxygen as propellant, a flamethrower with a long range and the power of the ancient.
When we found it, it was really damaged, so the grip, the carrying handle and the "magazin" are made by us, the rest, was forged by the elders themselve.
How to reload. First, screw the gas tank (the red thing) out of its holding mechanism (the dark thing with the two rings. Then screw a new tank inside, open the valve and wait until the pressure gauge goes right. now, you have 5 burst of steel melting fire. Have fun.
Credits/Inspiration to Donar, for the Nordic Font and Benjoo, for that pressure gauge.
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PATUXENT RIVER, Md. – On June 14, F-35B Joint Strike Fighter test aircraft BF-2 completed the first test flight for the short takeoff and vertical landing variant with an asymmetric weapons load. Cmdr. Eric Buus flew BF-2 with an AIM-9X Sidewinder inert missile on the starboard pylon, a centerline 25 mm gun pod, and a GBU-32 and AIM-120 in the starboard weapon bay. Significant weapons testing for the F-35B and F-35C variants is in progress, including fit checks, captive carriage environment characterization, and pit drops. Aerial weapons separation testing is scheduled for this summer.
The F-35B is the variant of the Joint Strike Fighter for the U.S. Marine Corps, capable of short take-offs and vertical landings for use on amphibious ships or expeditionary airfields to provide air power to the Marine Air-Ground Task Force. The F-35B is undergoing test and evaluation at NAS Patuxent River prior to delivery to the fleet.
(Photo courtesy of Lockheed Martin)
Yes, I totally made a mockery of Chuck's design... I like building killing machines out of little plastic bricks.
For the latest in my tester line of laser cut designs I've gone for a little Nietzsche inspired piece. Nietzsche was a 19th century German philosopher who produced many scholarly articles. I think his 'best weapon' quote is bang on the money but it's tricky to be sure how impressed he'd be with my creation or whether he'd take umbrage with my use of his quote. Either way as it's quite small at 11x15cm I'll probably stick some magnets to the back and whack it on my fridge unless anyone else is interested. Drop us a line if so...
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Well, I've done it! The Standard model of the CornerShot, fitted with a glock pistol. This has been one of my most challenging weapons ever, because of the difficult feature that involves a third of the gun to rotate 180 degrees. I went over a few different designs and features, and after six weeks, and over 20 hours, I've come up with a final design I love! This is probably my favorite weapon I've ever built. I think I've done a good job at combining functionality with detail. The most difficult part of the swiveling section was the brake mechanism. If I was to make it turn, I didn't want it to just fall to one side every time I tilted it in the slightest direction. So here's how it works. A long technic rod was used as the axle, and a few technic bricks were used to attach both sections of the gun together. To create more friction so it wouldn't tilt so easily, I used rubber tires, and a ribbed hose flattened tightly. It still tilts, but not nearly as easily as it did previous to the additions. Some of the other working features besides the 180 degree turn include a working safety, collapsible stock, iron sights, removable pistol, folding screen for front camera, removable magazine, working trigger (on the pistol, not the rifle) and a few adjustable knobs on the front light. Some more facts about the gun, It's length is 34 inches long, and it weighs almost four pounds.
If you guys have any more suggestions on other guns, let me know! But for now I think I have one planned...