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Whether it's due to riding the "new year" wave, or because this song simply popped into my head and I wanted to "samplerred" all the options available, "Bombs" by Dawn Richard has this energy, this confidence, this self-assuredness that definitely caught my ears (and eyes) and got me intrigued with her "Armor On" EP. I could give those uninitiated a "lesserrin" on who she is and how she got to this point (as well as reuniting with Danity Kane), but for now...just let Dawn's looks lure you in and the 808s and choreography take you over.
lamp oil. rope? Bombs??? (palette meme)
You want it? It's yours my friend. As long as you have enough chaos emeralds.
La primera bomba es Fat Man y la segunda es Little Boy estos dos juguetes del tío Sam causaron unas heridas que jamás sanaran al pueblo japones. ¡NO HA LA GUERRA !
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The first bomb is Fat Man and the second is Little Boy. These two toys of Uncle Sam caused wounds that will never heal the Japanese people. NO WAR!
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最初の爆弾はファットマン、二番目はリトルボーイ、この2つのアンクルサムおもちゃは日本国民に決して癒すことのない傷を与えました。戦争はありません！
Battle of Mosul, Iraqi Federal Police quadcopter turned into an armed drone.
I fucking love how they use a shuttlecock to stabilize the grenades, which look like ones from a 40mm grenade launcher.
Source.
Once again, special thanks to byzantinefox for the link, you rock dude!
THATS NOT HOW GRENADES WORK!!!!!!!!!!
basically. if a grenade gets dropped on you
you're dead
lol
no body.
red mist
nothing.
However.
If you throw your body onto a grenade (assuming you're a decently sized person.. like a nazy seal, (ACT OF VALOR REFERENCE) you still
die...
but less people die cause it explodes *into you* and not yeah
basically cooked pieces of meat doesnt work because there would be nothing left of grandpa. or grandchild. or grandchild would be heavily mutilated depending on where/how/distance/did we hold the grenade after pulling the pin for a hot second??/did we pull and throw/pull+and throw at the same time?/what force were we throwing it at/how deep was the cliff/canyon/did the grenade land next to grandpa or on grandpa?/how far was grandpa from child?
either way, there would not be cooked pieces of meat falling from the sky.
They would've seen the explosion or heard the explosion, because grenades are powerful, but not powerful in range.
What the hell… 😭
This is why I'm taking a course on architecture instead of an engineering course.
Anyways! While I work on the continuation for my NSR comic, have some 1010 headcanons I drew a while back because I very much care for my idiot sons and I am very, *very* into speculative biology/robotics
If you have a degree in engineering or robotics don't look at me lmao
Little Bittle #42: The Bomberman Blues
Hey pals & gals. This small comic is from a deep part of my heart. My childhood was spent playing video games all day, but even so, I was never that good. I mostly played classic RPGs, because they required no skill; one only had to get up to level 99 for each character to totally kill that final monster.
So when I entered the world of Halo and CoDBlOps at the houses of my dearest friends, I was humiliated in front of all. Everyone meleed me from behind, goddamnit. You could never possibly know the pain I felt. My friends had 19 kills and I had one, and the only reason I got that one was because I managed to blow us both up at the same time.
I wondered to myself as I walked down the halls in high school, When will I ever beat my bros in a game? Shall I forever be the worst gamer in the room?
Well, one day, my friend put on Bomberman. I was the best. I was unstoppable. I blew up every other Bomberman within miles. It seemed like I was just doing it on instinct, my gameplay was so flawless.
I thought, hey, now that I'm good at Bomberman, maybe I'll get a little more respect around here. But no, it was not to be. Even after winning game after game, no one cared. No one patted me on the back or praised my skill like they did after CoDBlOps. We just turned off the screen and forgot about it.
Thus, that is where this comic comes from. Do you understand now, smallies? DO YOU?
Pain and hope
