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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 5, 2007 14:44:02 GMT -5
Priz wakes up from his drunken slumber, and catches a bit of the conversation his bar-mates are having about handgrenades.
"From experience, I have to disagree with what your saying friend." he says tiredly to DJ Spinbad, "Handgrenades throw pieces of steel around randomly. It's lousy against one zed, cause it rarely hits it in the head, and worse against a horde. The bodies just absorb the shrapnel. The same applies to machine guns, flamethrowers, and artillery. Great against the living, bloody useless against the dead."
He reaches into a large backpack leaning against the table, and pulls out a large crowbar, and what looks to be a homemade rifle.
"These are the best things I've found yet. I tried using shotguns and stuff like baseball bats and golf clubs after my MP-5 broke, but shotguns are too messy for me, and for all the hype in movies, bats and clubs do little damage to a skull. A crowbar never breaks, and it's useful for prying things apart and this (he holds us the rifle) is one hell of a gun. It's a modified Marlin Model 1894. I made the stock myself after I busted it on someone's head, and I've rebored it for 7.62mmR ammo instead of the .357 Magnum stuff it used to take. 7.62R is alot more common nowadays, what with all the Russians around. I used to have a Beretta too, but I must have misplaced it...."
He finishes his speech, yawns, and turns his attention to the bottle in his hand.
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