cross-posted from: https://lemmy.zip/post/1121798
Archived version: https://archive.ph/zEf84
Archived version: https://ghostarchive.org/archive/qdGxN
cross-posted from: https://lemmy.zip/post/1121798
Archived version: https://archive.ph/zEf84
Archived version: https://ghostarchive.org/archive/qdGxN
lmao that gun “bipod”
It’s not a bipod it’s a bench rest.
I wasn’t sure how to call it, hence the “quotation mark”.
Fuck me for not knowing, right?
A North Korean soldier runs towards battle. The hunger pains were dampened by the daily meth ration, but that wore off an hour ago, and he is hungry. No matter, he needs to fight. He opens his pack and struggles with the solid oak ornate bipod the Great Leader ordered deployed with the troops. As he lifts it free, he passes out. His last thoughts were how the food rations were thrown out to make room for this insane bipod