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I'm bored...does anyone mind if I have a little fun with this thread?
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I wake up with the sun directly in my eyes. I try to roll over in bed, but the wall is further away than it should be, and wait...IT'S A DIFFERENT COLOR! I get out of bed and feel industrial carpet under my feet. I'm confused...this isn't my mother's house, and it isn't my apartment. At some point, I realize that I'm in something like a hotel room. My laptop bag is there, and what would normally be my range bag (which I sometimes use for an overnight bag so I'll roll with it). Strangely, my wheelchair and its' battery charger are there, too, along with what looks like a voltage adapter and DC inverter. So what I have just figured out is that I'm in some country which uses different voltage and phase than the United States or Canada.

I go digging in my bag, and what I find is MY shaving kit, body wash, clothing, and so forth. So I set up my wheelchair to charge, find the bathroom (accessible shower for the win!) do my thing, and get dressed. By now I'm hungry. I pick up the room phone. "Concierge," says a voice in English, with barely a trace of what sounds like a Dutch accent. "My name is Piers. How may I help you?" I guess I got his nationality right, anyway.

"Good morning, sir," I say. "I haven't eaten anything recently. Is it possible to get, let's say, some ham, scrambled eggs, toast with strawberry jam, and a black coffee?"

I hear tapping on a computer keyboard. "Of course, Mister...(pause) Middleton. I'll bring that up to you myself. It will be approximately thirty minutes."

"That will be fine, sir. Thank you." He hangs up his line, and I start up my laptop. The boot up sequence takes a couple of minutes. I find an open wireless network and get to the Internet, meanwhile noticing that the nightstand clock is set to GMT +3. So I must be in...Bucharest?

I get to Google...and my stomach turns. Joe Biden won the U.S. election. Kamala Harris, now the VP, has introduced legislation to ban anything other than double-barreled shotguns. And then I see something REALLY strange. Anyone that voted for Trump has, by some quirk of time and space, been transported to Romania. Romania, citing the unplanned influx of confused American gun owners, has simplified their permitting system literally overnight, so you get automatic approval for two handguns, but they have to be in the same caliber.

"Oh, hell," I think out loud. "Does this mean there will be a run on guns?!"

A little bit later, there's a knock on my door. It's Piers (who is, in fact from Aruba) with my food on a cart, and my even more confused father in tow. "Your mother's gone out to the grocery store," he says. Apparently, they woke up from being transported over here yesterday. They got a two-bedroom apartment already. My father has his recliner chair and his laptop from home, so he can be confused to his heart's content and it won't be any different than his normal day.

Several minutes later, I nearly spit coffee on myself and my computer. BUD'S GUN SHOP IS OPENING A BRANCH IN BUCHAREST!

After a little bit, my mother arrives, with her vehicle (I'm no longer surprised by this time and space warping thing) and we go to this '70s-era Soviet apartment block. All of my stuff showed up there, down to my computer desk and chair, my bed, and the urns with the ashes of my dogs! BUT MY GUNS ARE MISSING!

So I spend several hours reading up on Romania's firearms, weapons, and self-defense laws (As it turns out, in this country, before you can use deadly force, you have to verbally say "Stop or I'll shoot!" Then and only then can you fire a warning shot, and you MUST fire a warning shot first. Note: THIS IS ACTUAL ROMANIAN LAW.)

The next day, we head to Bud's of Bucharest. We apply for firearms licenses, and get told there is a massive backlog. No kidding. The good news is I can buy the guns while I'm on the premises.

I spend a solid hour looking around. The store is a replica of an early 1900s London gun room, which an English-speaking Romanian staff member tells me dropped out of the sky three days ago, along with about forty percent of the population of America. They didn't know what to do with it, so some Bud's employees got on the phone to the main store, and hung out the shingle.

I really wish I could buy a CZ SP-01 Custom and a Glock 30, but the guns have to be in the same caliber. I drool over a couple of Holland & Holland double rifles. The staff even lets me handle them, albeit with white gloves on. Eventually I decide that I WANT the CZ, so 9mm it is. So as the companion piece to my Czech wonder-nine, I get the most plain-vanilla Gen 3 Glock 19 in the store.
 
Trunk Monkey said:
Here's my hypothetical that really isn't so hypothetical.

You have nothing better to do on a Sunday morning so you answer a ridiculous hypothetical question that's NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.

I want a Westinghouse M26 Phased Plasma Rifle in the 40 watt range and a Blas-tec industries DL-44 Heavy Blaster (Google it).
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They dont take the same ammunition......yes blasters have ammunition, they just get a whole lot of shots before reloading. They also need a Tibanna gas resevoir for cooling the barrel which must be refilled occasionally.
:D
 
jrmiddleton425 said:
I'm bored...does anyone mind if I have a little fun with this thread?
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I wake up with the sun directly in my eyes. I try to roll over in bed, but the wall is further away than it should be, and wait...IT'S A DIFFERENT COLOR! I get out of bed and feel industrial carpet under my feet. I'm confused...this isn't my mother's house, and it isn't my apartment. At some point, I realize that I'm in something like a hotel room. My laptop bag is there, and what would normally be my range bag (which I sometimes use for an overnight bag so I'll roll with it). Strangely, my wheelchair and its' battery charger are there, too, along with what looks like a voltage adapter and DC inverter. So what I have just figured out is that I'm in some country which uses different voltage and phase than the United States or Canada.

I go digging in my bag, and what I find is MY shaving kit, body wash, clothing, and so forth. So I set up my wheelchair to charge, find the bathroom (accessible shower for the win!) do my thing, and get dressed. By now I'm hungry. I pick up the room phone. "Concierge," says a voice in English, with barely a trace of what sounds like a Dutch accent. "My name is Piers. How may I help you?" I guess I got his nationality right, anyway.

"Good morning, sir," I say. "I haven't eaten anything recently. Is it possible to get, let's say, some ham, scrambled eggs, toast with strawberry jam, and a black coffee?"

I hear tapping on a computer keyboard. "Of course, Mister...(pause) Middleton. I'll bring that up to you myself. It will be approximately thirty minutes."

"That will be fine, sir. Thank you." He hangs up his line, and I start up my laptop. The boot up sequence takes a couple of minutes. I find an open wireless network and get to the Internet, meanwhile noticing that the nightstand clock is set to GMT +3. So I must be in...Bucharest?

I get to Google...and my stomach turns. Joe Biden won the U.S. election. Kamala Harris, now the VP, has introduced legislation to ban anything other than double-barreled shotguns. And then I see something REALLY strange. Anyone that voted for Trump has, by some quirk of time and space, been transported to Romania. Romania, citing the unplanned influx of confused American gun owners, has simplified their permitting system literally overnight, so you get automatic approval for two handguns, but they have to be in the same caliber.

"Oh, hell," I think out loud. "Does this mean there will be a run on guns?!"

A little bit later, there's a knock on my door. It's Piers (who is, in fact from Aruba) with my food on a cart, and my even more confused father in tow. "Your mother's gone out to the grocery store," he says. Apparently, they woke up from being transported over here yesterday. They got a two-bedroom apartment already. My father has his recliner chair and his laptop from home, so he can be confused to his heart's content and it won't be any different than his normal day.

Several minutes later, I nearly spit coffee on myself and my computer. BUD'S GUN SHOP IS OPENING A BRANCH IN BUCHAREST!

After a little bit, my mother arrives, with her vehicle (I'm no longer surprised by this time and space warping thing) and we go to this '70s-era Soviet apartment block. All of my stuff showed up there, down to my computer desk and chair, my bed, and the urns with the ashes of my dogs! BUT MY GUNS ARE MISSING!

So I spend several hours reading up on Romania's firearms, weapons, and self-defense laws (As it turns out, in this country, before you can use deadly force, you have to verbally say "Stop or I'll shoot!" Then and only then can you fire a warning shot, and you MUST fire a warning shot first. Note: THIS IS ACTUAL ROMANIAN LAW.)

The next day, we head to Bud's of Bucharest. We apply for firearms licenses, and get told there is a massive backlog. No kidding. The good news is I can buy the guns while I'm on the premises.

I spend a solid hour looking around. The store is a replica of an early 1900s London gun room, which an English-speaking Romanian staff member tells me dropped out of the sky three days ago, along with about forty percent of the population of America. They didn't know what to do with it, so some Bud's employees got on the phone to the main store, and hung out the shingle.

I really wish I could buy a CZ SP-01 Custom and a Glock 30, but the guns have to be in the same caliber. I drool over a couple of Holland & Holland double rifles. The staff even lets me handle them, albeit with white gloves on. Eventually I decide that I WANT the CZ, so 9mm it is. So as the companion piece to my Czech wonder-nine, I get the most plain-vanilla Gen 3 Glock 19 in the store.
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Check out "The Weapon Shops of Isher" by A.E. Van Vogt. They literally drop out of the sky- well materialize, anyway.
 
Very accurate. Concealable enough. both internally phosphate coated against moisture.
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NIGHTLORD40K said:
They dont take the same ammunition......yes blasters have ammunition, they just get a whole lot of shots before reloading. They also need a Tibanna gas resevoir for cooling the barrel which must be refilled occasionally.
:D
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Blasters don't have ammunition. It's stated in several Star Wars books (that are considered canonical) that blasters run off a battery pack and need to be recharged periodically.

The only weapon that I recall being reloaded or taking ammunition in the Starwars Universe was Chewie's bowcaster.
 
Trunk Monkey said:
Blasters don't have ammunition. It's stated in several Star Wars books (that are considered canonical) that blasters run off a battery pack and need to be recharged periodically.

The only weapon that I recall being reloaded or taking ammunition in the Starwars Universe was Chewie's bowcaster.
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Okay okay...

I might move to Romania if they have star wars blasters...

But probably not...
 
Trunk Monkey said:
Blasters don't have ammunition. It's stated in several Star Wars books (that are considered canonical) that blasters run off a battery pack and need to be recharged periodically.

The only weapon that I recall being reloaded or taking ammunition in the Starwars Universe was Chewie's bowcaster.
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I'm going to assume that blasters work to make holes in people the way I think they do.
I want some of those batteries. How many watts does it take to melt holes in people? I'm going to assume DC, but....

(Volts)(Amps)=Watts

My Milwaukee 18 volt batteries don't come anywhere close to being able to melt a hole in anything. I don't even think DeWalt's 60 volt ones will. Let's just go for 60 volts and ask... What would be the amperage requirements for melting someone at 100 yards (one shot) at 60 volts? And then we also need some sort of cooling dohickey on this handheld weapon (which takes even more power)! It is no longer any wonder to me how they have hovering craft! With that sort of electrical energy storage they would be able to store plenty of energy to hover over the ground!

The significant question... Did the drive to develop energy arms drive the electric transportation? Or did the drive to develop electric transportation drive electric arms? And did these batteries start only small enough for artillery, or did they skip artillery and move directly onto small arms?

So, if we push for electric cars and airplanes in the real world, will the batteries eventually be small enough for us to have blasters in the real world? How long after airplanes and cars are electrified will we be able to ditch our fossil-fueled firearms and move to blasters? Do I need to quit buying powder in eight-pound containers????

And how has Romania developed this arms technology without us finding out about it??!!??!!
 
I never said that the Star Wars universe made sense or was scientifically accurate. I was just going by their rules.



It's completely off topic for this discussion but he also did a video explaining why you couldn't get within three feet of a lightsaber without melting like a candle in a blast furnace
 
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jrmiddleton425 said:
I'm bored...does anyone mind if I have a little fun with this thread?
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I wake up with the sun directly in my eyes. I try to roll over in bed, but the wall is further away than it should be, and wait...IT'S A DIFFERENT COLOR! I get out of bed and feel industrial carpet under my feet. I'm confused...this isn't my mother's house, and it isn't my apartment. At some point, I realize that I'm in something like a hotel room. My laptop bag is there, and what would normally be my range bag (which I sometimes use for an overnight bag so I'll roll with it). Strangely, my wheelchair and its' battery charger are there, too, along with what looks like a voltage adapter and DC inverter. So what I have just figured out is that I'm in some country which uses different voltage and phase than the United States or Canada.

I go digging in my bag, and what I find is MY shaving kit, body wash, clothing, and so forth. So I set up my wheelchair to charge, find the bathroom (accessible shower for the win!) do my thing, and get dressed. By now I'm hungry. I pick up the room phone. "Concierge," says a voice in English, with barely a trace of what sounds like a Dutch accent. "My name is Piers. How may I help you?" I guess I got his nationality right, anyway.

"Good morning, sir," I say. "I haven't eaten anything recently. Is it possible to get, let's say, some ham, scrambled eggs, toast with strawberry jam, and a black coffee?"

I hear tapping on a computer keyboard. "Of course, Mister...(pause) Middleton. I'll bring that up to you myself. It will be approximately thirty minutes."

"That will be fine, sir. Thank you." He hangs up his line, and I start up my laptop. The boot up sequence takes a couple of minutes. I find an open wireless network and get to the Internet, meanwhile noticing that the nightstand clock is set to GMT +3. So I must be in...Bucharest?

I get to Google...and my stomach turns. Joe Biden won the U.S. election. Kamala Harris, now the VP, has introduced legislation to ban anything other than double-barreled shotguns. And then I see something REALLY strange. Anyone that voted for Trump has, by some quirk of time and space, been transported to Romania. Romania, citing the unplanned influx of confused American gun owners, has simplified their permitting system literally overnight, so you get automatic approval for two handguns, but they have to be in the same caliber.

"Oh, hell," I think out loud. "Does this mean there will be a run on guns?!"

A little bit later, there's a knock on my door. It's Piers (who is, in fact from Aruba) with my food on a cart, and my even more confused father in tow. "Your mother's gone out to the grocery store," he says. Apparently, they woke up from being transported over here yesterday. They got a two-bedroom apartment already. My father has his recliner chair and his laptop from home, so he can be confused to his heart's content and it won't be any different than his normal day.

Several minutes later, I nearly spit coffee on myself and my computer. BUD'S GUN SHOP IS OPENING A BRANCH IN BUCHAREST!

After a little bit, my mother arrives, with her vehicle (I'm no longer surprised by this time and space warping thing) and we go to this '70s-era Soviet apartment block. All of my stuff showed up there, down to my computer desk and chair, my bed, and the urns with the ashes of my dogs! BUT MY GUNS ARE MISSING!

So I spend several hours reading up on Romania's firearms, weapons, and self-defense laws (As it turns out, in this country, before you can use deadly force, you have to verbally say "Stop or I'll shoot!" Then and only then can you fire a warning shot, and you MUST fire a warning shot first. Note: THIS IS ACTUAL ROMANIAN LAW.)

The next day, we head to Bud's of Bucharest. We apply for firearms licenses, and get told there is a massive backlog. No kidding. The good news is I can buy the guns while I'm on the premises.

I spend a solid hour looking around. The store is a replica of an early 1900s London gun room, which an English-speaking Romanian staff member tells me dropped out of the sky three days ago, along with about forty percent of the population of America. They didn't know what to do with it, so some Bud's employees got on the phone to the main store, and hung out the shingle.

I really wish I could buy a CZ SP-01 Custom and a Glock 30, but the guns have to be in the same caliber. I drool over a couple of Holland & Holland double rifles. The staff even lets me handle them, albeit with white gloves on. Eventually I decide that I WANT the CZ, so 9mm it is. So as the companion piece to my Czech wonder-nine, I get the most plain-vanilla Gen 3 Glock 19 in the store.
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LOL very good!

The next day, we head to Bud's of Bucharest. We apply for firearms licenses, and get told there is a massive backlog.
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You don't know Romanians. Put on your "KAREN" hat and holler for the manager. Go into his office. Drop a few hundred bucks in with the paperwork and your permit will be waiting for you at the exit. Next.
 
Trunk Monkey said:
I never said that the Star Wars universe made sense or was scientifically accurate. I was just going by their rules.

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Sorry.... I didn't know what exactly blasters did. Now I know! I'm not exactly a Star Wars nerd, but my comments were not to say that energy arms were impossible, but amazement at what battery technology would be! We are already seeing magnificent development in energy storage, and while I doubt my lifetime will see much beyond semi-efficient electric cars and their batteries, I have no doubt that electrical energy storage will advance. After all... from the simplest steam engines to triple and quadruple expansion steam engines happened over time, but... it did happen.

All I'm saying... I want to see energy weapons, because... they'd be pretty cool! But they'd also mean that my chainsaw would be quieter! Imagine a different weapons system more different than comparing matchlock to centerfire! An entirely different propulsion system!

I'm getting excited about this. I need Hilti (or Panasonic) to make even better batteries so I can have railgun projects instead of my normal fossil-fueled arms! (So I can charge my fantastic batteries by burning fossil fuels.) I suppose until then... I'll have to stick to fossil fuels.
 
Mauser lover said:
Sorry.... I didn't know what exactly blasters did. Now I know! I'm not exactly a Star Wars nerd, but my comments were not to say that energy arms were impossible, but amazement at what battery technology would be! We are already seeing magnificent development in energy storage, and while I doubt my lifetime will see much beyond semi-efficient electric cars and their batteries, I have no doubt that electrical energy storage will advance. After all... from the simplest steam engines to triple and quadruple expansion steam engines happened over time, but... it did happen.

All I'm saying... I want to see energy weapons, because... they'd be pretty cool! But they'd also mean that my chainsaw would be quieter! Imagine a different weapons system more different than comparing matchlock to centerfire! An entirely different propulsion system!

I'm getting excited about this. I need Hilti (or Panasonic) to make even better batteries so I can have railgun projects instead of my normal fossil-fueled arms! (So I can charge my fantastic batteries by burning fossil fuels.) I suppose until then... I'll have to stick to fossil fuels.
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You're talking about a civilization that has found a way to excede the speed of light and have Interstellar travel. An energy source small enough to carry yet efficient enough to power a blaster shouldn't be that hard in comparison
 
So I get two, non expanding ammo, theoretically CCW is possible, and they have to be the same caliber?

Huh.

The non expanding really changes things for me, that kinds puts 9mm as a far less desirable option.

I'll say a Wilson Combat CQB Commander in .45, possibly a 4" instead of the commander.

And a Gen 4 Glock 30 for carry.
 
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