Que chinga-

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝐒.𝐏.𝐋.𝐄.𝐍.𝐃.𝐎.𝐑 𝘈𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 ---------------- 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝐑. 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 ---------------- 𝐒𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝐏𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝐋𝘦𝘨𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝐄𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝐍𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝐃𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 & 𝐎𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝐑𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 ❝ 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 — 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 .ᐟ ❞

You know what Tijuana is?

Oooh shit, there's a great one at the saloon turnin' left by Maldonado, near Tijuana.

My mum was a sniper in the revolutionary army. She *never* missed my head.

If he was anything like mine, those were real shells man-

Yeah. Cops used 'em before rubber shells. I've taken a liking to the fuckers.

You know what a saltrock shell is-

@theelmtree.bsky.social Christ. Making me feel older yet with the knight getup.

I know a better one.

... Sitting right there with her. Offering a cigarette.

Shit, yeah, you're the one followin' em.

Yo, italian spider lady, who these dudes with guns.

A head tears from it's shoulders, under the impact of a hatchet. A target stops moving.

//Makes me miss my Carlos vuv

//op. People are finishing requiem and the first resi accounts are popping up.

Handing the reader a bunch of throwing knives

"Don't do nothing to me, sadly." He smirks, swinging a finger over his absent nose. " 'sides. Best no to rely on those. Ya end up clumsy."

He's smacked a wet cloth on the line. No. "Shit's gonna melt your brain off, tontita."

What the fu- "Aren't you itali- you shoulda' half cau- Oh. High. Right. No mijita no."

¡¿Ya deje eso, está re caro, pendeja?!

OIGA

Aaah, I remember when I used a saber. Man, the revolution was bloody as shit.

𝗡𝗼 𝘀é 𝗾𝘂é 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗟𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗮, 𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼. 𝗡𝗼 𝘀é 𝗾𝘂é 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗟𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗮, 𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼. 𝗤𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼, 𝗟𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗮, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘁á𝗻 𝗹𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼. 𝗤𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼, 𝗟𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗮, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘁á𝗻 𝗹𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼

I don't know about charm... war ain't preetty, boss.

Sure. I bet if I give your granpappy a winnie he'll keep using a bow.

Also jams happen when you don't mantain a semiautomatic. Guess what happens when you don't mantain any weapon.

The point is read a history book

Muskets didn't jam ya dipshit, that's semiautoma- What are you even talking about, Muskets massacred melee assaults, that's how the brits managred anything.

There *is* no debate. It's coughing baby and hydrogen bomb

First there was a soup debate.. Now there's a sword vs gun.. What's next?

Shit, even bows were way deadlier.

I've lived the full history of guns and melee and melee hasn't won a single time. At any distance. In any situation. In any battle. Ever. Once.

Get outta here...

And they'd be dead before unsheathing with one bullet. Your point?

We had during the revolution these cavalry charges, dudes with their horses and swords. Fuckers were dead before they was half way close the fucking morons, you can shoot a gun from up close.

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ! #DispatchRP #MVRP

Good for the sword. Sadly I know how to count and reload.

Depends on the ammo. They ain't like swords where all ya got is the blade. You can load 'em with all sortza' shit.

Preetty good as weapons- plain. Besides, depends on the gun

Gun

🫀 VAMPIRE DISNEY PRINCESS. FUCK YEAH.

"The fat, slow, dumb cops? Capone's bitches? C'mon. Somethin', somethin', second amendment. Hey, ya wanna keep sellin' papers for a tenth of your worth, have it your way. I think I know why that TNT's there though." He whistles. The horse reaching behind him curiously.

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"'S for you. Young feller ought to know how to defend himself, right? It's a 45." He comments, flipping the firearm to hand it over.

"She can be Roosevelt's kid if she wants. If ya sell 'em the exclusive, you still get the cash." He reaches in his poncho. Producing a revolver he opens to check for ammo. "Can you use one a' these?"

"They paid better than you, ain't they?" He comments, offering a cigarette.