The object displayed in this particular internet post does not meet the criteria to be described as the relatively thin collection of short stories and pop-culture news reports known as a “magazine”.
Rather, this specific object, due to it’s greater than average thickness and length, would much more closely fit the characteristics of the large, detailed catalog of words and their respective definitions commonly known as an “encyclopedia”.
> Instantaneously and inexplicably relocates behind you, the intended target, before you can even perceive what has transpired
> Prepares my extended to comical proportions ammunition storage compartment for use
> In no way does this action I'm going to conduct carry any resentful sentiments attached to it, nigga
At a single and measurable point in time, I translocate my physical form to the position located at the back of you, the person whom I am currently targeting maliciously, in the moment preceding your conscious awareness of such an event.
I unveil the surprising and comically unwieldy rectangular spring mechanism designed to propel cartridges into the ignition chamber of a firearm.
The action of which I am about to perform, and that you likely suspect I will perform, is in no way intended to espouse negative or aggrieved sentiments in you, the foe whom I am engaging with, 🥷
>Uses a device capable of shifting the mass of individuals from point a to point b to position their body behind yours, before you consciously realize the individual who is the subject of this sentence has been relocated behind you*
>Takes a device usually utilized to hold bullets to load into a firearm and releases it from capture in a sheath*
>The following actions were not caused by your beliefs, opinions, or actions, member of the black community.
I shall transport my body abruptly and suddenly, shifting my location from my original space of being, so that I may now instead occupy the area directly behind your personage.
I will now draw a container from its holster. The container in question is that which holds a capacity of bullets intended to be propelled from the barrel of a firearm. However, this item is also comically enlarged to the point that it could be deemed unwieldy, and even detrimental to the use of the firearm.
As I presumably prepare to pull the trigger of my firearm, an effort to bring bodily harm and damage to your mortal corporeal form, I wish to assure you, a member of the African American ethnicity, that this act of violence upon you is not performed out of any negative or malicious intents and desires on my behalf.
> * displaces oneself by method of instantaneous space-time based transportation (usually handwaved by magical or unexplained science fictional means or superhuman speed) into the precise area of space capable of accommodating my form, located immediately behind thine person in order to catch you by surprise, a veritable ambush, in order to gain the upper hand in this violent confrontation by a tricky means by accessing a site where I shall be able to target your vulnerable organs and you will be unable to defend yourself due to your limbs and countenance being forward facing, and your strategies for personal defence and weapons deployment relying on a forward-located opponent *
> * removes a comically large magazine equipped for a comically small semi automatic pistol, filled to the brim with bullets, from a pocket that could not possibly accommodate such a munition, and by this motion insert it into the aforementioned pistol, and by cocking it thus arm it, ensuring the arming of said weapon, presumably in the same small amount of time it took one to appear behind thee *
> I assure you, my fellow gentleman and scholar, that the action that one is about to implement, namely an execution of your person by firearm utilizing an absurd amount of munitions, a veritable firing squad blasting by a one-man barrage, the instantaneous discharge of enough bullets to equip a regiment of Navy Seals, to whit your imminent and instantaneous demise by killing at my hands and comically overequipped weapon; is truly not personal, absolutely not derived from hard or even semi-hard feelings negative in nature, but an entirely impersonal and impassionate action on my part, borne from the simple necessity to ensure the termination of your life for unspecified but practical reasons, my fellow member of the proud and storied African-American race.
within an instant, you feel his presence behind you. his breath brushes against your back, sending shivers down your spine and raising your hair like a cool breeze flowing through you. a dread sways with his breath, and taps the back of your head. you see the end of his handgun magazine, long and ophidian like an amazonian boa, as it slides into the firearm with a faint click as it reaches consummation; the first bullet being chambered. he inhales, and it is deep and prolonged, as though he was preparing to say something heavy and profound. the result was anything but— a small quip he leaves you with before your imminent demise:
"nothing personal, nigga."
spontaneously translocates somewhere near and behind you, taking with me my immediate possessions including but not limited to a small handheld mechanism generally capable of propelling small projectiles of lead encased in copper by igniting a set amount of gunpowder
removes from its container a large and, quite frankly, excessively long metal device of spring-loaded nature, typically used to contain multiple of the aforementioned small leaden projectiles while they are still individually conjoined to brass casings containing some gunpowder and a priming element such that they could be loaded into and fired from the aforementioned handheld mechanism, ideally without manual input from the operator
whatever course of action i shall undertake immediately following this concerning you is by no means driven by subjective emotions, beliefs, etc., despicable person of african-american ethnicity
That's no magazine that's a fucking encyclopaedia
The object displayed in this particular internet post does not meet the criteria to be described as the relatively thin collection of short stories and pop-culture news reports known as a “magazine”.
Rather, this specific object, due to it’s greater than average thickness and length, would much more closely fit the characteristics of the large, detailed catalog of words and their respective definitions commonly known as an “encyclopedia”.
> Instantaneously and inexplicably relocates behind you, the intended target, before you can even perceive what has transpired
> Prepares my extended to comical proportions ammunition storage compartment for use
> In no way does this action I'm going to conduct carry any resentful sentiments attached to it, nigga
I cant say the word lol
Verbose it then
Oh you already did
personnel*
>Uses a device capable of shifting the mass of individuals from point a to point b to position their body behind yours, before you consciously realize the individual who is the subject of this sentence has been relocated behind you*
>Takes a device usually utilized to hold bullets to load into a firearm and releases it from capture in a sheath*
>The following actions were not caused by your beliefs, opinions, or actions, member of the black community.
I shall transport my body abruptly and suddenly, shifting my location from my original space of being, so that I may now instead occupy the area directly behind your personage.
I will now draw a container from its holster. The container in question is that which holds a capacity of bullets intended to be propelled from the barrel of a firearm. However, this item is also comically enlarged to the point that it could be deemed unwieldy, and even detrimental to the use of the firearm.
As I presumably prepare to pull the trigger of my firearm, an effort to bring bodily harm and damage to your mortal corporeal form, I wish to assure you, a member of the African American ethnicity, that this act of violence upon you is not performed out of any negative or malicious intents and desires on my behalf.
> * displaces oneself by method of instantaneous space-time based transportation (usually handwaved by magical or unexplained science fictional means or superhuman speed) into the precise area of space capable of accommodating my form, located immediately behind thine person in order to catch you by surprise, a veritable ambush, in order to gain the upper hand in this violent confrontation by a tricky means by accessing a site where I shall be able to target your vulnerable organs and you will be unable to defend yourself due to your limbs and countenance being forward facing, and your strategies for personal defence and weapons deployment relying on a forward-located opponent *
> * removes a comically large magazine equipped for a comically small semi automatic pistol, filled to the brim with bullets, from a pocket that could not possibly accommodate such a munition, and by this motion insert it into the aforementioned pistol, and by cocking it thus arm it, ensuring the arming of said weapon, presumably in the same small amount of time it took one to appear behind thee *
> I assure you, my fellow gentleman and scholar, that the action that one is about to implement, namely an execution of your person by firearm utilizing an absurd amount of munitions, a veritable firing squad blasting by a one-man barrage, the instantaneous discharge of enough bullets to equip a regiment of Navy Seals, to whit your imminent and instantaneous demise by killing at my hands and comically overequipped weapon; is truly not personal, absolutely not derived from hard or even semi-hard feelings negative in nature, but an entirely impersonal and impassionate action on my part, borne from the simple necessity to ensure the termination of your life for unspecified but practical reasons, my fellow member of the proud and storied African-American race.
within an instant, you feel his presence behind you. his breath brushes against your back, sending shivers down your spine and raising your hair like a cool breeze flowing through you. a dread sways with his breath, and taps the back of your head. you see the end of his handgun magazine, long and ophidian like an amazonian boa, as it slides into the firearm with a faint click as it reaches consummation; the first bullet being chambered. he inhales, and it is deep and prolonged, as though he was preparing to say something heavy and profound. the result was anything but— a small quip he leaves you with before your imminent demise: "nothing personal, nigga."
Anti personal
On a Ruger P85 is insane. the definition of demon time
Fab goddamn?
I thought this was a broom with a pistol attached to the top lmao
Looking at the end i think its just a exteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeended magazine
Wow, my re-action words are so not on the same page as everyone elses.
I apologize if anyone is easily offended because you will be a little butt sore after reading this...you have been told:
My Verbosify is....
Surprise, Mother Fucker... You thought this PLAYBOY was mine but check out MY MAXIM instead... I'm going to tear that ass up, ni$$a
Edit:I have never written one of these here before please let me know if I was close...Thanks
Shiiiieeeeeeet. That was pretty good.
Thanks, I was pretty jazzed about it, too!
Von got rebooted 💔✌️