It was the end of the night and I wanted to get rid of some crappy diablo midnight paint that had been sitting in the humid 80 degree weather the other day so I loaded up some of the q-pods and took some vengance on the 55 gallon drum at the back of the target range at the arena.
I cranked the pressure up slowly on my Butterfingers edition silly stupid modified Old School Retromag. I had it sitting at around 950-1000 psi and was ready to have some fun.
I unloaded the first pod... about 3.5 seconds of pure fury no chops. To me it sounded at least as fast as my 30 bps e-mag video that is so conveneiently placed in your LX cd's
Needless to say that attracted a bit of attention... All of the sudden people started filing into the target range to see what godly device could produce such a thunderous hail of paint.
I proceeded to insert another q-pod aimed the gun towards the center of the 55 gallon drum I slowly pulled the trigger and let the fun begin. Emptied no chops and a straight and true stream of paint with no more than a 2 inch spread.
When I was done there was dead silence you could hear a pin drop. The people at the target range that had tried so hard with thier flashy timmies and pimped out impulses to one up one another had just stopped. You could hear the dull hum from the halogen lamps lighting the complex.
I turned around only to see a dumbfounded look on many faces. One person just broke out in laugter/disbelief shaking his head saying "holy (explitive deleted), holy (explitive deleted)", ect. I heard a mutterance of... "oh my god that gun owns all..." "This thing has no eyes!?!?!" A few just turned away slowly not knowing what they had just seen.
I attempted to fire another pod but alas the q-loader failed me. It jammed forcing the Level 10 to work perfectly... For now the fun was over. For those filing in later they missed it. The event was witnessed by few but the legend will be passed on from generation to generation. Until next time the legend of the Butterfingers edition stupid silly modified retromag will remain engrained in the minds of all.
More to come next week... perhaps with video coverage and working q-pods...
I cranked the pressure up slowly on my Butterfingers edition silly stupid modified Old School Retromag. I had it sitting at around 950-1000 psi and was ready to have some fun.
I unloaded the first pod... about 3.5 seconds of pure fury no chops. To me it sounded at least as fast as my 30 bps e-mag video that is so conveneiently placed in your LX cd's
Needless to say that attracted a bit of attention... All of the sudden people started filing into the target range to see what godly device could produce such a thunderous hail of paint.
I proceeded to insert another q-pod aimed the gun towards the center of the 55 gallon drum I slowly pulled the trigger and let the fun begin. Emptied no chops and a straight and true stream of paint with no more than a 2 inch spread.
When I was done there was dead silence you could hear a pin drop. The people at the target range that had tried so hard with thier flashy timmies and pimped out impulses to one up one another had just stopped. You could hear the dull hum from the halogen lamps lighting the complex.
I turned around only to see a dumbfounded look on many faces. One person just broke out in laugter/disbelief shaking his head saying "holy (explitive deleted), holy (explitive deleted)", ect. I heard a mutterance of... "oh my god that gun owns all..." "This thing has no eyes!?!?!" A few just turned away slowly not knowing what they had just seen.
I attempted to fire another pod but alas the q-loader failed me. It jammed forcing the Level 10 to work perfectly... For now the fun was over. For those filing in later they missed it. The event was witnessed by few but the legend will be passed on from generation to generation. Until next time the legend of the Butterfingers edition stupid silly modified retromag will remain engrained in the minds of all.
More to come next week... perhaps with video coverage and working q-pods...



You better watch yo' self B!
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