One night my handler and i went to the club, for the most part i was tucked in his pants though so i didnt get so see much action to begin with. my long barrel was pushing up against a much smaller type barrel, but it was soft and limp, i hope no one uses THAT gun! As the bass kicks in i suddenly feel the touch of his hands on my wooden buttocks, he slides is fingers across deep into my cracks, down the shaft and towards my huge magazines. The screams only egg him on more, the suspense is too much.
The grip of the bulking mass behind me is riveting, i feel overcome with joy. A final squeeze sets me off, a finger taps my trigger once, twice, then a long hold as my bullets disperse everywhere. In the heat of the moment I realise I'm spent, my magazines are no longer full and my energy has been saped. After such a riveting experience I no longer have the energy to move, my golden coating still glimmering as the club lights reflect, seemlingly dancing and moving in tune with the booming bass still pulsating. Smoke still bellowing from my barrel I feel a sudden movement.
With one swift motion I am thrown into a bag, stuffed into the trunk of a car and pushed forward into the night. "Good job pal, we did it again" I feel an almost humanlike quality of proudness, knowing I have done well and pleased my handler. No sirens appear, no loud grunting from my handler arise, just the purr of the engine and the wind rushing past the car as it flows through the night into the darkness.
We will return.
I am.. RPK-GOLD, tool of destruction.
/thread
I love quick scoping with it. /yea
Originally Posted by Shane
i dont play with this wep never i dont get 100 coupons in my life ): ):