Of that branch of weaponry, i want to buy at some point in my life a halberd... maybe a naginata... something like that *nods*

I would like a 15ft Pike as used in the British Civil War

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Scratchit: But he's a cripple!
Blackadder: He's not a cripple, Mrs Scratchit. Occasionally saying "Phew! My leg hurts!" when he remembers to wouldn't fool Baldrick!

It would be pretty cool to have an authentic english long bow.

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I want a catapult.

Kids.

Do not want..

...Get.

 

Regards,

Mike

These things take money and resources...

You do not have enough lumber to continue production.

 

When in doubt, chop a tree.

With your teeth.

 

Regards,

Mike

My friend and I were to build one back when we were just a lads. We braided a big rope. We selected some fine looking trees and cut them down. and then kind of gave up on the idea as something more fun must have come up. Oh, growing up on a farm was fun.

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I prefered firearms in my youth.

Good times, good times.

 

Regards,

Mike

Oh we spent many days and much ammunition down on the river shooting what ever happened to be on the banks.

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*A newborn child appears at the bank taking a refreshing bath into christianism, as his mother and his father look with gleeful eyes, and the father raises the child so Yahwe can see him for the first time as his childer*

*Enter Jwmblade appearing from nowhere*

Jwmblade: GOTCHA NOW!!!!

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

Father: ay ay ay!

 *falls and dies with the rest*

Jwmblade: Ah the goodness of youth!

Regards,

Mike

 

*horrified* No I had better rephrase my statement. We shot just about any inanimate unliving object on the river banks. You know cardboard boxes, Chemistry text books and the like.

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Wish we could have shot our chemistry text books!

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Scratchit: But he's a cripple!
Blackadder: He's not a cripple, Mrs Scratchit. Occasionally saying "Phew! My leg hurts!" when he remembers to wouldn't fool Baldrick!

My chemistry Teacher, Mr. Toad once put himself on fire.

In the middle of class.

And he didnt even notice.

I was right in front of him and i could only muster a soft whimper, and the troubled words:.. Er... Fire?

 

he pranced and hit himself with things until he bomebd himself with the noxious fumes of a chemical extinguisher.

 

Damn, That old guy rocked the frickin boat.

 

Regards,

Mike

The only chemistry class I took was at community college. The teacher was a nutjob. He was smart but a complete weirdo. Needless to say as soon as I passed that class I took the book home and filled it full of lead.

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