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Bouncy, a small otter kit, happily wearing their Rocket Raccoon costume complete with Candy Cannon.
Drawn for
BouncyOtter because otter!
Drawn for
BouncyOtter because otter!
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Otter
Size 960 x 1200px
File Size 578.2 kB
Yeeaaaah, that was me as a kid. I made a working LAW rocket. Thank God I grew up in the 70's and 80's, they'd bring out the SWAT team for half the shit I did back then. So far as I'm aware, the damage to the kid's house was minor. Or he was just too scared to say anything the next day...
Well? It helps to know some of the story...
The year before, I had the prototype, and I was showing it off in that neighborhood, when someone threw a rock at a car. Everyone scattered, but later, they all blamed me.
Uh-huh. Alrighty, then!
Several packages of firecrackers were attached to small blocks of wood, and spring switches were added, along with 9v batteries, and electrical igniters that'd been doped with a mixture of gunpowder and glue. Basically creating claymores, only without the shrapnel.
Those got placed along the path I expected the kids to take on their annual pilgrimage of pelting passing Pontiacs with pungent post-date poultry products.
The LAW got a full upgrade, with soldered connections, better switches, better igniters, and a substantially bigger rocket motor.
And a warhead.
It wasn't fragmenting! No worries, I didn't want to cause that kind of mayhem. Just a pack of Thunderbomb firecrackers with insanely fast fuses, all taped around the nosecone, with fuses set into the burster charge. ^.^
I went on my rounds for candy, and heard the firecrackers going off, so I figured I should check it out and see how much I'd rumbled the neighborhood. I got to the train tracks, and started making my way across the bridge. I was wearing a ghillie suit, so in the dark, I was effectively invisible, *even* under a street light.
But I got back-lit, so my silhouette stood out like a sore thumb.
They saw me and started running down the side of the slope, but it was too late. It was 1986, two years after the release of Red Dawn, so I gave my best "MOTHERFUCKEERRRRR! and let em' have it.
The cone of flame out the back had to have been at *least* three feet in diameter. It was an Estes D6, with a very light - if explosive - payload, so it had power to spare. It lit up their eyes like a flashlight on a coyote, and I got a perfect view of them falling down the rest of the hill, as the rocket flew over most of the neighborhood, hit a house and detonated.
I didn't stick around after that. Sand People are easily startled, but they would be back, and in greater numbers.
I noticed that the kids from that neighborhood never gave me any trouble in school, after that?
Ever.
The year before, I had the prototype, and I was showing it off in that neighborhood, when someone threw a rock at a car. Everyone scattered, but later, they all blamed me.
Uh-huh. Alrighty, then!
Several packages of firecrackers were attached to small blocks of wood, and spring switches were added, along with 9v batteries, and electrical igniters that'd been doped with a mixture of gunpowder and glue. Basically creating claymores, only without the shrapnel.
Those got placed along the path I expected the kids to take on their annual pilgrimage of pelting passing Pontiacs with pungent post-date poultry products.
The LAW got a full upgrade, with soldered connections, better switches, better igniters, and a substantially bigger rocket motor.
And a warhead.
It wasn't fragmenting! No worries, I didn't want to cause that kind of mayhem. Just a pack of Thunderbomb firecrackers with insanely fast fuses, all taped around the nosecone, with fuses set into the burster charge. ^.^
I went on my rounds for candy, and heard the firecrackers going off, so I figured I should check it out and see how much I'd rumbled the neighborhood. I got to the train tracks, and started making my way across the bridge. I was wearing a ghillie suit, so in the dark, I was effectively invisible, *even* under a street light.
But I got back-lit, so my silhouette stood out like a sore thumb.
They saw me and started running down the side of the slope, but it was too late. It was 1986, two years after the release of Red Dawn, so I gave my best "MOTHERFUCKEERRRRR! and let em' have it.
The cone of flame out the back had to have been at *least* three feet in diameter. It was an Estes D6, with a very light - if explosive - payload, so it had power to spare. It lit up their eyes like a flashlight on a coyote, and I got a perfect view of them falling down the rest of the hill, as the rocket flew over most of the neighborhood, hit a house and detonated.
I didn't stick around after that. Sand People are easily startled, but they would be back, and in greater numbers.
I noticed that the kids from that neighborhood never gave me any trouble in school, after that?
Ever.
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