Anon- Destination Kurdistan

    >the M1A has been through 400 rounds so far
 and nothing else has happened - so far.
    >it's your last day, you sell the beater you've been driving for these weeks to a car dealer and hide your M1A, 9meme pistol and everything else mil related in a solid guitar case.
    >yfw when you went mafia.
    >TSA approved locks, retarded as they are. Poland requires you to lock your gun case.
    >you've always wondered how many TSA-keys have been conveniently lost and how much stuff suddenly disappeared from ostensibly locked luggage.
    >the check in is easy, nobody really gives a crap about the funs. no ammo, no danger.
    >as the plane leaves the ground, you smile.
    >You're outside of ATF jurisdiction now. No one here shoots doggo because of a soccer mom.
    >are there soccer moms in Europe?
    >or are people there less retarded and more scared, I.e. cowering in silence at the babby killer chillum assault sniper mortar machine gun you packed in your luggage?
    >Well, you will see once you arrive.
    >13 hours later you have arrived at the airport in Poland, after another hour you stand in the arrival Hall, guitarcase in one hand, duffel in the other and a Ruck on your back.
    >people give you a few weird looks because you carry so much stuff but like a true autistic /k/ommando you ignore the luggage carts.
    >Instead, you trade some of your considerable cash supply into yuropoor moneys.
    >the plan calls for buying another beater that will get you to the turkish-kurd-syrian border.
    >So, off you go.
    >a taxi driver takes you to a used car dealer, sadly the cars there are a lot more expensive than you thought.
    >apparently there are no gubmint surplus car lots in yuropoor.
    >you spend a few hundreds on a decent hatchback. not perfect, but good enough.
    >You ask about registering the car.
    >fuckingtaxesmang.doc
    >the dealer laughs and hands you a numberplate.
    >basedpoland.mpeg
    >everything thrown in to the back of the car and you are ready to go.
	>There is little room in the car, which makes you look even more like a musician.
	>The car has the correct kind of patina; dust, age and nicotine combined.
	>you roll off the lot, to find out how far this ruddy piece of crap will take you.
	>The sounds it makes are definitely... interesting.
	>The steering is heavy and the muffler has had better days as well.

>rusteverywhere.jpeg

>You remember a meme about CMP M1911s
>does it rattle? then it is ready for battle.
>you car rattles so much it must've been made by Khorne himself.
>you write 'blood for the blood god' above the AC with a red sharpie.
>even humie stuff goez fasta wid red.
>just 1740 miles to go.
>sleeping will be a PITA though.

>the bordercrossings are surprisingly easy.
>nobody expects anyone to be stupid enough to go mafia.
>they search you for drugs, musician that you are.
>yfw concealing firearms in a guitar case actually works.
>their dogs do not give a rat's ass about your funs and look longingly at your glove compartment.
>cheeseandhamsandwich.jpg
>the more band stickers you add to the car, the less concerned customs becomes.
>weird enough. maybe because it starts to fit in to the image.


>the YPG replied. You can't come only to kill people, you are a political fighter, yaddayaddyadda.
>Your great grandpas fought nazis in Europe, it's weird that you can't fight mudslimes that want to kill muricans under the murican flag on another continent.
>must be the damn hippy liberals, grandpa says. Or Obongo. His words, not yours.
>They do not want you to bring your own gun. What the fuck?
>Turkey will stop you, they say. Fucking turkish shitskins playing both sides and no one with the guts to call them out.
>Other /k/ommandos already told you that you'd get an AK and be cannon fodder.
>fuck that, slavshit may shoot but what the hell are you going to hit?
>So you researched gun laws. Poland seems okay. Just need to get on land in Europe. From there on it's straight up smuggling your shit over the borders until Syria.
>Hope they accept a CCW-permit as good enough to let you in with funs.
>welp, now, what gun to bring?
>Kurds like the G36 a lot, but no HK-243 ever surfaced in the US as far as you know. Also, 5.56 is too small on plains. Desert needs at least 7.62.
>looks like you're going to need a battleraifu.
>SCAR is memetastic and needs an expensive optic because of sharp recoil.
>Slavshit is expensive as fuck because of Obama.
>HK417 in proper battledress is even more expensive than SCAR-17.
>$7k for optics. Lolnope.jpg
>What about FAL?
>Needs short shorts. No good in modern warzone.
>CETME? Delayed blowback. But not bad.
>On the range three days later with your nugget you spot her.
>long.
>stretched.
>pointy.
>like a work of art.
>A 22” barrel M1A in a SAGE Intl. EBR-kit.
>A gun so serenely beautiful it looks out of this world.
>/k/ says no, other streloks tell you to pick something smarter, Gun Jesus tells you sand, dirt, mud, anything will get in to the action and cause the bolt to jam, the hammer to get stuck, everything to stop working.

>Fuck this. You're in love. Besides, it was good enough for great grandpa in Europe, so to speak.
>LGS are fudds and bubbas. Have none, but keep telling you it's reliable and the best - with a fore grip in the wrong spot. Just in front of the mag, so you can't rock the mag in.
>Have to order. Where though? Cast or forged?
>gf just left you. Might as well spend it all. Might not come back anyhow.
>no need for car. Sell. Buy a beater.
>TV, desktop, console, nugget, everything for sale that you can't take with you.
>Forged.
>Mod 0.
>Bipod.
>Stubby grip in the right place.
>45° offset RDS.
>AN/PEQ15. Better have one than miss one.
>sling. >4-12x50 with hexagonal killflash, illuminated crosshairs and flip up covers for maximum sniping.
>later in the series: yfw when the enemy can in to maximum sniping without this.
>needs mags.
>You need a chestrig.
>Maybe nightvision?
>Shit, that stuff is expensive. Also, ITAR.

>it's been two weeks.
>The gun has arrived. The fudds at the LGS stare in jealousy at your rifle.
>You carefully check it right there, in the store. Nothing out of the ordinary, it seems to work just fine.
>It was expensive as hell and you're starting to feel like you don't even want to shoot it. It's got no scratches yet and is in pristine condition.
>4473
>While filling it out, you think about the almost $3k you just dropped on a gun. >badconscience.wav
>You take it home, field strip it, put it in the SAGE-kit.
>the rifle without optics is now pure sex.
>Assemble the rest, put on sling, AN/PEQ, grip, attach remote for AN/PEQ to grip.
>without optics it now looks insanely futuristic and tactical.
>jointhemepireson.mov
>You add the 4-12x50, the offset RDS and the bipod.
>Seems front heavy senpai.
>welp, sling helps.
>mallninja around, clear bedroom with 4' long front heavy rifle.
>operatoroperatoroperator
>Ammo is due to arrive tomorrow.
>You continue to fingerfuck the gun for the rest of the evening, since there is little else to do without a TV or a desktop.
>Your netbook cannot into vidya, so you're left with /k/ and full30.
>They definitely do not stop you from fingerfucking funs.

>3 days later, everything has arrived, mags, ammo, gear.
>You post in a gearqueer thread and AR15 fags get butthurt over your gear aesthetics.
>rangetime.mp4
>the first shot feels wrong and right at the same time.
>this fun needs to be shot, broken in, but breaking it in feels weird. So much money spent.
>This little piggy flies down range, this little piggy flies down range…
>Last round in the mag, FTE.
>Wait what?
>How…
>This little piggy is going back to manufacturer!

>10 days later, gun returns. Only 10 more until you're going to europe.
>thisdoesnotbodewell.png
>a seriously autistic faggot shows up at your door as you make ready for the range.
I.. Mosin Nagant?

>He wears a fedora.
>You realize that this guy is far more autistic than you could ever hope to be and suppress a giggle.

Yup. Come on in.

>He looks scared, but walks in nonetheless.
>You hand him the rifle and wonder for a second whether he will try to pay you in dragondildos and cumlube.
>he hastily takes it, muzzlesweeps you three times before getting the bolt racked back then continues to point it at your feet until you carefully push it in a safe direction.
>He doesn't even notice, he's to concentrated on spilling his spaghetti and looking in to the chamber.
>He proceeds to shove his pinky in, for reasons you cannot even hope to understand, but he is already wearing a fedora.
>You do not ask men wearing fedoras for reasons. It just leads to insanity.
>He works the bolt a couple of times and you realize that countless Ivans are now rotating in their graves with enough speed to power Putin's new mecha bear because of his faggotry.

>The empty click of the hammer dropping on an empty chamber rips you out of your daydreams about red mecha bears in red capes fighting mecha eagles of freedom in a glorious fight to the death in front of a nuclear explosion.
>the autistic fuck is now dangerously close to looking down the barrel of the gun the wrong way around as he examines the wood at the far end of the barrel.
>There are some notches in it, as you stated in your ad.
>Finally, he shoulders it, tries to cycle the bolt while doing so and hits himself in the face.
>The whole room suddenly seems plastered in spaghetti.
>While you freeze and try to understand how he did that
>He puts his hand in his pocket and quickly throws the contents, a bundle of bills and a white plastic bottle, your way before making an exit with the gun.

>he left more than enough for two nuggets.
>and an actual bottle of cumlube.
>You're thinking about putting this on /k/ but you know they won't believe you anyway.
>The trip to the range goes well this time. The M1A behaves exceptionally well, does everything you ask of it.
>saltyeyeseverywhere.png
>The IRL shitposters don't gloat like usual while telling you their AR is superior
>It takes a little time for you to understand that they are just jealous
>All it needs now is camo matching your gear.
>Spraypaint is applied, desert with some grey-green touches. Just to be on the safe side.
>Your body is ready.
>You fall asleep staring at the beautiful rifle standing in your bedroom.

>You wake up, feeling weird. Weird dreams.
>But remember nothing.
>You look at the rifle at the foot of your bed.
>It's so operator SCARfags would get butthurt feeling inadequate.
>It's so operator DD Mk18s look like slavshit.
>It makes soccermoms cream their pants while screaming IS THAT A GUN?!
>It makes you look more Navy SEAL than a P226 ever could.
>It makes you more manly than a pornstache and an operator beard combined.
>Looking at it makes feminists scream hate speech at gungrabbers.
>It stands above gun laws. At least you think it should.
>You're thinking about sending a letter to the governor of Calicuckistan with only a picture of your M1A and a note saying “LIFT BAN NAO!”
>The chance of success seems reasonable if it were delivered by a bald eagle.
>Now that you think about it, maybe you should check the lawn for the flock of bald eagles sure to have arrived there.
>Nope.jpeg
>no bald eagles.
>Sorry Calicuckistan, snailmail is not worthy of a picture of this rifle.