This is the first of my many Let's Read threads to not have been started because of either a personal connection to the books or the forum at large alerting me to how terrible it is beforehand. I simply received a PM from Back Hack informing me that this should be on my list. It happened to be free on Kindle, so I snagged it and read a few pages. I feel like I've stumbled upon a treasure. Monster Hunter International is a novel by Larry Correia. Larry Correia is crazy. Specifically, he's the founder of the Sad Puppies. The Sad Puppies are a group of "activists" who feel that the Hugo Awards have become too infected by those darn SJWs who keep awarding works with progressive political and social themes. Upset at what he feels is a push away from conservative and libertarian thought (which certainly can't have any causes beyond limp-wristed liberal influence....), the Sad Puppies nominate lovely macho man pulp. These efforts by and large failed, and we should all laugh at them. Larry Correia is also a gun nut, specifically a Mormon gun nut, and he is or was a regular poster on The High Road, a large firearms message board mainly populated by rednecks and crotchety old people. Using his knowledge from years of experience running a gun store, Larry wrote some hack sci-fi and fantasy fiction on The High Road featuring a lot of gunplay. At the encouragement of these members, he self-published Monster Hunter International. I also happen to be very well-versed in firearms, so I'll be extra critical of anything he professes in the book. But overall, the first few pages of this book suggested something magical in its pulpiness. Hopefully it can keep up the momentum, but I've never burst out laughing from a pulp novel before. Rolled my eyes, sure, but this is funny (both intentionally and otherwise). I think it'll be a fun break from the absolutely awful dreck I've been doing and will be doing in the future. And if worst comes to worst, we shoot Larry Correia. He'd want it that way. quote:Welcome to Monster Hunter International. chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 21:52 on Apr 4, 2018 |
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Ground Floor! Woo! At least the cover looks professional, especially for a self-published book.
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# ? Apr 4, 2018 21:41 |
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In. I remember this book being like a lot of playing White Wolf games with the FOX kids bavk.in the 90's.
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# ? Apr 4, 2018 21:47 |
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I don't know if I can stomach another bad chitoryu12 book thread. I'm forgetting what good books look like
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# ? Apr 4, 2018 21:53 |
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My only knowledge of this book is that Larry Correia indirectly introduced me to Seeming (now one of my favourite bands) and the excerpt you posted in your RP1 thread. I suspect I will tap out at some point over this book but I look forward to the ride as long as it lasts!
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# ? Apr 4, 2018 21:54 |
I will definitely say that what limited amount of gunplay is in the first chapter is actually completely accurate, which bodes good things for whatever gun porn will come. I need to hit up the range to rent a snubnose .357 Magnum and see if I'm as badass as Owen Zastava Pitt.
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# ? Apr 4, 2018 21:55 |
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Correia is a bad person and the stuff he writes is filled with his lovely politics, but I have fun with the books for the most part, there's a lot to make fun of for sure but I just can't have too bad a time reading about the different ways to shotgun the undead.
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# ? Apr 4, 2018 22:06 |
quote:On one otherwise normal Tuesday evening I had the chance to live the American dream. I was able to throw my incompetent jackass of a boss from a fourteenth-story window. Well, that's certainly a way to open a book. Owen Pitt worked for Hansen Industries, Inc. as an accountant. He's the new guy in his first post-college job as a single young man that doesn't involve manual labor or beating up drunks at the bar. It's as generic as generic can be, from dead potted plants to Dilbert cartoons on the cubicle walls. The only drawback is his boss, Mr. Huffman. He's likewise a generic bad boss: short, fat, and perpetually angry. A man too dumb to understand why he hasn't been promoted any higher, believing that it must be because the whole world is out to get him. As his supervisor, Mr. Huffman is in charge of training Pitt. He's been working overtime with 12-hour days to try and impress the higher ups and get a transfer away from Huffman's department. It's been a bit easier because in the past month Huffman has either been on vacation, on sick leave, or locked in his office and not talking to anybody. quote:I glanced absently at my watch. 8:05 p.m. The surrounding gray-carpeted cubes were quiet. My stomach growled, signaling that the bag of Cheetos and the banana I had eaten for lunch had long since worn off. It was time to go. I logged out of my computer, locked up my files, and put on my coat as I headed for the door. Believing I was the only one there, I killed the lights on the way out. Then the intercom buzzed. It made me jump. As Pitt opens the door, all thoughts of an excuse vanish. Huffman's left his lights off, with only a tiny bit of illumination coming through the windows. His leather chair is facing away from him, looking out the window. A stained paper bag is sitting in the middle of his messy desk, leaking fluid all over his paperwork. quote:"Have a seat, Owen," Huffman rasped. His voice sounded strange. He did not turn around to look at me. From the top of his head it appeared that he was looking at the evening sky. I really hope the dialogue keeps up like this. Huffman rants at Pitt, claiming that he wants to backstab him and steal his job because he doesn't respect his authority. Pitt starts to slowly turn the doorknob behind him and claim that he's going to step outside for a bit, but then the paper bag falls over and something tumbles out. quote:"Is that a hand?" I blurted. Oh. quote:The naked, crazy, fat man pointed out the window. "The time has come! Tonight I am a god!" he squealed. I'd like to point out that we're only on page 7 and this guy's boss has already turned into a werewolf to eat him. quote:To this day I don't know why at that moment I felt the need to make a confession to my rapidly mutating boss. Even though I was in accordance with Texas state law, I was in direct violation of the company's workplace safety rule. This was the moment I decided that I was continuing with this book. Werewolf-Huffman falls back against the window, stained with blood and cracked from either missed or overpenetrating shots. Pitt turns and practically bashes the door open with his face, rifling through his coat pocket for a speedloader as he runs down the hall. The door is quickly smashed open behind him, with Huffman's fat bulk having turned into a lean and mean man-eating machine. quote:Running in the direction of the elevator, I snapped the cylinder of my revolver closed with five more Federal 125-grain hollowpoints inside. The creature was fast, much faster than an Olympic sprinter, and I was no Olympic sprinter. My lead down the hallway dwindled in seconds. I spun and fired as it leapt at me, striking the beast in the face. His snout turned on impact and momentum carried him into the wall, crushing the sheetrock. Immediately he started to rise, jagged fur bristling down his back. As Huffman stands, the exposed brain matter begins to retreat back into his skull and the bones crunch back into place over them. The werewolf tosses a chunk of his own meat in its mouth and shakes the blood off like a wet dog. As Huffman howls, Pitt runs into the marketing office (decorated with a typical "Hang in there" kitten poster) and slams the door shut, shoving a desk in front of it. It only buys him a few seconds as the werewolf tears the door apart and begins shoving the desk aside. With his gun completely dry, Pitt grabs a fire extinguisher off the wall. Pitt makes it into the finance department and slams the door shut on Huffman's snout. Huffman shoves the door open and slashes Pitt deeply across the chest with his claws. Pitt deploys the extinguisher as he falls, spraying directly into Huffman's open mouth and kicking it in the ribs back into the corridor. Luckily it's not a very big werewolf. quote:The werewolf punched through the wooden door, talons narrowly missing my flesh as he searched for me. I raised the fire extinguisher above my head and lashed out at the hairy arm, smashing it again and again with blows that would easily have broken ordinary bones. Finally the forearm shattered with an audible snap, but Huffman was not deterred. The claws kept swinging, and within seconds the limb had seemingly healed. Shouting unintelligibly, I continued bringing the extinguisher down on Huffman, the metal echoing with each hit. The elevator is 140 feet away, down the hall from Finance. Clutching the fire extinguisher, he stumbles for the door but only makes it as far as his cubicle before Huffman heals and bursts through the door. Without any way to outrun him, Pitt decides to fight instead of flee. The werewolf easily swats the fire extinguisher away (breaking Pitt's hand) and slams him all the way to the ceiling, smashing through the drop tiles and into an air conditioning duct. quote:I fell onto the top of my cube wall. It was not designed to take the impact of a three-hundred-pound man. It collapsed and I slammed onto my desk. This dude weighs loving how much? I'm 6'2 and in decent shape and I only weigh 210 to 220. If he's 6'7, he'd be the same weight as Hulk Hogan or Killer Kowalski in their prime. Either he's the size of some of the toughest pro wrestlers in history, or he's the size of a poster on The High Road. As he tries to escape, the werewolf pounces on Pitt and slowly opens his mouth wide to bite off his face. Before he can leave Pitt to a slow and painful death, he whips out his 3-inch Spyderco folding knife and stabs Huffman in the throat, severing his jugular, then stabs him in the eye. The bloody handle slips from his hand. quote:"Regenerate this!" I bellowed as I grabbed my letter opener off of my desk and stabbed it repeatedly into his chest. Reversing my grip, I thrust it up through his bottom jaw, lodging it deep into the roof of his mouth, pinning his muzzle shut. Then I kicked him in the balls and smashed my chair over his head for good measure. He hit me with a backhand that knocked me across the room like a human cannonball. I crashed through a potted plant and rolled across the carpet. Pitt runs into Huffman's office nearby, then sets up an ambush. As Huffman charges through the door, Pitt leaps from the top of the filing cabinet onto his back and they both smash into the desk. He wraps his meaty arms around the werewolf's throat to try and strangle him, which Huffman responds to by raking his claws along Pitt's back. Pitt grabs Huffman's snout, and with all his might twists until the werewolf's neck snaps. As Huffman thrashes on the floor, Pitt weakly climbs to the other side of the desk. quote:I heard the scraping of bones again as Huffman's vertebrae realigned. In a second he would be back up, and I would not be able to fight him off again. With my good hand I struggled up so I could see over the desk. There was Huffman's dinner, and in my brain that was running dangerously low on blood and oxygen, it struck me as funny. "Need a hand?" I asked nobody in particular and giggled. This book is loving awesome.
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# ? Apr 4, 2018 22:48 |
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What a loving juxtaposition between this and Ready Player One. If only it wasn't written by a horrible, morally repugnant person.
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# ? Apr 4, 2018 23:33 |
I like how we went from an author who tries his hardest to avoid writing difficult action scenes to an author who starts an action scene on page 7 that takes up the whole rest of the first chapter.
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# ? Apr 4, 2018 23:40 |
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I think I'm gonna get testosterone poisoning before we get halfway through the drat book
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# ? Apr 4, 2018 23:58 |
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I remember loving it when I read this the first time. Unfortunately by the third book things start getting super uncomfortable to read.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 00:22 |
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Wolfman's got nards! Also, I suspect Pitt miiiiight be a self insert, and the author pic looks like he might not be a small guy.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 00:24 |
Choco1980 posted:Also, I suspect Pitt miiiiight be a self insert, and the author pic looks like he might not be a small guy. Might have a point.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 00:36 |
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This book is amazing. I'm not sure why but him stopping to point out that he'd lost a shoe somewhere cracked me up. And yeah holy poo poo this is a refreshing change from RPO, even if this author is also destined to be an absolutely terrible person.
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PittTheElder posted:This book is amazing. I'm not sure why but him stopping to point out that he'd lost a shoe somewhere cracked me up. Of course your username would be loving PittTheElder. I actually do think this fight scene was staged well, even if it comes so rapidly that the book is basically hitting you in the face as soon as you open it. It would flow together nicely in a movie.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 00:44 |
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I’ve opened Pandora’s box, the coming misery is my guilt.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 01:43 |
So far this is actually fairly fun.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 01:44 |
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The idea of that tublord climbing on top of a filing cabinet is pretty hilarious
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 02:16 |
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I've actually read the first three of this series, and may have them all confused with Drive Angry since I think the plot line of one of them matches Drive Angry? Cool guy has to stop some sacrifice in a swamp? It's been a while. Now I have to watch Drive Angry tonight.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 02:47 |
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chitoryu12 posted:At the publisher's request, this title is sold without DRM (DRM Rights Management). Off to a good start there. This is the second weirdest Office Space fanfic I've seen.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 02:52 |
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His middle name is Zastava?
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 03:20 |
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I read this book about three years ago in mass market paperback, so apparently he got beyond self-published at some point. I remember it being somewhat fun, but not particularly memorable.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 03:21 |
Sperglord Actual posted:His middle name is Zastava? He's the cheap copy of Dirk Pitt, you see.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 04:02 |
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'Zastava' is a Russian word meaning 'outpost'.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 04:18 |
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chitoryu12 posted:I like how we went from an author who tries his hardest to avoid writing difficult action scenes to an author who starts an action scene on page 7 that takes up the whole rest of the first chapter. Cline's Monster Hunter International, chapter one: My boss turned into a werewolf. I grabbed a gun and shot him repeatedly. He kept coming, so I shoved a desk into him and he fell out of the window and died. "I learned that move from watching Hong Kong Phooey," I said.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 04:26 |
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I won't lie though, I'm fully expecting either: A: this is the most action that happens for a while and it keeps coming in fits and bursts and the parts without action are intolerable. B: endless breakneck idiotic action. I'm hoping for B but have been burned enough in the past by crazy people writing action novels to know that they have a bad sense of pacing/escalation.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 04:31 |
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I googled Larry Correia after reading about him in the RPO thread, and I can’t wait for this thread. This blog (http://www.johndbrown.com/i-spent-7-days-in-a-car-with-larry-correia-international-lord-of-hate-and-lived-to-tell-about-it/) reminds me of all the terrible east Texas relatives I have to see every few major holidays, and I can imagine them writing terrible gunporn fantasy pulp. Can’t wait! JUST MAKING CHILI fucked around with this message at 05:21 on Apr 5, 2018 |
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Foglet posted:'Zastava' is a Russian word meaning 'outpost'. It's also the name of a famous arms plant in Serbia, which I suspect is how Correia first heard it.
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Sperglord Actual posted:It's also the name of a famous arms plant in Serbia, which I suspect is how Correia first heard it. Pretty sure they actually explain the source of his name in the next couple chapters, something about his badass dads history or something I think?
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Sperglord Actual posted:It's also the name of a famous arms plant in Serbia, which I suspect is how Correia first heard it. Still, all three are stupid for a person to be named after. Michael Outpost Conley Greg Flag Roddy Todd Gun Williams edit: that gives me some serious 'Mike Truk' and 'Karl Dandleton' vibes, is all Foglet fucked around with this message at 08:29 on Apr 5, 2018 |
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quote:I could tell I was dreaming. Everything had that fuzzy, disjointed dream feel to it. First I had flashes of dragging myself toward the elevator, my belt being used as an improvised tourniquet on my leg. However, in my dream it didn't hurt a bit. Movement was slow as though I were underwater. There were glimpses of an ambulance and men sticking me with needles and pounding on my chest. Pitt wakes up to the smell of antiseptic and a dry mouth, the painkiller high the only thing keeping this from feeling like a hangover. He's in a hospital room, his left hand in a cast and an IV in his arm, covered in bandages. He reaches a hand up and feels a line of stitches along his forehead, and lifts up the bandage on his chest to find that it's been stapled shut. His brain starts trying to apply logic to what just occurred, insisting that the werewolf stuff was just a hospital fever dream and he really got in a car crash, but he tells his brain to shut the gently caress up. He hits the call button, but the people who show up aren't exactly nurses. quote:"Mr. Pitt. I'm Special Agent Myers and this is Special Agent Franks. We're with the government." The two men flashed their credentials in my general direction. One agent was a dark brooding type, obviously muscular and grim of attitude. The speaker was older and looked more like a college professor than a Fed. They were both wearing off-the-rack suits, and neither looked very happy. They pulled up chairs. The professor crossed his legs, steepled his fingers, and scowled at me. The younger one pulled his gun. While this seems like a terrible way to conduct a government investigation, there's actually a point to it. Myers hands Pitt some water while Franks keeps the gun on him, giving him enough moisture to speak. Pitt tries to lie and claim that his injuries are from falling down the stairs (he blames the morphine for coming up with such a crappy excuse), but they immediately tell him that they saw the security tapes and are well aware that Cecil Huffman turned into a lycanthrope and got shoved out a window. quote:"It was self-defense. I'm the good guy here. Why the gun?" So yeah, these definitely aren't regular FBI agents. They're still waiting on a blood sample to come back to confirm whether or not Pitt is going to transform into a werewolf and tear apart the room. He's free to go if they come back negative, but will be in violation of the Unearthly Forces Disclosure Act if he breathes a word of any of it and will be hunted down with lead bullets. In the meantime, they wait. So I have one big problem here. I flipped through the rest of the chapter, and it seems like he's in a regular hospital and not some secret Monster Hunter International base deep underneath a mountain or anything. These guys were getting ready to pop a patient in a public hospital with a silver bullet to the forehead. Suppressors may quiet a gunshot, but they don't exactly make it silent (and as a gun sperg, Correia should be well aware of that). I hope they had a plan to bag his body and find a way to smuggle it out while still in their suits, unless they want to end up on the evening news. quote:A doctor came in and took my pulse and blood pressure. A nurse changed my IV and checked my bandages. The staff seemed intimidated by the Feds, and left without talking. Flowers were delivered. They were from Hansen Industries, with a card wishing me a speedy recovery. Along with the card there was also a letter on Hansen Industries stationary that informed me that I was fired for violating the Official Workplace Safety Code No Weapons in the Workplace Rule. If I did not want to risk an interruption to my Workers' Compensation, I had best not protest the firing. Hugs and kisses, Human Resources. Myers and Pitt watch Jeopardy on TV together, which Pitt easily destroys him in. Franks sits with his silenced Glock and a Diet Coke. quote:Alex Trebek had all of the answers. I just had questions. Myers gives up and switches to CNN, where the news is covering a Russian oil pipeline blown up by Chechen terrorists. Pitt tries to ask more questions, but gets firmly shut up as being on a need-to-know basis. There's a knock on the door, but it swings open immediately after and Franks barely has time to hide his pistol under a Martha Stewart magazine. The man who walks in is lean, average height, mid-forties. Close-cropped blonde hair and no real distinguishing features apart from a cigarette in his mouth. Yes, there's actually a bunch of fan stuff about this series. They even made a tabletop RPG. quote:"Well, if it ain't the junior danger rangers. How's the murdering witnesses business?" the man asked, reaching into the pocket of his leather bomber jacket and pulling out a business card. He stuck the card into the edge of my wrist cast. It stuck there, vibrating slightly. I'm wondering if Harbinger is some kind of non-human based on what Myers said. Considering this is a Larry Correia book, "your kind" could just as well be a no-nonsense Republican who breaks the rules to save the day and stop those darn SJWs. Pitt interrupts, and Earl Harbinger shakes his hand and introduces himself as being from MHI. All he says about them is they're a private, for-profit business and that he thinks Pitt would be a good new recruit. He waves off the agents' thinking about him turning into a werewolf; as he says, he "wrote the book" on werewolves and after 5 days without any signs he's confident that Pitt isn't infected. He says once the tests come back negative to give him a call on that business card. As Harbinger leaves, Pitt flips off the agents and tells them to leave him alone to get some sleep. quote:I had a strange dream. It was hazy and blurry, jerky and disjointed, violent and quick. Not like a normal dream at all. Pitt wakes with a start, Myers' cell phone playing an annoying "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" ring tone. The phone call ends without him saying anything, and Pitt closes his eyes as the fear and anxiety well up. He hopes that if they're about to shoot that his brains leave a mess on their suits. Finally, he opens his eyes to see the agents walking out. Franks actually looks a bit dejected about not getting a chance to kill someone. quote:Slow minutes passed as I made sure they weren't coming back, but all was still. The call had come. The stranger's promise had been true. I was not infected, was still human, and wasn't going to die. I laughed until I pulled something in one of the many lacerations in my back and then I cried in pain and then in relief. As I said earlier, I was not normally by nature a pious man, but on that night I sure was. I sobbed and heaved as all of the stress left me spent and wasted. chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 13:23 on Apr 5, 2018 |
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chitoryu12 posted:So I have one big problem here. I flipped through the rest of the chapter, and it seems like he's in a regular hospital and not some secret Monster Hunter International base deep underneath a mountain or anything. These guys were getting ready to pop a patient in a public hospital with a silver bullet to the forehead. Suppressors may quiet a gunshot, but they don't exactly make it silent (and as a gun sperg, Correia should be well aware of that). I hope they had a plan to bag his body and find a way to smuggle it out while still in their suits, unless they want to end up on the evening news. "He woke up and started going crazy! He grabbed for my partner's gun, and I had to shoot him."
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 13:32 |
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He's gonna stop cold to mention every firearm through this, isn't he? The 'it was a Glock' line just came off as clunky. At least he didn't specify it was a 'Glock 22C in .40S&W, with a SilencerCo Osprey suppressor' or some poo poo. I've read too many fics where the author seems to think if you don't say exactly what a character has, in that much detail, you'll confuse them. What's wrong with 'service pistol with a big-rear end can screwed on'.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 13:52 |
Paingod556 posted:He's gonna stop cold to mention every firearm through this, isn't he? Better than how Die Hard 2 did it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecwK3UMxoxQ
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 13:57 |
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chitoryu12 posted:Better than how Die Hard 2 did it. Or Captain America: Civil War and the 'AR-15s' (the rifles were SiGs, FALs and Galils, none have any relation to Stoners rifles, and yes it still annoys me)
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 14:04 |
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I think this is the first one of your threads where I've actually read all the book parts. Hahah. Shame the dude is a weirdo. You write schlock! Own it. There's nothing wrong with enjoying and creating daft fast-food literature! (Some might argue that point)
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 14:10 |
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There's more action in the first chapter then all of RPO put together.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 14:24 |
Drunken Baker posted:I think this is the first one of your threads where I've actually read all the book parts. Hahah. He seems to be one of those conservative guys that is absolutely convinced that the only reason society is bowing to those darn SJWs and their "give human rights to people" advocacy is because of the liberal media propaganda, so when the Hugo Awards started awarding progressive authors he lost his mind and started trying to get people to nominate the dumbest pulp ever (which coincidentally often included his own books) in protest.
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# ? Apr 5, 2018 14:38 |
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I'm not much of a gun person but I'm guessing that the love interest in this book will be the Glock that Frank's holding. Pitt will run into the Glock on the street downtown without her business attire (the silencer) on and it'll kick off an initially tense but sexually charged professional relationship that will eventually turn into something more.
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