WTF?

I can't explain it in words

I probably will get kicked for posting porn but here

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The M40A3 naked. No camouflage.

Btw. Has someone got the moaning sounds of that thing? As a ps3 guy I can't extract the gun sounds. In th3 internetz lol. I can't find a download either.

Haha you should be a writer, that story moved me :cry:

I would appreciate it but I probably think they would make new Audio for it and I don't know nothing really feels like the M40A3 except for the M40A3. The sound when you pulled the trigger and reloaded it was just so... so... :cry: moving it made me cry when I killed someone knowing that this wonderful existence did what it was supposed to. It was just a feeling that can only return if its all the same as in MW.

You are there. 5 men are with you. They're all out of your sight. You take a deep breath. Your imagination strikes in. You're in a lonely room. Cold. No windows. No colour. Only a bright cold and lonely room without doors and windows and you don't even know how you are able to see in there without a light bulb. But that's not what you are thinking about. You are thinking about yourself. In your Ghilie suit. You are alone. NO ... no you aren't. Your M40A3 is with you. You look at it for a second. You examine it closely. You want to pet it. A heavy barrel. It's black or kind of greyish. Solid. The fiberglass stock and grip. The grip is reinforced. Solid. But wait. You ain't rewarding this by petting it. You use it. You look through its scope. You realize that seven and a half kilogram are less than you had imagined. Even though the wall is grey there is a mass that stands out. You can't explain why. There is no reason for it. You get this thing in a queue with your crosshair. You are ready to pull the trigger. Shooting at a wall. Cold. Your rifle disappears. You feel a soft hair in your bare hands. You will tear it apart. You are ready to. As you tear the hair apart your index finger feels a touch. You don't stop. Everything fades to black. You are there. 5 men are with you. They're all out of your sight. But you feel that something changed. Your finger has pulled the trigger. The grey mass. A man. A soldier. He won't stand up anymore. You touch the bolt. You load the next round. You feel that power floats through your veins. The rifle gives that power to you. You aren't going to die. The M40A3. She's with you. You take a deep breath. Your imagination strikes in...
Its seconds... maybe just one second. But thats the feeling. That or another exciting emotion is just the feeling that the M40A3 grants you with every single shot. Every time you pull the bolt back and forth.

Always remember you came. you saw. you realized you had a M40A3 and won.

There is nothing that is able to copy this poetry in motion. This power - this power even to the ones of a god. There is nothing that could bring this feeling back if it isn't all the same.