Post: Return Of M40A3?
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08-04-2010, 10:10 PM
#1
IProFusionZ
Grunt
08-05-2010, 03:29 PM
#29
Solo
Rookie
Originally posted by kleszyk
ah I hate this part, OK I for one love the M40A3 from cod4 but you must keep in mind that Black ops looks to have a strict timeline lasting through the cold war & vietnam
Vietnam war:- 1953 to 1975
Cold war:- 1947 to 1991
now for the gutting part about the M40A3
The M40 was introduced in 1966. The changeover to the A1 model was completed in the 1970s, the A3 in the 2000s, and the A5 in 2009.
meaning we will most likely only get the original M40 (based on the R700) or the A1 model so dont get to excited
Vietnam war:- 1953 to 1975
Cold war:- 1947 to 1991
now for the gutting part about the M40A3
The M40 was introduced in 1966. The changeover to the A1 model was completed in the 1970s, the A3 in the 2000s, and the A5 in 2009.
meaning we will most likely only get the original M40 (based on the R700) or the A1 model so dont get to excited
Aren't the only differences a slightly different barrel, and a tactical stock? ..Thinking about the other sniper rifles that can possibly be in Black Ops, this one will have the upper-hand.
08-05-2010, 04:10 PM
#30
1337JESUS
Vault dweller
Originally posted by Ayon
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.
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.
loser........
08-05-2010, 04:19 PM
#31
-.Anonymous.-
Treasure hunter
Originally posted by Ayon
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.
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.
Put that on fourzerotwo they'd probably put it on well consider it anyway.
On-topic; I think they won't like on Mw2 where everyone was saying they will but they didn't but if it was in Vietnam then a possible chance? I don't think that Treyarch research so much on guns and storylines (since when were there Nazi zombies in buildings climbing through boarded up windows very unrealistically?
08-05-2010, 04:57 PM
#32
Rainbow Dash
Now 20% Cooler
Originally posted by Ayon
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.
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.
Eh?
Are you talking about a gun or a girl?
...or are you gay?
08-05-2010, 06:02 PM
#33
xImpulse
Little One
Originally posted by Ayon
I hope so. If not everybody would know about the power of the M40A3 already... I would found a religion. But well. I'm not always like that in threads where "serious" discussing is the word of the hour I can be a dipshit ^^. I like youre avatar and signature btw.
M40A3 religion did you say, id be happy to believe in that, dibs co-leader <3
08-05-2010, 07:05 PM
#35
XxStevenlxX
Haxor!
all i know is that the M40A3 was used in socom for the psp
08-05-2010, 09:40 PM
#36
Ayon Windsor
Brute
Originally posted by xAndy
Eh?
Are you talking about a gun or a girl?
...or are you gay?
Are you talking about a gun or a girl?
...or are you gay?
You know that most soliders nowaday get a gun that they are told to give a name, a girls name ^^. Its their "woman" for that time being.
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