NOTE: This story is about a former coworker. Also, this is as much being a d*ck as revenge.

But it was quite epic, so One guy was a younger guy at a cellphone call center who was always kind of a slacker doofus with a (unfairly) stereotypical millennial work ethic and attitude. I’ll call him Shaggy. There was growing discontent because we were a commissioned sales group but were increasingly getting assigned non-sales campaigns, such as explaining to customers of X wireless what happens now that my company Y wireless bought them out. It was taking up ½ to 2/3rds of our day and killing our sales, commissions, stats, etc. Plus they kept changing the commission system to make it harder and harder to get payouts AND made it possible to get no payout if you fell below some number of sales per hour.

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Fortunately, I worked pretty hard and kept my numbers up, but for lazy slacker doofuses it was bad news. So one Sunday (usually a busy call day) I noticed Shaggy seemed different. Smiling, laughing, not using the company software like at all. At some point he took off his head set and was bullshitting with me and it came out this was going to be his last day so he was just fucking around in a way that sounded bad. I mentioned it to my supervisor.

Later, my supervisor began looking into what exactly he’d been doing. From listening to the call logs and looking at the software logs we determined he: 1: Telling rude customers to go to hell, go f*ck themselves, etc.

If they asked for managers he then hung up, transferred them to another cellphone company, or muted them and came back pretending to be a supervisor with an outrageous accent who also told them to go f*ck themselves. 2: Transferring people to an automated message that said something like, “do you know how to keep an idiot entertained forever? Just hang on and I’ll tell you the secret of keeping stupid morons entertained, in just a moment you’ll learn exactly how to keep them” etc and seeing how long they lasted. Apparently some stayed on for awhile. 3: Clearing the entire call center queue. Apparently the system wouldn’t detect a hangup if you hit release fast enough after the headset started to beep.

Holding enter would automatically close the computer window (or some other key combo did it). So 50 calls waiting becomes zero in seconds. 4: Suspending service for customers he didn’t like. We weren’t allowed to or supposed to suspend service or mess with billing, but had access. (We could keep a notepad file with whatever we wanted in it on the computer, so many of us kept track of phone numbers [for various legitimate purposes] and also developed ‘enemy lists’ of sorts) 5: Giving credits to customers he liked. Because customers could have seen this it and relied on it, or maybe were entitled to a credit, or some other reason, it was apparently decided not to erase the credits. I saw him one other time, washing cars at a dealership.

I don’t think it was a move up from $15-20 an hour, but he went out in a blaze of glory. [] - [] - [] Warnings: Mentions of violence, drug use, blood mentions, smut “I swear I didn’t know, Y/N.” Namjoon muttered, one hand rested on your knee as he stared at you with large, sympathetic eyes. “If I did, I would have said something.” You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were pointed towards the leaves of the tree that you and Yoongi had stood under together the day he came to pick you up, watching as they danced in the light breeze. Somehow, they looked completely different now, as if you’d never seen them at all. You blinked, and in that millisecond where your vision was drowned out in blackness, you saw him; droplets of red falling from his nose and staining his pale skin. There was no way you could have known, but still, you felt that you should have known. “I don’t understand.” You frowned, repeating the sentence that you’d spoken over and over for the last half hour. Namjoon’s fingers lightly squeezed around your knee, his head bobbing in a slow gesture of understanding.

“I know.” “No, I mean–” You trailed off, your thoughts tangling together and getting lost on the tip of your tongue. “He’s brilliant, Namjoon. He’s so talented. I don’t understand.” His lips pressed into a line, causing the faint indentation of dimples to show up on his cheeks. “Sometimes it comes with the lifestyle, Y/N.” “You don’t do it.” You snapped back, an edge to your tone. “Doesn’t mean I haven’t been offered.” Namjoon sighed, and then snapped his mouth closed, second-guessing what he’d just said and how you’d take it.

“You told me he was a bad guy.” You chewed on the sensitive skin on the inside of your lip, already gnawed and sore from hours of abuse. “If you didn’t know he was doing that stuff, what made him bad?” One shoulder raised in a slight shrug.

“He has a hard time getting along with people. He’s a loner with a bad attitude.” Defensiveness swelled within you and you turned your head to face your friend, your eyes narrowing. “You know nothing about him, do you?” His eyebrows shot up, shocked at your outburst.

“I’ve been working with him for three years, Y/N. I see him almost every day.” “Have you ever tried to talk to him? Tried to get to know him?” “You can tell enough about someone by watching them.” He muttered and you scoffed, batting his hand off of you and pushing yourself off the ground, dusting bits of grass and dirt off of the backs of your thighs. “I can’t believe you, Namjoon.” You huffed, tugging the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “If you knew the kind of person he really was, maybe you could understand how heartbreaking it is to know he’s risking throwing everything he’s gained away.” Namjoon planted his hands on the ground, poised to push himself up as well, but you didn’t give him the opportunity.

You turned your back to him, walking in whichever direction your legs deemed as the right one as you lifted your hand in a half-hearted wave. You were fuming; teeth clenched together with the effort of soothing your sense of protectiveness. But on the inside, in the deepest parts of your chest, you still felt the sharp sting of heartache.

If you drowned out the background noise of birds chirping and students chattering, you could hear the sound of his voice demanding you to leave, to get out. Once you got the video playing you can pretty much re-enable adblock and watch your show without it yelling at you to disable your adblocker(at least that’s what I do on rabbit). I mostly just torrent anime though and only have to use kissanime when I’m watching with others.

When it comes to the anime streaming site scene I’m only so very lightly aware of a few and even then I only use it when I’m watching with others over rabb.it. Torrents work well if you’re watching alone or physically with others(and not over rabb.it but hell you can even use discord’s video chat screen-sharing feature to stream anime to you and your friends). Also it’s a great way to archive your favorite shows should your () internet get compromised. Here’s a quick little guide. NOTE: This story is about a former coworker. Also, this is as much being a dick as revenge. But it was quite epic, so One guy was a younger guy at a cellphone call center who was always kind of a slacker doofus with a (unfairly) stereotypical millennial work ethic and attitude.

I’ll call him Shaggy. There was growing discontent because we were a commissioned sales group but were increasingly getting assigned non-sales campaigns, such as explaining to customers of X wireless what happens now that my company Y wireless bought them out. It was taking up ½ to 2/3rds of our day and killing our sales, commissions, stats, etc. Plus they kept changing the commission system to make it harder and harder to get payouts AND made it possible to get no payout if you fell below some number of sales per hour. Fortunately, I worked pretty hard and kept my numbers up, but for lazy slacker doofuses it was bad news.

So one Sunday (usually a busy call day) I noticed Shaggy seemed different. Smiling, laughing, not using the company software like at all. At some point he took off his head set and was bullshitting with me and it came out this was going to be his last day so he was just fucking around in a way that sounded bad. I mentioned it to my supervisor. Later, my supervisor began looking into what exactly he’d been doing. From listening to the call logs and looking at the software logs we determined he: 1: Telling rude customers to go to hell, go fuck themselves, etc. If they asked for managers he then hung up, transferred them to another cellphone company, or muted them and came back pretending to be a supervisor with an outrageous accent who also told them to go fuck themselves.

2: Transferring people to an automated message that said something like, “do you know how to keep an idiot entertained forever? Just hang on and I’ll tell you the secret of keeping stupid morons entertained, in just a moment you’ll learn exactly how to keep them” etc and seeing how long they lasted. Apparently some stayed on for awhile. 3: Clearing the entire call center queue.

Apparently the system wouldn’t detect a hangup if you hit release fast enough after the headset started to beep. Holding enter would automatically close the computer window (or some other key combo did it).

So 50 calls waiting becomes zero in seconds. 4: Suspending service for customers he didn’t like. We weren’t allowed to or supposed to suspend service or mess with billing, but had access. (We could keep a notepad file with whatever we wanted in it on the computer, so many of us kept track of phone numbers [for various legitimate purposes] and also developed ‘enemy lists’ of sorts) 5: Giving credits to customers he liked. Because customers could have seen this it and relied on it, or maybe were entitled to a credit, or some other reason, it was apparently decided not to erase the credits. I saw him one other time, washing cars at a dealership. I don’t think it was a move up from $15-20 an hour, but he went out in a blaze of glory.

NOTE: To cut off all the complaints of “this must be fake! Customers would call back right away and he’d be caught!” This didn’t get discovered for several reasons. He wasn’t pulling up the customers accounts so there was no record of who got the call. Also, it was not possible to search for calls from customer X if they were transferred from another department rather than calling in directly, as Shaggy knew. Further, complaints like “the last guy was a dick!” when you can’t see/don’t know what department the last guy was in don’t go far.

They could see everything done to accounts under his company ID and undo it later however. This isn’t a fuck customers per se, but it happened outside my store and I’m pissed off and want to talk about it. So my store has the pretty standard facade. There’s are two double automatic doors with the windows, the sidewalk with those bolsters at the end, and a white striped pedestrian walkway outside the doors. We also have stop signs positioned on the road right before the walkway so people can quadruple check for pedestrians.

About 10 feet from the stop signs we have speed bumps and then 10 feet from those we have additional sets of speed bumps between our storefront and our neighbors. Like I said, fairly standard strip mall parking lot. One day I’m leaving work, and I look both ways before I cross the street.

There’s only one SUV to my left, on the other side of the farther set of speed bumps. I wait a second, and the guy practically comes to a complete stop to cross the speed bumps, so with another set of speed bumps and a stop sign coming up, I figure I have plenty of time to cross and start to go.

As soon as I step into the road, this asshat slams on his gas, flies over the next set of speed bumps, and runs the stop sign. And because I was expecting him to not drive like an asshole, I was caught off guard and didn’t even think to run.

I was directly in front of his fucking car, and he stopped within about 3 feet of me. I’m assuming he thought it’d be hilarious to make me run across the street? But we have camera surveillance in the front of my store, so I would straight up let somebody run over me there. Go ahead, pay my student loans.

I made sure to take longer than necessary to cross in front of his car too. Jeno loved the rain. He loved it more when he had someone in his arms to watch it fall with- said someone was too busy giving her attention to another wolf. He wasn’t too keen on this, no, not at all. It wasn’t hard for jealousy to bubble up within his being, wanting nothing more than to rip her away from the red head. Of course, he couldn’t necessarily do that, for he’d never live it down. You, on the other hand, were oblivious to the entire situation.

Your mind focused on watching Renjun draw the scenery, from by the window before you both. ‘What bit you?’ The voice was one he generally thanked the heaven’s for hearing, but right now, it was the last he wanted. The words were followed by a tray being set on the counter, varies types of cookies decorated along the blue plastic. Each of them had the ability to hear miles away from them, so how was he supposed to admit his problem with the latter being so close. In the end, he didn’t have to, as the older followed his gaze; he chuckled. 'How cute.’ His eyes narrowed, pointing them up to Johnny, who loomed over the counter with a shit eating grin.

'How is it that you just happen to know everything?’ He questioned, plucking one of the cookies up to bite into a bit angrily. 'Because, I have a mate, and I know that look all too well.’ At the comment, both Renjun, and you looked up, wondering why mates were being discussed.

Upon patting the red head’s leg, you rose to stalk towards them, your arms going around the raven from behind; 'What’s going on?’ Jeno had no intentions of saying he was envious of the attention she was giving the other, hell no, but Johnny thought otherwise. 'He’s all twisted that you’re watching Renjun draw, rather than watching the storm with him.’ If only looks could kill, the young Lee would be happy. A smirk began to form on your lips, chin dropping to his shoulder; 'Little Jennie is jealous?’ He wanted to sink into Hell, and vanish within the flames at this point, especially when the other two males started laughing. Oh my god, dude.’ He was going to strangle Johnny one day- just, one day.

He’d make sure of it. Renjun kept his comments in his own head, not wanting to face the wrath the younger harbored. A handful of the pack generally did their best to not anger him. It was smartest, and safer that way. With his own cheeks now tinted a soft pink, he shifted to get to his feet, tugging you to, and up the stairs; no more patience to face the tall Beta. You simply followed, humming to yourself, already knowing where he was taking you. It was a path you’d traveled many a time before.

So, when you manage to make it to the attic, you’re not surprised at all. It was odd how he basically became a different person once he reached the top step. From defensive, and jealous, to sleepy, and soft. Jeno was silent as his body dropped down to the worn out couch, his eyes automatically glued to the window wall that’s being targeted by the harsh cloud tears. He’s already being sucked into his own world, though not before his arms reach out to pull you down; you situate so your back is to his chest, allowing you view to the darkened sky as well. 'I love you, goodnight,’ he mumbled out, burying his face against the top of your head, knowing all too well he wouldn’t be able to stay away long.

It was amusing really- maybe it was the animal in him, it didn’t allow him to stay up too long during weather like this, or maybe it was the couch. It was old, but still quite comfortable- in your opinion, at least. A smile lit up your lips, eyes falling shut as you nuzzled back to him; 'I love you, too, Jennie. Sweet dreams.’ The only response was a groan, soon enough followed by the silence of the attic, and the sound of rain drops on the house. This was how rainy days generally ended. Falling asleep in the attic, the only light source coming from outside. You’d learned over time that Jeno only slept well on these nights, as he explained that 'the thunder disrupts the nightmares’; any other time, it was you.

So, nights when you could relax, knowing he was sleeping peacefully were a blessing. A/n; this is one of many, many wolf scenarios based on our Wolf Au Point Posts.

There will probably be about 5 scenarios, per point post, which is all the members. So yes, about 85 scenarios in total, once done. The 5 Jeno ones, however, are dedicated to as I promised they would be ♡ I’ve made her wait long enough for them—- [ Requests open ] If there is a certain scenario plot you’d like, for a certain wolf!nct member, let me know. Pairing: Taeyong X Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst; Fallen Angel! AU Word Count: 4.1K Note: Taeyong has me weak.

Stupid hair, stupid smile, stupid skills. I hate it all, ok. It’s dark outside today, you realize, as you risk a glance outside the dusty window of your apartment. It’s still around 4 in the afternoon—the darkness undoubtedly owed to the dark clouds crowding the skies above—so you have a while before you need to leave for your shift at the convenience store down the block. It’s actually a welcome thought, you decide, as you make your way to the kitchen to preferably make some tea and curl up in an armchair with a book. That is, if it rains at all. You give just one more skeptical glance outside for merit’s sake, before turning back towards the counter, hands knowing where to go all on their own.

As you put the kettle on the stove to boil, a loud clap of thunder startles you into jumping just slightly, and your eyes automatically stray to the window, only for your mouth to drop open in undisguised shock. It’s full out pouring outside. Speech in italics is signed. Update: It was pointed out to me that cochlear implants are perceived as disrespectful by the deaf community.

I wasn’t aware of that and would like to apologise. I’m leaving the prompt up for the sake of the person who requested it, but, should you demand it, I can rewrite it or delete the prompt all-together. - Mod Mare “Are you ready, Mister Y/N?” Nervously, your eyes flicker to [Dad], then back to the doctor. You don’t know if you’re ready. All your life, you walked through a world of silence – no sounds, none at all. And now this is going to change. You jerk in surprise when a hand comes to rest on your shoulder.

[Dad] gives you an encouraging smile and squeezes your shoulder. Taking a deep breath, you look back up to the doctor and nod.

She reaches out and fumbles with your hearing aids. Then, suddenly, there is noise. 🥃 The first sound you notice is the humming of the air conditioning.

Eyes wide in wonder, you put your hand on Robert’s and tug. He rounds your chair and kneels down in front of you.

“Hey kid,” he says. You never would have expected his voice to be so deep and gruff. Without thinking, you sign him to continue speaking, your hands trembling so hard, it’s a miracle he got what you were trying to say. “Have I ever told you the story of how I got Betsy? Don’t believe Damien when he says I got her from the shelter, because I didn’t. See, it was five years ago, I was out hunting” He continues talking even as you start to cry, overwhelmed by the influx of sounds and, most of all, overwhelmed by Robert’s voice. Robert doesn’t stop talking, but simply takes your hands in his.

There’s a glimmer in his dark eyes and a certain wetness to his voice. “ and out of nowhere came a little dog, a pup, really, and tackles the thing—“ 🍸 The room is silent. At first, you panic, worried that the hearing aids don’t work, but then the doctor starts talking. She asks you a dozen questions, tests your hearing, makes you say from which direction a noise came, all the while Joseph stands there, frozen like a statue, watching.

Finally, the doctor proclaims everything is in order, congratulates you and then leaves to give you and Joseph privacy. It’s almost as if the door falling closed pulls Joseph out of his trance.

He clears his throat and kneels down in front of you. “I thought long and hard about what my first spoken words to you would be,” he says. His voice is exactly like you imagined it, but at the same time totally different too. He must have noticed you starting to tremble, because he takes your hands. “I prepared a speech and all.

But seeing you now, knowing you can hear me, all I want to say is I love you, Y/N. I’m so happy for you right now.” There’s no way you can hold back your tears after this.

Joseph smiles and puts his head on your knees, murmuring sweet nothings while tears run down his cheeks too. ☕ “Did it work??” You flinch in surprise and turn your head to where Mat is standing, staring at him in wonder. Did that come from him? The last few days, you started wondering what he would sound like, but whenever you asked him, Mat dodged the question in embarrassment.

He had the same expression he now has, staring back at you. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m so sorry. That wasn’t supposed to be the first thing I said to you either, but I panicked, I mean, you can hear now, which is awesome, don’t get me wrong, but I wanted my first spoken words to you mean something and now I’m babbling which makes the situation only worse and-“ He stops when you suddenly start to laugh.

At the realisation that you can now hear yourself laugh, you can hear Amanda’s voice now, you can hear Mat babble and chuckle and sing, the laugh turns into crying and sobbing in joy. Mat is at your side in an instant and wraps his arms around you, engulfing you with the smell of coffee and vanilla. When you look up, you see he’s crying, too. 🌹 Outside, a car passes by the window. You automatically turn your head towards it and watch, listen, as another one soon follows.

You hear children laugh and the general hustle and bustle of the city, but it doesn’t register that you can hear, you’re almost numb and a little overwhelmed. A hand on your knee pulls you out of your rigour.

As you turn your head, you find yourself looking right at Damien, who is standing right in front of you, smiling so brightly it rivals the sun. “There are a thousand things I wish to say to you, Y/N.” At the first sound of his voice, your hand flies up to your mouth in surprise. It’s even more beautiful than you imagined and the realisation finally hits you, bringing tears to your eyes. Damien leans down to kiss your forehead.

“And I intend to say them all, if you let me. It fills my heart with joy, knowing you can finally hear, that I can now share with you the beautiful sounds of life.” He dabs his eyes with a handkerchief and blinks away his tears. “I love you, Y/N.” The last three words break the dam. You’re full-on crying now and bury your face in Damien’s chest. 🎣 You don’t know what you expected the first thing you hear to be, but it wasn’t that.

Now Daisy and I will have to stop talking about you while you’re there, now that you can actually hear us speak.” Thankfully, there are only three people in total in the room and one of them is a woman, so the voice can only be Brian’s. You stare at him in wonder, at his shit-eating grin, and absently sign to the doctor while tears start rolling down your cheeks. “ I changed my mind. Can you take them out again?” The doctor laughs. She relays what you said to Brian, who immediately starts pouting.

The expression makes you giggle, which, after a few moments, turns into laughter, followed by tears as it finally registers. You can hear. “I think I broke him,” Brian chuckles. His footsteps are the only warning you get before he pulls you into his arms in a bone-crushing hug. There’s a familiar rumble in his chest – but now, you can hear the accompanying laughter too. “You can hear!” Brian exclaims. You wince – gosh, he’s loud. Mapsource 6 16 3 Patched Works here.

That’s going to take some time getting used to. 👟 You can’t even identify half of the sounds you’re hearing – there’s noise coming in from outside, cars and pedestrians and honking, footsteps from outside the room, muted conversations seeping through the walls. Media Toolbox 6 Keygen Photoshop. It’s overwhelming.

You don’t even notice you’re crying until Craig’s hands cup your cheeks and wipe away some of the tears with his thumbs. He’s also crying, but probably looking far more attractive doing so than you. “Bro,” is the first thing he says and it startles a laugh out of you. “Bro, you can hear.” “I can hear,” you repeat, signing. Craig sinks down on the chair in front of you, not letting go even for a second, and pulls you into his arms. “My bro can finally hear!

I never- I never would have thought I’d see the day. I always wondered, after college, whether you found a way, and I was sad I wouldn’t get to be there with you, but you’re here and you can hear!” He tightens his arms around you, sobbing quietly. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispers. Your arms trapped against his chest, you somehow manage to sign “ I love you”. “I love you too, bro,” Craig replies sniffling. 📖 The doctor, seeing your reaction, nods and makes space for Hugo, who had been anxiously hovering nearby.

He steps in front of you and gets down on his knees, taking your hands in his. “Y/N?” He asks cautiously. You really try to hold back, but hearing him say your name breaks all the control you had over yourself, and you’re full-out bawling within seconds. Hugo, thanks to his teaching experience, doesn’t even flinch.

He merely stands up and pulls you up for a second, so he can take your place on the chair, and manoeuvres you into his lap. You throw your arms around his neck and cry into his shoulder, hoping he doesn’t mind you ruining his vest. “I never believed in miracles but for you, I’ll make an exception,” Hugo says after a while. “I didn’t dare hope the doctors said there’s a fifty-fifty chance it wouldn’t work, so I tried to stay rational, but I was hoping and now- Now you can hear. You can hear.

I can hardly believe it.” You hear him snuffle and look up, right into his eyes. He’s crying just like you are, a rare sight on him. You lean in for a kiss, which he returns eagerly, cupping the back of your head. (CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR TEG) Part 1 Fic info: takes place right after The Empty Grave. Rating: General.

Pairings: Lockwood/Lucy and Holly/her ‘flatmate’. Ao3 link: “ I leave for one minute and you let me get nicked again.” “You were gone for a week!” “ Yeah, whatever. Some friend you are.” Lucy comes home to find the skull missing. On their quest to get him back, Lockwood & Co. Discover that the secret to eternal youth might not have been the only thing the Orpheus Society were striving towards. Part 1 – The Theft. Alright, I’m thinking we try this for the first time tonight!

I’m never going to know for sure if we have enough cards if we don’t play. So here will be the rules: 1.

I will only tag you if you’ve added yourself to the tag list, otherwise you will have to wait until you see a post saying we are playing. If you want to add yourself before 10 pm EST tonight for the first game, do it. A few days ago, I hit 500 followers, and I had you guys vote on what you’d like to see me make! It was a close tie between this manip tutorial and a FC directory, and while that’s still in the works for the future, this is something I’ve been wanting to post for a while. I’m excited to show you guys the deep dark secrets of gif manip making. These are the gifs I’m starting with: And here’s what I’m ending with: note: for the sake of this tutorial, I am using two gifs that I made myself, but I often just find ones to use from gif hunts. Instructions under the cut!

My fondness for using a stop sign as a shield stems, primarily, from ’s cover for the 1st edition Gamma World module GW2, “Famine in Far-Go”: I saw it first, and it stuck with me. But I also think it’s “realistic”, in as much as a stop sign is about the right size and weight for a shield. The weight of a medieval-era shield was (generally) between 5-10 pounds, and a Roman scutum weighed about 20 pounds. (As do modern SWAT entry shields.) Stop signs weigh between 2 pounds (for the 24″ size) and almost 10 pounds (for the 48″ size).

If you assume the sign is backed with a layer of metal or wood (they aren’t very thick, after all) then the weight is about right. Here’s a protestor in using a sign as a small shield: I couldn’t find any photos – outside of cosplayers and LARPers – of anyone actually using a stop sign as a shield. It’s a common trope in post-apocalyptic art, though (and I sometimes wonder if Jim Holloway wasn’t the first).

Manhole covers are as cool as stop signs, easily. Thinks so: The problem is, as you guessed, the weight: a manhole cover weighs 100 pounds or more. That’s far too heavy for a man, and if you’re using the idea in a role-playing game you would need a character with an unusually high Strength to use one. You could, of course, chalk it up to genre convention – if it looks good, then go for it, even if the character’s Strength isn’t high enough. But in a game, I’d be afraid my players might (quite reasonably) be mislead: they’d conclude that any NPC capable of using a manhole cover as a shield would be too strong for them to handle.

Car doors are also cool, but suffer the same problem as manhole covers – they’re heavy. How heavy depends on the size of the car, of course, as well as what the door is made of, and even whether it has automatic window motors and speakers. I saw figures online for as little as 60 pounds for a door, and as much as 100+ pounds. Again, good enough for: And this guy (from a 2000AD comic): It makes more sense in the hands of one of ′s Behemoths, since they’re massive and presumably very strong. The mutant’s Strength is underscored by using a fire hydrant as a weapon; that would weigh hundreds of pounds.

Slightly more realistic is this mutant from the cover of 1st edition Gamma World module GW1 “Legion of Gold” – drawn by – using a parking meter as a mace: Browse my for other fun uses of armor made from signs, license plates, tire treads and other fun stuff. Thanks for writing!