i do have an autistic interest in nuclear power, so i know more than the average person. But like, it only makes it funnier
“You know what’s funny?” Asked KillingTimeItself while flicking another match into the brush. “If we had the demon core here and I threw it and hit someone with it in such a way that it momentarily reached prompt criticality, it would be like stabbing them with the world’s slowest knife. Heck, even if you missed, it would still be like a cancer knife that would get them years later.”
FlyingSquid looked on incredulously. “Man, that’s fucked up.”
Just then, the brush caught fire, setting the active battlefield alight and casting a glow on TheFartographer’s face, who was jealous because he forgot to bring matches or a lighter. All three friends giggled and snuck away from the fire.
Just then, TheFartographer got shot in the ass two inches from his butthole and died immediately. FlyingSquid and KillingTimeItself took TheFartographer’s shoes and looted his body, using the valuables to buy more matches in town. They really hadn’t gotten that close to TheFartographer in their time together and he could be a bit of a bastard.
i mean, to be clear, this isn’t a doomsday weapon, this is what we call a mass casualty weapon.
This is probably more closely related to starting a fire in the middle of a battlefield more than anything.
Make it the size of the moon. Now it’s a doomsday weapon?
You’re no fun.
i’m fun! You just need to be technically accurate when you’re having fun smh.
Now to be fair, i do have an autistic interest in nuclear power, so i know more than the average person. But like, it only makes it funnier :)
What’s not fun about starting a fire in the middle of a battlefield?
that is pretty fun, you’re not wrong, probably also pretty funny too.
“You know what’s funny?” Asked KillingTimeItself while flicking another match into the brush. “If we had the demon core here and I threw it and hit someone with it in such a way that it momentarily reached prompt criticality, it would be like stabbing them with the world’s slowest knife. Heck, even if you missed, it would still be like a cancer knife that would get them years later.”
FlyingSquid looked on incredulously. “Man, that’s fucked up.”
Just then, the brush caught fire, setting the active battlefield alight and casting a glow on TheFartographer’s face, who was jealous because he forgot to bring matches or a lighter. All three friends giggled and snuck away from the fire.
Just then, TheFartographer got shot in the ass two inches from his butthole and died immediately. FlyingSquid and KillingTimeItself took TheFartographer’s shoes and looted his body, using the valuables to buy more matches in town. They really hadn’t gotten that close to TheFartographer in their time together and he could be a bit of a bastard.
you forgot the part where i would throw it at someone purely to do blunt force trauma because it turns out metal heavy.
It’s just some gambling based on the fact that you might get some spicy electrons coming your way.