Finius

Unless it's worth more than £1500, sell the car for whatever it's worth. Buy a used van for £700, then go to aviva and insure it for £700. Profit.

Out of stock, but here's the pulse rifle: http://www.actionhobbies.co.uk/Snow-Wolf-M41A-Pulse-Rifle_A1258G.aspx#.UcTMTPlQFJA Snow Wolf also produce a kit version which needs a Thompson base for £175 (also available at actionhobbies).

You can also buy the Snow Wolf Pulse Rifle complete for much cheaper than the TM kit... I'd like to see a better range of shotguns, especially the Keltec KSG

Got myself a job!

AF-UK, bear witness the terrible might of Oscar the Destroyer and his mighty warface.

Looks good. All I'd say is that if you get shot in the nipple it's gonna sting like blind f**kery.

Got an interview on Thursday, all being well I'll get the job then treat myself to something mean with my first months wages.

Finius never disappoints.

Unfortunately, being as my my terminator-dog is still with his mother at present, no major updates, except he did ruthlessly demolish an innocent pair of brand new Superman Converse the other day (and he only did that because he's run out of s**t to f**k up on his list of s**t to f**k up). Cost-to-state of my hellbeast? £35.00

Nobody is giving me a job. Despite the fact I've got f**king mad leet skillz brah.

Everyone loves a Jawa. I've decided to turn this thread into a sort of diary of the life and times of my rabid beast. Throughout the course of his life, or certainly his puppyhood, I will report to AF-UK regarding his adventures. I assure you, it's going to be horrific. Tonight, I bring you a small entry regarding...THE FORTRESS OF DOGITUDE. This is Oscar's crib. Notice that not only is it equipped with soul-hardening, claw-sharpening, blood-curdling pillows of undeniable badassness, it is also equipped with three of the most powerful training tools know to dog. What you see there are three premium devices designed to train Oscar's life-rending abilities until they're razor sharp. First up, there's piggy. We all know humans are basically tall bacon, by drill-training devastating attacks on this device Oscar will hone his abilities by developing an acute knowledge of human anatomy, enabling him to execute even the most deadly targets with ease and a swift, surgical precision unbeknownst to mere humans. Secondly, there's the dumbells-of-wrath. This chewable dumbell device is equipped with a bell which lets Oscar know he's f**king mauling the living s**t out of it. By using this device he'll be training his lifting muscles and grapple techniques, ideal for defending himself against any stupid enough to go up against his devastating martial art skills (He's also going to train in aikido till he's hench like a motherf**ker). Finally, we have the rolling-ball-of-jingling. This rather spherical object is also equipped with the same bell as the dumbells-of-wrath except instead of training his aikido technique, this actually teaches my dog how to f**king deflect live f**king grenades. How many cats can deflect motherf**king grenades? None, because cats are little b**ches. The fortress itself is crafted from an ancient fortified suitcase, this master-crafted domicile is forged from the finest alloys know to carpentry (whut?) and is designed to shield Oscar from harm during his downtime, private meditation and training sessions, not that he needs it because he's a boss. It also folds close for relocation, essential for a master assassin who is also on the lookout for whatever s**t is next on his list of things to f**k up today.

Fear not, that's not me in my avatar, it's just a ridiculously badass picture of some Royal Marines looking ridiculously badass I like to see AF-UK is mostly dog-people. Tariq, however, is just wrong.

As some of you know, I have recently come into ownership of a small dog. This dog is a highly trained killing machine and will protect me against any and all dangers with his claws of steel, teeth of more-steel and stare of deadly badassness. He is fully equipped with cunning and deceptive tactics designed to lull my enemies into a false sense of security before swiftly and mercilessly dispatching them. He is also working on a rather lovely white and tan colour scheme which I believe will result in him looking a bit like DDPM, making him even more adept in arid/desert environments, which is fortunate because I live in Essex, known for it's long dry summers and expansive arid deserts. He is Oscar, the bringer of death. This is his recruitment mug-shot, notice the stare. You see that stare, you know this dog means business, you know that he could f**k your s**t up HARD: Next up, an action shot, notice how Oscar blends in perfectly with his brothers and sisters, invisible to the untrained eye: And finally, another shot of Oscar in action, I warn you all, this photograph is brutally graphic. Look in in awe as you witness my attack-dog savaging my girlfriend to death with cold and calculating cruelty: Seriously though guys.

Constantly playing games and having people ask me why I'm not shooting the enemy they've spotted when they've rolled right up to the enemy tank for a point blank show down. As a result have started ripping apart my own team mates as well as the enemy.

So far, in World of Tanks, I have found NOBODY who knows how to support an SPG player in any capacity.

Got back from holiday and got massive cravings to reboot my PC gaming (or my excuse for PC gaming) and decided to test-run a couple of MMOs. Picked this one up last night and so far pretty impressed. The tech-tree is nice and the free-to-play is really good, seems I won't need to chuck a penny at it which is sweet. Gameplay wise, little disappointed. I suck hairy sweaty donkey balls, literally my first game I rolled straight up a street and got slaughtered. I'm improving though, still annoyed that the only tank with which I succeed is French and I'm not even trying to surrender...