#Nail gun

[87okami87]

“After all, I am you, but stronger”

At long last, V2 is finally here!

“THIS ONE WILL COST YOU AN ARM AND A LEG BROTHER!”-V2-incorrect summary of ultrakill pt2.

Btw the whiplash actually does fire a projectile I just need to find some string for it.

[awkwardmark]

commission

[metalgrateeater]

can you draw barney calhoun farting and pooping and rubbing his big belly while groaning and also lactating hes pregnant too please bentley buddy

i will canceled... :-(

[fatmagic]

[explicette]

[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2022 | No. 12: WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

“mayday, mayday!” | cave in | rusty nail

Walker (2021) s01e06: “You’re lucky you didn’t hit bone or anything structural.”

[em-writes-stuff]

coffin + nail gun

day 12 of two weeks of whump @promptsforyourwhumpfic

whumper and whumpee

warnings: being buried alive, implied long-term captivity

628 words

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Whumper grins over Whumpee, her bared teeth shining in her mouth. “It’s time.” 

Whumpee jolts awake, the collar around his neck pulling him back down. He coughs and pulls the collar away from his neck as much as he can. Staring up at Whumper, he asks, “What?”

She rolls her eyes and unhooks the rope from its anchor point on the wall, “It’s time, silly.”

“Yeah, no, I heard that bit. Time for what?” 

“You to leave.” she smiles widely and drags him behind her. 

Whumpee’s heart sinks in his chest. He follows her through the house, eyes locked on the rope in her hand. She leads them to the basement and down the stairs. 

Whumpee’s never been in the basement, and he’d hoped he never would be. The walls were still unfinished, shoddy concrete covered half the ground and the other half was still dirt. There’s a large hole in the ground, with the dirt from it next to the opening. Whumpee peers over the edge of it and he feels like his heart stopped. At the very bottom of the hole, there’s a wooden coffin, the lid is open and inviting, the interior furnished with what looks like silk. 

“Hop in,” Whumper says. 

He turns to her, eyes wide with terror, “What?” 

“I’m tired of repeating myself with you. Get in.” She repeats, more forcefully this time. 

“No,” He whispers, backing away from her. She tightens her hold on the rope and yanks him closer to her and the hole. “No, I-I won’t.” 

With one final tug, Whumper gets him close enough to shove him into the hole. With a loud thud, Whumpee’s back hits the floor of the coffin and Whumper lays on the ground, reaches into the hole, and pushes the lid shut. 

Whumpee sits in the dark, straining to hear anything from above the hole. Whumper thuds on top of the coffin, her feet landing loudly on the lid of the coffin. 

“Whumper?” He manages. “What are you doing?” 

She doesn’t answer, and a second later there’s a loud CHUNK noise. The coffin lid reverberates and Whumpee curls into himself. The noise comes again and Whumpee whimpers.

“Whumper?” he almost shouts. “What are you doing?” 

The noise comes again, and again, and again before Whumpee realizes what she’s doing. She’s nailing the lid shut. 

“Whumper! Please don’t do this!” Whumpee begs, desperation seeping into his voice. “Please, don’t do this! I’ll be better for you! I promise! You don’t-you don’t have to do this!” 

Whumper rolls her eyes and hoists herself out of the hole, tossing the nail gun to the side. She stares down into the grave and nods, satisfied. Whumpee cries for her from inside, his voice like a hammer against her skull. 

She grabs the shovel she used to dig the grave and uses it to push the dirt pile back to where it came. When the first bit falls into the grave, Whumpee yelps out. She can almost see him panicking, his eyes wide and his chest rising quicker and quicker until it seems like he’s not breathing at all. 

Another bit of dirt falls into the grave and it almost drowns out Whumpee’s voice. One more and she might not be able to hear him at all. 

The pile is now just won’t fit back into the grave and Whumper levels it out as best she can. About half way through, Whumpee started pounding against the lid, but Whumper can’t hear him anymore. She closes her eyes, stretches, and sets the shovel on the ground. 

Yawning, Whumper walks back up the stairs and falls into bed with a satisfied smile on her face. For the first time in months, she can’t hear Whumpee’s cries from across the room.

[doom-nerdo-666]

I used to think it's weird that QC has both an assault rifle weapon and the Nail Gun as part of the main arsenal.

One reason is probably because of how it might be the first time these 2 coexisting happens, when Quake 1 had nail based weapons instead of bullets and other games sort of replace them with bullet based guns.

And Q3 Team Arena had a Nail Gun which was more of a shotgun type weapon.

But a second reason has to do with how Doom introduced the Plasma Rifle and Chaingun: Both are "repeated shots" based guns.

One is hitscan and the other is projectile based and that probably plays into their states like damage, firing rate, projectile speed, accuracy, radius, etc.

But in multiplayer, the Plasma shooting projectiles you can see means your opponents try to be more carefull with avoiding projectiles they can see (As opposed to hitscan in which avoiding bullets isn't as easy).

QC makes it so the nails look like red shapes but skins like the Disruptor (Q3 Plasma Rifle) make these shots more clear.

Making me wonder why that isn't rather a default weapon when there's a more clear difference.

Of course, they worked to make nail and bullet based guns distinct in this game.

But it still seemed weird.

[timetohurt]

Looks like you´re screwed

let’s talk about nails

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i’ve read this piece from @painsandconfusion and my evil walnut sized brain was like: idea

cw: nails, screws, needles inside body, broken ribs, broken kneecaps, blood, nail gun, begging, impalement, mild gore

• whumper taking a hammer and hammering nails (or needles) into whumpees thighs, or taking one nail and hammering it into whumpees ribs, taking it out after each rib, breaking them one by one, whumpee can’t take one breath without their whole chest hurting, the blood running over their torso (and maybe into their lungs if they take a long nail, coughing up blood?), the screams with every nail

• alternatively hammering nails into whumpees kneecaps or just smashing them without nails

• alternatively whumper taking a screwdriver and driving screws into whumpees thighs, each more painful than the last

• nail guns, shoots nails inside body parts, easy concept, much hurt, less work, also no blood because the nails are stuck very tightly into the skin, but after pulling them out, the blood would be oozing out of the wounds

• hammering nails through their hands, to pin them to the wall or to the floor

• restrained whumpee begging whumper to please take the nails out, whumper leaving them in, with every move whumpee feels the nails painfully shift

• whumper doing acupuncture with a hammer and needles, relishing in whumpees pain saying “i’ve seen people doing it in movies. are you relaxed yet, whumpee?”

• maybe infection if unclean, rusty nails are used

please add more if you have more ideas in mind, anyhoo, nails = good, i always like to see it.

@whumblr you might be into this

[sspacegodd]

Stan Grottle was our next-door neighbor when I was a kid, who accidentally killed our goat with a nail gun and loved to brag about having only one testicle. When he was 60 years young and 300 pounds thin, he suffered an aneurysm on Easter and drove his golf cart into the fish hatchery.

[dramaticartisan]

You wanna know what's actually scary about artists both in the fine and practical arts?

That you technically can get an unlicensed weapon as a tool and it'd be legal to own it without further context needed

This is specifically about stapler and nail guns btw

[thegodofhellfire]

[anemoji]

[fatmagic]

[osuskirmisher]

Future look of the protagonist from my sci-fi alien and telekinetic warfare project aka the Odyssey Series. So I guess this is a future spoiler? She’s a designated guardian over an executive in the series with a curious ancestry and unique Power for a human to manifest