#real gun sounds

[gunsoundsimulator]

Real gun sounds, sound game with 100+ weapon sounds of gunshot with simulation.

Are you ready for an action-packed gun-shooting game? Explore a wide collection of realistic and fake guns, listen to gun shooting sounds as well as other powerful weapons sounds to serve your passion for warfare and powerful weapons. Enjoy the real life gunshot sounds and motions of your guns. Pick up your favorite gun and shoot your target now!

Gun shooting simulator game lets you shoot a wide range of guns such as shotguns, handguns, assault rifles, AK 47, RPG, SMGs, Snipers, and more to have thrilling fun with your friends. Its freaking sound and simulation make it look real.

This gun simulator game is a harmless and safe way to experience real gun shooting. In order to give you real-life experience in gun shooting we design this shotgun sounds: gun simulator game in a way that perfectly fits your mobile so you can hold it like a real gun. Also, when you press the trigger and fire the gun the real sounds and muzzle flash will come out of your device therefore you get a feeling of it perfectly like an actual gun.

Features:

- Real and natural gun sounds game - A wide range of weapons to play with - While firing guns, the phone vibrates and flashes turn on for making your experience more realistic - All gun sound effects are available to prank your friends - Shack the mobile to blast the granade - Four modes for shooting guns: Single shot, burst mode, auto, & shake mode - War-like UI/UX to give a natural touch to guns when you hold the device - History of guns to know more about them - A lot of guns to play with - Auto reload and unlimited ammo - Safe and won't hurt anyone

How to Play?

The gun sounds gun app simulator game is very easy to play. we designed the game in such a way that anyone, kids, teen, young, and old people can easily play with it.

All you need to do is follow below steps:

1. Download the Gun Simulator: Real Gun Sounds game into your mobile 2. Choose your weapons: Guns, Assault Rifles, or Granade 3. Now load your weapon & press the trigger 4. When you press the trigger you notice vibration and flash with the gun should

It is that easy!!!

What to Play with Gun Sounds Simulator Game?

You can play pranks and many games with your friends by using a gun sounds simulator game.

→ Prank your friends and scare them with real gun sounds. Its thrilling shotgun sounds will freak them out → Play a real war game with your friends. Load your guns and fire on them → Best for gun training and learning to improve your aiming skills and be a shooting master → Real gun sound effects to frighten your family members → Also really works on pets, Making them angry or panic by sounds of gun weapon simulator

Which weapons you will get in this Real Gun Sounds Simulator?

~ AK 47 ~ M1-J ~ Bang Flag ~ SVD ~ A1-L96 A1 ~ M84-Granade ~ Granade-F-1 ~ Bomb ~ Browning-M2HB ~ Bazooka ~ Groza ~ Coachcan ~ F 2000 ~ Skorpion ~ Colt-Python ~ Eacle-MI ~ FN-M249 ~ Flame Thrower ~ M 32 ~ Laser ~ Handgun ~ Pistol ~ ShotGun ~ Molten Beast

Show your Gun-Fu skills to everyone and fire the guns like a pro. Download the gun sounds - weapon simulator game on your smartphone.

We would love to hear about your experience! Kindly send your feedback via reviews or mail to help us to improve the game. Please, let us know which gun or weapon you want to fire in the game. Don't forget to rate us.

[infizero]

if "sonic x shadow generations" is actually real i will laugh my fucking ass off

[compacflt]

Rumors from Pearl Harbor.

When Admiral Kazansky first comes to Pearl, he brings with him about half of his previous staff, all exceptionally-hardworking people hand-picked over years—advisors, flag aides, secretaries, ranks all over the board. But his new hires, upon getting acquainted with the old guard, are shocked to discover that his previous staff still hardly knows him at all.

“He keeps to himself, mostly,” Lieutenant Commander Hartford explains over a pint. “I made the mistake of asking him once what he did for fun. You know, like, hobbies and stuff. He blinked at me for a second, and then said, ‘I read.’ That’s it! I read! My advice to you newcomers would be, don’t ask him questions about his personal life, because it tends to be pretty boring.”

“It sounds to me like he’s a walking, talking Wikipedia page,” says Captain Calvert, who worked for the previous two Pacific Fleet Commanders and thinks she knows how to deal with them by now. “We owe it to ourselves to figure him out. It’ll make our lives easier, anyway. So, let’s put our heads together: what do we know about him?”

What they know are his habits, which they’ll come to learn intimately over the next few years, and which are admittedly pretty boring. Admiral Kazansky is one of the first to show up to work in the morning and one of the last to leave in the evening. He often answers e-mails past 2300 hours, but never later than midnight. Jokes never catch him off-guard; he rarely smiles, and when he does, it has an ulterior motive. When he’s not working, he’s scheming and making plans to go back home to San Diego, and his requests for leave are always granted, because he works like a pack mule from home anyway. He signs off every e-mail with “Sincerely,”…

“Is he sincere, though?” asks Chief Warrant Officer Kent halfway through Admiral Kazansky’s first year. (Admiral Kazansky is surely unaware that his staff now spends the second Friday of every month chit-chatting about him over drinks in downtown Honolulu.) “I can’t ever tell. And he lives in Hawaii. San Diego’s nice, I know, but what’s so different about the beaches there that he can’t get here?”

“I genuinely don’t think he’s human,” confesses Commander Stoddard. “People warned me about that when I came here, and I laughed it off, but… he keeps his desk biologically sterile. Not one fingerprint, but I’ve never seen anyone wipe it down. I’ve looked through his drawers. Don’t judge me, I got curious. Everything squared away, like he’s goddamn Einstein or something. Have any of you ever seen him in his civvies?” No one has. “God damn it, where does he shop for groceries? No one’s seen him at a grocery store? Does he even own a pair of jeans? Does he wear his uniform to bed, too?”

“He probably goes grocery shopping on the whole other side of the island to avoid all the enlisted kids,” laughs Captain Calvert. “Come to think of it…you know how he always eats lunch in the office? It’s always a salad. And always the same kind of salad. This guy survives on one cup of coffee and one spinach salad a day. Maybe he really isn’t human.”

They build out their wealth of knowledge and come to learn that Admiral Kazansky is defined by his extremes, by what he always does and what he never does. Admiral Kazansky gets his uniforms dry-cleaned every week, though he never spills anything on them. No one has ever seen Admiral Kazansky stumble over his words while giving a speech, or trip over a sidewalk curb, or push a “pull” door. He is always polite and never friendly. Sometimes he is cold, and sometimes he is cruel in his patience with you when you’ve fucked up, like a cat toying with a hemorrhaging mouse. But he never raises his voice. He is always immaculately put-together, well-groomed, constructed every day like a product on an assembly line. Nothing is ever out of place. Allegedly his umbrella once turned inside-out during a rainstorm; he disdainfully shook it once, as a hunter might pump a loaded shotgun, and it flipped itself right-side-in again. The laws of physics do not seem to apply to him. Nor do the natural embarrassments that come with being human. Admiral Kazansky is never flustered, never harried, and never falls apart.

“I found this old picture of him shaking hands with another pilot on the Internet,” says Chief Warrant Officer Kent in Admiral Kazansky’s second year. “Smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Never seen him smile like that in all my years working with him. And he had frosted tips, too. Like Guy Fieri on a diet and steroids. It was the eighties, sure, but it’s like he knew how to have fun, once upon a time. Wonder what happened to him.”

“I feel lonely for him sometimes,” says Commander Stoddard. “Strict guy like that, no family, no friends, no wife, nothing to live for but the Navy? He’s like a workhorse with blinders on. Nowhere to go but forward. That’s a lonely existence.”

“Not if you’re a robot,” says Lieutenant Commander Hartford. “I swear, sometimes he breathes and it makes me jump, ‘cause I forgot he was alive!” —What else doesn’t Admiral Kazansky do?

That’s when they realize that none of them, not the old guard nor the new, has ever, not once, ever seen or heard Admiral Kazansky sneeze.

And they all finally give up the game and quit arguing and agree that, no, he really isn’t human after all. He must be some cyborg from the future sent to whip the Pacific Fleet into shape, and you can’t ask for too much humanity from someone who’s doing a pretty damn good job of it.

The rumors start soon after that. Jokes that could get them all tossed out of the Navy, but probably won’t. Jokes that accidentally spread like wildfire.

Yes, Admiral Kazansky could be a cyborg, but he also could be a Mormon fundamentalist, or a Scientologist, or a really weird Catholic. Maybe he goes home to San Diego so often because in his spare time he’s really a mule ferrying cocaine across the Mexi-Cali border. That’s what he does for fun. He eats spinach salads because he’s a reincarnation of Popeye the Sailor Man, and he needs all the super-strength he can get to deal with the Navy’s modern-day bullshit.

“I don’t know if that story makes sense,” laughs Captain Calvert on the phone with her husband in Washington, “but it makes more sense than the real Admiral Kazansky does!”

So the rumors get spread around.

“I don’t know if you know this,” Maverick comments, watching Ice make their bed from the relative comfort of the bedroom doorway, “or if I should tell you this, because you might crack down on it, which would be a shame, ‘cause it’s funny. But every time you send a mass e-mail to the Pacific Fleet commissioned officer corps, you become the main topic of conversation between all of us officers for a solid day and a half.”

“Oh?” says Ice with a smile, struggling to fit the last corner of the fitted sheet to the mattress. He sighs, tugs on the strings of his old ratty-ass hooded sweatshirt, and looks at Maverick balefully through his glasses. “Help me out over here, would you? —What are people saying? All good things, I hope.”

“Not really,” Maverick says, stuffing a pillow into a pillowcase as he stares out the window into the San Diego sunshine. “Some pretty crazy shit, actually. Hard as hell for me to keep a straight face. I heard this one—you know, people are saying you eat nothing but salads?”

“Oh,” laughs Ice, hospital-cornering the free sheet. “Yeah, that one’s kind of true. I bring salads in to the office sometimes.”

“You hate salads.”

“I know, it’s torture! Move over.” He bumps Maverick out of the way to tuck in the last corner. “But, I figure, if a man torments himself with spinach-and-arugula salads three times a week, you ought to respect his commitment. It’s all an act. You get to a certain Defense Department paygrade, it all starts being storytelling and stagecraft.”

“Or trickery and deception, depending on how you look at it.”

“Sure. But you could say that about everything. —Besides, I’d rather the Navy discuss my salads than discuss… well, this.” He gestures to Maverick, then down to the bed. They start tugging the comforter over it together. “How much slack you got over there?”

“‘Bout a foot.”

Ice pulls his side down a couple more inches to match, then flips the top up. “Is that it? That’s all people are saying about me?”

Maverick grins and bends down to pick up a pillow. “They’re also saying that you’re the reincarnation of Popeye the Sailor Man. I yam what I yam and that’s all what I yam, and all that. Think fast.”

Ice doesn’t think fast, and the pillow hits him square in the face, and he laughs again as he catches it in his arms. “Shit, that’s good,” he says; “I was just about to call Slider, think I’ll tell him that one. That’ll make him laugh. Popeye Iceman.” He tosses the pillow onto the made-up bed and pulls out his cell phone, but—then he frowns, grimaces, mutters “Ah, no,” and turns away to sneeze.

[nightseeye]

Hey so apparently trump got shot, but they fuckin missed

Wait wait i forgot the breaking news meme:

[miami2k17]

the rumors that theyre going to be separated except while on stage making me lowk nervous ngl they need to say sth NOW

[sammypog]

mama’s gun by glass animals is actually mind blowing btw. in the summer silence i was getting violent, in the summer silence i was doing nothing. was that your voice or was that me??? lay with me my dear in the evening fear!! i’ll be dreaming in my paper pale skin… btw. just so you know. i am deeply haunted by this song

[itsagrimm]

Something tells me that König did not have a usual childhood not just because of anxiety.

He entered military service with 17, which requires parental permission. Many kids in the german speaking countries still go to school when 17. König's parents being okay with their kid not pursuing education, which is highly socially expected of young people in all german-speaking countries, but instead actively allowing him to join the army, is extremely unusual.

Also, the military does not have the same social standing in Austria or Germany as let's say in the USA. It is not a very common thing people do here - especially minors.

Like, did his parents want him gone? Or did they actually felt like that was the best choice for their son because of circumstances unknown to us? Or did 17-year-old-König convince his parents AND the enlist officer to allow him to join the army somehow, giving an anxiety plagued teen a gun? And what kind of environment would allow that?

[faggotry-enjoyer]

bruh i had no idea ur a gentile i thought ur in the tribe ur a 10/10 ally

thank you! i'm doing my best, good to know i've got the right idea.

[just-spacetrash]

😚

[acatpiestuff]

Quick screenshot study of THAT scene with Andrey and Goncharov... he really did keep his promise to have that drink together after everything was over...

[saetoshis]

MOSHI SKSXWKWDKWKWKW WE ARE OF THE SAME MINDDDD 👁️👁️ i was just gonna post about uzui in the latest ep bc i just finished it too and then i open tumblr to see you’ve done the same 😂😂😂 and then with windbreaker !! i am getting lost in the hole of my new fav delinquents 🥹🥹🥹 literally losing my marbles over togame ( and umemiya too >\\\< ) i had hearts in my pupils !

SOSA FR LMFOAKALALA I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER UZUI THIS EPS SAME W TOGAME N UMEMIYA😭😭 togames lore made him 15x hotter no fuckin lie AND seeing umemiya fight for a brief this week made my whole **** yelp out fr 😻🤞🏼LFMAOAKAKAL

[akascow]

yo im stupid i just realized the ‘gal’ in .96 and .52 gal means gallon bc its literally a water jug

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: August 2

“Weapon" by Grant

[bmpmp3]

the really beautiful landscape/skyscape animation in makoto shinkai's works tends to be the big thing i see focused on and that is understandable and deserved like the weather and lighting effects are unREAL but i do think we should also appreciate how absolute insane the plotlines of his original movies get. at least two movies with in universe catastrophes with major ecological implications. the guns and explosions. theres that one movie i havent seen yet with the guy who turns into a chair (?)

[gigglegoobers]

So, dudes, the time has come! The audience craves to know more about Bob, Manuel and Eduardo. What's their age difference and how do they usually interact with each other in general and in some specific circumstances, like at work or in front of a pretty girl? >:3

EVERYBODY SHOUT YOUR LOVE FOR RUDNI AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS 3 2 1 GO GO GOOO!!!!!!!! WE LOOVE YOUUU RUUUDDNIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYAYAYAYAYYAYAA!!!!!!

okay, we're normal now 🤏🤓 las tres balas are each 4 years apart! manuel is the youngest, 19 years of age. bob was born the middle child, sitting at a good 23 years of age. and of course, eduardo is the eldest; 27 years old!

bro we're gonna be honest, we don't even know where to begin with describing their interactions BAHAHAHHZHHAHAAA it'd be a whole thesis essay's worth for a teeny tiny tumblr post 😭😭 we plan on making some posts with further exploration of their dynamics in the future, so for this one, we'll just discuss the simplest one of the bunch: how they act in front of a pretty lady!

but before that! we offer you the following ancient ash B.C. times shitpost that may reveal a bit abt them,,,,mmMmMmMAYBE?? yaur 🙈 ...naurrr.

CW// mentions of drogas 😈these kitties r high asf idk what to tell u. ANYWAYZ,,, OPEN WIDE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (how they interact in front a purty lady under the cut!!)

OMMGG HIIIIIIIIII 🤗🤗🤗

AHEM. ur gonna wanna sit down 4 this one chief.

bob: pre-maria, bob was quite the flirt! thats not to say he was successful in scoring dates, though. if anything, it'd be so obvious that he's trying so ridiculously hard to rizz a girl up that he'd be rejected on the spot every single time. (his go-to was the lightskin stare. he may have gotten slapped for it one too many times). stuff like that, however, never got him down. he's a bit of an optimist and keeps flirting with one lady after the next. eduardo has warned his brothers not to get to personally attached to a lady love, and at the start, bob has no qualms following that rule. he's just a guy wanting to have some fun. he's not insensitive, however. he's well mannered and wouldnt ever dare to overstep a woman's boundaries. unfortunately, he's still remains a fuckass goof, which in turn makes the women he converses with think he's being a pervert. his brothers like to tease him about his failed attempts every chance they get. bob talks big about having game, but rly all he's got are losses. sometimes, they'll even take bets! manuel would suggest that maybe bob will get lucky "this time around." eduardo, on the other hand, would merely mention how bob should just cut his losses. post-maria, bob is less pretentious and egotistical in regards to interacting with a pretty lady, or actually ANY lady in general. his love for maria runs deep, so there's no way he'd flirt with anyone that's not her. instead, he's polite! a total sweetheart just minding his own business. he's been a sweetheart all this time and maria's helped open that part of him even further. of course, in involving himself with someone that personally, he's disobeyed eduardo's rule. eduardo disapproves of his brother's romance with maria. strongly so! there comes a point where he slightly threatens bob to let go of his relationship, but it's not like bob would actually listen. it's useless talking sense to him when it comes to this, so all eduardo can really do is just constantly keep warning bob on how this is not good for either of the love birds. he outwardly makes his disapproval clear. always. manuel, on the other hand, doesn't seem to pay much mind to bob's relationship predicament and seems pretty supportive. he figures bob deserves a little good in his life, and if he's found someone to love, well, how can he refuse his own brother's happiness? (after all, maybe falling in love with maria might even change bob for the better...)

manuel: the most indifferent of the bunch. he's too busy chasing after his own highs to even think about women. it wouldn't ever occur to him to pursue a woman, he's just not cut out for that kind of stuff. he can recognize an attractive woman, but he'd much prefer to just chill and have a good time hanging with them. lamentably, first impressions with him go terribly wrong, so that kind of stuff would never really happen. people keep thinking he's just some crazy that has zero grip on reality! if anything, he ends up scaring the poor lady off. his brothers don't really tease him much about it, maybe a bit on the fact that he's never woo'd anyone, but they wouldn't linger too much on the subject. manuel often finds himself playing along with their teasing, opting to say that there's still time for him and joking that nobody could handle him as he ever so proudly gestures to himself. at the end of the day though, the brothers are very well aware that they are to remain single and eduardo bears a strong faith in manuel in that regard.

eduardo: oh, he's a complete MESS. growing up, he's taken on the role of looking after his brothers p seriously. he claims he's got no time for women, that they should all stay focused on what's what, and that he actually couldn't care less about a lady at all. but nah, don't fall for all that bull (with the exception of the "being focused" part), he's a wreck. he's just terrible with women! all women. he clams up, gets flustered as all hell, freezes on the spot, and then he books it with a beating hyperactive heart. him? alone with a woman? TALKING? no way! not him!! bob and manuel love putting him on the spot, and they love it even more when they see their dear grumpy older brother dash towards the nearest alleyway as soon as the lady opens her mouth to speak. he loves to joke about bob's poor game with the ladies, but when his own brothers turn the tables on him? he's such a sour puss and puts up an act. unfortunately for him, his brothers see right through it. when he's on the job and the situation requires him to interact with a woman, he's dead set on pulling through and hides it pretty well. his heart is beating a million times a minute, but duty calls and he's fixed on pulling through. this does not spare him from the teasing after the job is done though 😭

[banjolandsblog]

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