Delusionist
Seeker of Truth
- Location
- Land of the Fruits and Nuts
Interesting. So, all you need is to register with the ATF, and you're good to go? Cool.Exeon130 said:
The Multiverse is a Big Place(SI)
- Thread starter Hiver
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Delusionist
Seeker of Truth
- Location
- Land of the Fruits and Nuts
I went through a federal background check myself for my handgun, and I can tell you straight up that it's not terribly difficult to go through. All you really need is a clean history, put your fingerprints on file, and let them run you through their system to see if you're on something like a terrorist watchlist.Exeon130 said:
That and a bastard murdering 16 children and their teacher not to far down the road from me.Exeon130 said:
Since I haven't looked it up recently I might be wrong on the current situation but the only pistols legal are ones of 'Historic interest', air pistols, limited capacity weapons for hunters and pistols for the personal protection of public figures deemed 'At Risk'. Rifles and pistols big enough to be classed under British law as 'long arms' are legal with a permit.
Vulpine Fury
in socks
"Mister Winters on the charge of desecrating corpses, how do you plead...."
Forgothrax
Not Going Gently
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Cali law, unfortunately, bans sawed-offs period even if you have a NFA stamp.
S J C
GDI Commander
- Location
- Scotland, Undisclosed GDI Command Center
Hell In York, excluding Sundays, it is perfectly legal to shoot a Scotsman with a bow and arrow. And it is illegal to be drunk on Licensed Premises (in a pub or bar). As well as
Any person found breaking a boiled egg at the sharp end will be sentenced to 24 hours in the village stocks
It is illegal to stand within one hundred yards of the reigning monarch when not wearing socks
Chelsea Pensioners may not be impersonated.
It is illegal for a Member of Parliament to enter the House of Commons wearing a full suit of armour
Placing a postage stamp that bears the Queen (or King) upside down is considered treason.
In Liverpool, it is illegal for a woman to be topless in public except as a clerk in a tropical fish store.
In London, companies may vote in local elections.
Any person found breaking a boiled egg at the sharp end will be sentenced to 24 hours in the village stocks
It is illegal to stand within one hundred yards of the reigning monarch when not wearing socks
Chelsea Pensioners may not be impersonated.
It is illegal for a Member of Parliament to enter the House of Commons wearing a full suit of armour
Placing a postage stamp that bears the Queen (or King) upside down is considered treason.
In Liverpool, it is illegal for a woman to be topless in public except as a clerk in a tropical fish store.
In London, companies may vote in local elections.
confusopoly
Metaphor Overextended. Ow.
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- he/his
Or look at other old British laws: I know it was a horribly oppressive thing but when reading "the heinous crime of buggery" in a paragraph I can't resist laughing.
confusopoly
Metaphor Overextended. Ow.
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- he/his
Their entries for Germany are a bit meh. There's a reason why it's illegal to run out of gas on the Autobahn. 
- Location
- Oblivion
You know most of those I can make sense of if I twist logic into a knot. But this one, this one stumps me.S J C said:
- Location
- Mirrodin Mk.2
something tells me that there is a very interesting story around this oneS J C said:
S J C
GDI Commander
- Location
- Scotland, Undisclosed GDI Command Center
Tropical fish splash water on there tops they can remove them to dry hence being allowed to go topless maybe.Vaermina said:
The law dates from the renegotiation of royal/political power on the accession of Charles II, designed to stop the MPs storming the house if it makes a decision they disapprove of. The Monarch is not allowed to enter the House of Commons (the legislative house) for similar reasonswindlich said:
To all descriptions I've seen of what the Autobahn is actually like, it shouldn't be any more dangerous than running out of gas on an Interstate in the US, or a Motorway in the UK, or any of a dozen other analogous types of highways around the world, so what is that reason?confusopoly said:Their entries for Germany are a bit meh. There's a reason why it's illegal to run out of gas on the Autobahn.
confusopoly
Metaphor Overextended. Ow.
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- he/his
The reason is that every single on- and offramp has at least one, often multiple gas stations less than a kilometer from it, not even mentioning the stops. So if someone manages to run out of gas on the Autobahn, which does raise the chance of an accident significantly, they were being very irresponsible in the face of lots of options to quickly fix the problem. That carries a fine.Random832 said:
ETA:
More precisely stopping defined as stopping your car without a valid reason on the Autobahn is illegal. Traffic jams and technical problems are valid reasons, running out of gas isn't because it's so easy to prevent.
Also what Brellin said.
- Location
- Near Freiburg in South-West Germany
One of the advantages* of the Autobahn is that the traffic never stops. If somebody runs out of gas, traffic is impeded. And while there is an emergency lane, it is for real emergencies, police, medics and so on. If there is some dumbass who couldn't check the fuel gauge, emergency services have to clear a path through the road, which takes time. In short: Because is is bloody annoying for everyone else.Random832 said:
*in theory, anyway.
- Location
- Somewhere
I'm pretty sure modifying a shotgun in that manner is illegal. And I'm definitely sure that suppressors are illegal.Tazered said:
Forgothrax
Not Going Gently
- Pronouns
- He/Him
A Suppressor? You can make one out of an oil filter fairly easily.
18
I leaned against a pillar in the airport, feeling a bit naked as I held up a sign with 'Zabuto and Young' written on it. Being in an airport, even a small one pre-2001 in a different world, security is higher than I'm comfortable with, meaning I needed to leave my weapons behind.
I sighed as people started to file out of the gate and it didn't take long before an older gentleman with grey hair, tanned skin and a goatee walked up to me along with Kendra.
He gave me a nod "Mr. Winter, I presume?" he said, barely having an accent of any type, before continuing when I nodded "I am Sam Zabuto. I believe you have met my charge, Miss Young?" he asked.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Zabuto," I answered, shaking his hand before offering the same to the girl "Hello again, Kendra."
"Hello Sir," she said as we shook hands. "I heard you joined the Watchers, Sir?" she asked and I shook my head.
"No Sir, never got Knighted. And no actually, I just work for them. While the danger is higher and the pay worse, I do admit the work satisfaction of killing the things that go bump in the night is quite a bit higher than serving them baked onions."
"Indeed," Zabuto commented "I believe you have transportation?" he asked and I shrugged.
"Nothing that fancy. It's a Volvo," I said with a small grin before leading them outside after we stopped to collect their luggage.
We loaded into the car and started the hour long drive to Sunnyhell and I glanced at Kendra in the rear view mirror "I talked to Giles last night. Latest update is that the Mayor of the town is the most likely candidate for the position of Bad Guy. Not much specific other than he apparently having lived more than a hundred years without visibly aging. That's some powerful mojo right there..."
"That does match the information we have been provided with as well. I greatly doubt it is mojo however, Mr. Winter. That branch of magic does not match up with the profile of life extending rituals," Zabuto said and I shook my head. He is definitively a genuine Watcher, he surely had the surgically removed humor.
"Well, either way," I continued "We still don't know what exactly he's planning, if it is indeed him, and then when and how to stop him. If he is indeed a magic user and not a demon...he is going to be capable of some serious spellslinging after that much experience."
Zabuto nodded. "A magic user with a century of experience or more would indeed be a formidable opponent, but nothing a Slayer should have any major problems with, let alone two."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that. My own magical abilities are not that good, but I could think of hundreds of ways to take out a Slayer before they could get near me. Underestimating somebody that old could very easily get people killed," I argued in return before I glanced into the rearview mirror at the blue and red flashing light of a cop car.
Zabuto frowned "Local law enforcement?"
I nodded. "Yes...get ready, but don't act unless I give a signal. While they might be sent out by the mayor, they might have some kind of legitimate issue. Let's not try to fight the law unless we have to," I said as I moved to pull over at the side of the road.
I rolled down the window as the police officer walked up "License and registration, please," he asked and I nodded, handing it over.
"Of course Officer Davidson," I answered, reading his nametag. "May I ask what the problem is?"
He flipped through my papers. "Mr. Dwight Whimpleton?" he asked while comparing my face against the photo and I nodded so he continued "You have a busted taillight, did you know that?" he asked and I shook my head.
"Actually...no. I have been on a country wide road trip for vacation and was on my way home. I apologize, I didn't notice it. I'll get it fixed right away," I answered while imagining choking Giles for that name.
He nodded "I really should give you a ticket, but my shift end in five minutes and it's Friday. Have a nice day," the officer said and handed my papers back "Just get it fixed soon."
"Yes sir, Thank you officer," I answered and rolled my window up, sighing as I drove off "I need a better ride."
Zabuto slowly shook his head. "That could have been much more difficult," he said while putting his dagger which he had kept out of the officer's sight, back into its hidden sheath as I frowned.
"Yes. But I am not sure I like how willing you where to kill a police officer..." I said and Zabuto shook his head.
"If it is to protect my slayer, I would...but not without serious provocation. I would not have struck first," he answered and I grimaced before I nodded.
"Well, guess I can't blame you too badly for that." before I glanced at Kendra in the mirror. I really couldn't blame him for that. If I had a student, I would likely kill to keep them safe as well.
We soon crossed into Sunnydale and I slowed the car down "I believe the gang should be in the library by now." I glanced at the setting sun "Do you want to find a place to stay first or go over the forces available first?"
Zabuto thought for a second before nodding "I believe meeting with the rest of the local fighters first is the best thing to do first."
"Very well," I commented and turned the corner, driving towards the local high school.
AN// Big thanks to Morgomir for betaing this part.
I sighed as people started to file out of the gate and it didn't take long before an older gentleman with grey hair, tanned skin and a goatee walked up to me along with Kendra.
He gave me a nod "Mr. Winter, I presume?" he said, barely having an accent of any type, before continuing when I nodded "I am Sam Zabuto. I believe you have met my charge, Miss Young?" he asked.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Zabuto," I answered, shaking his hand before offering the same to the girl "Hello again, Kendra."
"Hello Sir," she said as we shook hands. "I heard you joined the Watchers, Sir?" she asked and I shook my head.
"No Sir, never got Knighted. And no actually, I just work for them. While the danger is higher and the pay worse, I do admit the work satisfaction of killing the things that go bump in the night is quite a bit higher than serving them baked onions."
"Indeed," Zabuto commented "I believe you have transportation?" he asked and I shrugged.
"Nothing that fancy. It's a Volvo," I said with a small grin before leading them outside after we stopped to collect their luggage.
We loaded into the car and started the hour long drive to Sunnyhell and I glanced at Kendra in the rear view mirror "I talked to Giles last night. Latest update is that the Mayor of the town is the most likely candidate for the position of Bad Guy. Not much specific other than he apparently having lived more than a hundred years without visibly aging. That's some powerful mojo right there..."
"That does match the information we have been provided with as well. I greatly doubt it is mojo however, Mr. Winter. That branch of magic does not match up with the profile of life extending rituals," Zabuto said and I shook my head. He is definitively a genuine Watcher, he surely had the surgically removed humor.
"Well, either way," I continued "We still don't know what exactly he's planning, if it is indeed him, and then when and how to stop him. If he is indeed a magic user and not a demon...he is going to be capable of some serious spellslinging after that much experience."
Zabuto nodded. "A magic user with a century of experience or more would indeed be a formidable opponent, but nothing a Slayer should have any major problems with, let alone two."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that. My own magical abilities are not that good, but I could think of hundreds of ways to take out a Slayer before they could get near me. Underestimating somebody that old could very easily get people killed," I argued in return before I glanced into the rearview mirror at the blue and red flashing light of a cop car.
Zabuto frowned "Local law enforcement?"
I nodded. "Yes...get ready, but don't act unless I give a signal. While they might be sent out by the mayor, they might have some kind of legitimate issue. Let's not try to fight the law unless we have to," I said as I moved to pull over at the side of the road.
I rolled down the window as the police officer walked up "License and registration, please," he asked and I nodded, handing it over.
"Of course Officer Davidson," I answered, reading his nametag. "May I ask what the problem is?"
He flipped through my papers. "Mr. Dwight Whimpleton?" he asked while comparing my face against the photo and I nodded so he continued "You have a busted taillight, did you know that?" he asked and I shook my head.
"Actually...no. I have been on a country wide road trip for vacation and was on my way home. I apologize, I didn't notice it. I'll get it fixed right away," I answered while imagining choking Giles for that name.
He nodded "I really should give you a ticket, but my shift end in five minutes and it's Friday. Have a nice day," the officer said and handed my papers back "Just get it fixed soon."
"Yes sir, Thank you officer," I answered and rolled my window up, sighing as I drove off "I need a better ride."
Zabuto slowly shook his head. "That could have been much more difficult," he said while putting his dagger which he had kept out of the officer's sight, back into its hidden sheath as I frowned.
"Yes. But I am not sure I like how willing you where to kill a police officer..." I said and Zabuto shook his head.
"If it is to protect my slayer, I would...but not without serious provocation. I would not have struck first," he answered and I grimaced before I nodded.
"Well, guess I can't blame you too badly for that." before I glanced at Kendra in the mirror. I really couldn't blame him for that. If I had a student, I would likely kill to keep them safe as well.
We soon crossed into Sunnydale and I slowed the car down "I believe the gang should be in the library by now." I glanced at the setting sun "Do you want to find a place to stay first or go over the forces available first?"
Zabuto thought for a second before nodding "I believe meeting with the rest of the local fighters first is the best thing to do first."
"Very well," I commented and turned the corner, driving towards the local high school.
AN// Big thanks to Morgomir for betaing this part.
Technically? Not a fake. The Watchers council are 'good' at some things. In government databases and everything. The guys are a international organization that have been around longer than most countries.Tazered said:
