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I've found large ball bearings more effective than throwing knives...

PS- In my world Throwing Knives are called 'Arrows'.

Sgt. Howard wrote:

eee wrote:Wait, WHAT? You're saying Abbie is a DOG? She used to be somebody's Familiar (or she avoided Conjure or Summon Familiar completely) and now she's running around loose? With THROWING KNIVES???

Sonya Henie's Tutu!!

... uh, yeah... that's what Paul said... you seem to think this is a problem?

You think DOGS with KNIVES aren't a PROBLEM???

What are you, a cat hater?

Are juggling knives related to throwing knives?
Maybe the weight is distributed differently?

eee wrote:Wait, WHAT? You're saying Abbie is a DOG? She used to be somebody's Familiar (or she avoided Conjure or Summon Familiar completely) and now she's running around loose? With THROWING KNIVES???

Sonya Henie's Tutu!!

Sgt. Howard wrote:... uh, yeah... that's what Paul said... you seem to think this is a problem?

eee wrote:You think DOGS with KNIVES aren't a PROBLEM???

What are you, a cat hater?

Cats already have knives . . .

GlytchMeister wrote:And I still don't understand how throwing knives even became part of the discussion, I don't remember them ever being mentioned in the comic.

Sgt. Howard wrote:Abbie got a set for Christmas

jwhouk wrote:Yeah, I had to take a second look myself, after that first reference.

She says it so nonchalantly.

Sgt. Howard wrote:Everybody is acting like this is a big deal- it is a fun thing to learn and has actually come in handy for me on a few occasions. Both of my boys have a set... my ex got all manner of excited when she found out I was teaching the girls, but wasn't much she could do... Bekah still practices, but Shelly gave it up.

Not everyone thinks it's a big deal . . . How do you think I know about throwing knives . . . and axes?

I grew up in a logging town . . . of course we threw axes. I even learned to throw underhand. And when you can bury the bit three inches deep in the end of a log at thirty feet . . .

Gave it up years ago, though.

--FreeFlier

I must be gettin old. I completely missed the throwing knives... And I even went back and looked for them a couple times. Still missed it.



I don't think having throwing knives are a big deal, I just don't prefer them.

Throwing knives, kunai, mini throwing hatchets boken hidden katana...all "fun".

Heck, even a cast iron skillet well tossed will ring their bells.

My first night in rental housing, I was making cookies...

One idiot jimmied the door window open and stuck his hand in to open the door.
Instead of grabbing my boken, in my haste I goofed and grabbed my hidden katana. Instead of neatly breaking the arm, I shattered part of it.
Next jerk came in...or tried to anyway... after that. I had realised my error, and grabbed the boken. He had brass knuckles on and opened my door. I moved faster, and hit his hand, breaking the boken, but also his hand. My boffer staff to the solar plexus knocked him back outside.
Next dummy felt three objects whizz by his face and saw them sink into the wall. He piddled self and ran...dot vas a schmot guy.
Last loser got a cast iron skillet to the head. I wish I could have videotaped the way it sailed through the sir and hit him. He went flying.

Two days later, some idiot tried again...and got the lights flipped on, and a WWII m1 carbine with suppressor attached aimed at him from across the room for his troubles. I told him, "Go ahead. I dare you. Nobody will ever hear the shot, and nobody will miss you." He also saw I had a compound bow nearby.

The hooligans living nearby discovered very quickly my home was off limits.

The rest of the time I lived there, nobody ever tried it again.

That said, I hate guns. My ex had a hefty collection. I was well versed in most before I outgrew my interest in them.

If bored, I often took them apart and recleaned them after he was at work...you would be amazed what a second set of eyes can see.

That actually was the only reason that rifle was out. I was alone and bored.

When my mom was pregnant with my half-sister was living in Kentucky at a seedy apartment. Her neighbor, a rather soft-spoken and kind woman, came up the stairs sporting a magnificent shiner and several bruises and red marks. Mom hustled her inside.
Shortly after that, the ever-so nice man who had bestowed upon his girlfriend those wildly colorful welts and bruises came pounding on the door. He was grossly drink at the time, and was rather intent on giving his girlfriend several more gifts. Mom yelled at him to go away, a request our bastard antagonist obviously ignored. He proceeded to try to kick down the door.

So mom grabs a cast iron skillet, opens the door, screams "GO AWAY" and with a great two-handed swing worthy of a blacksmith, or perhaps a quarry worker, smoke the man right on the head.

I am told it made a most satisfying "WHUNG!" sound.

The man was unconscious before he hit the ground, fell backwards and proceeded to tumble, rather noisily, down the stairs.

Mom was never bothered at those apartments. I don't know what happened to the other woman or the asshole.

She still has that frying pan. It is impressively heavy. Must've been those pregnancy hormones.

GlytchMeister wrote:
She still has that frying pan. It is impressively heavy. Must've been those pregnancy hormones.

Cast iron doesn't need more than justified rage. Adrenaline does the rest.

...Why am I suddenly hearing heavy breathing coming from the general direction of Washington state?...

...Washington state? What, or who, is up there? I thought "more than corn" referred to one of the breadbasket states.

GlytchMeister wrote:...Washington state? What, or who, is up there? I thought "more than corn" referred to one of the breadbasket states.

Ask Sarge. (angelic look)

I'll just leave this little gem about throwing knives here...

DinkyInky wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:She still has that frying pan. It is impressively heavy. Must've been those pregnancy hormones.

Cast iron doesn't need more than justified rage. Adrenaline does the rest.

Long ago I knew someone who got hit with a hot frying pan . . . she grabbed it off the stove and hit him with it, bacon, grease and all. (He had it coming.)

And in the apartment I lived in for twenty years, my downstairs neighbor ran an intruder off with a gladius . . .

--FreeFlier

OK now that we are discussing edged weapons I have a pair of modified machetes for my home defense. They are sharpened all the way to the tip and 3" on the back so they can be used to hack, slash, or stab someone stupid enough to come inside my house. My preferred mode is slashing so they stay arm's length+18" away, but if they try to close to take that away I still have the "push straight ahead" mode of inflicting damage, as well as the "remove hand, arm, leg, or head" as required hacking mode.

Opus the Poet wrote:OK now that we are discussing edged weapons I have a pair of modified machetes for my home defense. They are sharpened all the way to the tip and 3" on the back so they can be used to hack, slash, or stab someone stupid enough to come inside my house. My preferred mode is slashing so they stay arm's length+18" away, but if they try to close to take that away I still have the "push straight ahead" mode of inflicting damage, as well as the "remove hand, arm, leg, or head" as required hacking mode.

Might I suggest a secondary weapon to dual wield? Do a search for an M1917CT Bolo... http://www.ubbcentral.com/store/item/im ... 796606.jpg Large, heavy with an amazingly thick, strong, durable blade. Once you see it, you'll love it. This thing was made to chop and hack with... with enough weight behind it that you can leave your attacker in abject horror. Soundtrack, keyed to the breaking of glass or other break in noises would be the Tchshhshhhshh Chk chk chk chk... sound effect from any Michael Myers movie... Or Let the Bodies Hit the Floor...

DilyV wrote:

Opus the Poet wrote:OK now that we are discussing edged weapons I have a pair of modified machetes for my home defense. They are sharpened all the way to the tip and 3" on the back so they can be used to hack, slash, or stab someone stupid enough to come inside my house. My preferred mode is slashing so they stay arm's length+18" away, but if they try to close to take that away I still have the "push straight ahead" mode of inflicting damage, as well as the "remove hand, arm, leg, or head" as required hacking mode.

Might I suggest a secondary weapon to dual wield? Do a search for an M1917CT Bolo... http://www.ubbcentral.com/store/item/im ... 796606.jpg Large, heavy with an amazingly thick, strong, durable blade. Once you see it, you'll love it. This thing was made to chop and hack with... with enough weight behind it that you can leave your attacker in abject horror. Soundtrack, keyed to the breaking of glass or other break in noises would be the Tchshhshhhshh Chk chk chk chk... sound effect from any Michael Myers movie... Or Let the Bodies Hit the Floor...

Looks like it was designed after the Kukri...

GlytchMeister wrote:So mom grabs a cast iron skillet, opens the door, screams "GO AWAY" and with a great two-handed swing worthy of a blacksmith, or perhaps a quarry worker, smoke the man right on the head.

I am told it made a most satisfying "WHUNG!" sound.

In The Wee Free Men, young-proto-witch Tiffany Aching uses her four-year old brother (Tiffany is like eleven or so) as bait in an ambush for for Jenny Greenteeth, and clobbers Jenny with a cast-iron skillet across the face as she leaps for him.

Sir Pterry describes the sound along the lines of "It was one of the truly great 'CLANG!'s - it had that 'oing-oing-oing' that continued for a while..."

jwhouk wrote:...Why am I suddenly hearing heavy breathing coming from the general direction of Washington state?...

... well, Annie and I do get a little... loud... at times..

Sgt. Howard wrote:

jwhouk wrote:...Why am I suddenly hearing heavy breathing coming from the general direction of Washington state?...

... well, Annie and I do get a little... loud... at times..

So Annie's going to be calling Dinky for tips, then?

jwhouk wrote:

Sgt. Howard wrote:

jwhouk wrote:...Why am I suddenly hearing heavy breathing coming from the general direction of Washington state?...

... well, Annie and I do get a little... loud... at times..

So Annie's going to be calling Dinky for tips, then?

*takes several steps toward you*