Dino-Terror!

I don't really think there's anything terrifying about this post.
I just couldn't think of a title.

WELL. Haven't been on this thing in a while.
What's different?
Damn.. A lot actually.

- Joined the Marine Corps. December 8th, 2011. I ship to Parris Island July 9th, 2012.
- I'm not a twig thing anymore, mostly due to Marine Corps PT four times a week.
- My car is still a piece of shit.
- I have a ton of new MC friends.
- I am NOT going to be an Osprey Crew Chief. Got that shit changed. Flying bird/deathtrap thing? No thanks. I'll stick to the AAV.
- For some reason or another, I bought a ton of stuff for my Zombie (Or any general Apocalypse) Survival Kit.
New Items include:
- A gas mask. (Go figure.)
- A navy issue medical kit.
- A bunch of MOLLE pouches for my M1A clips.
- A bigass backpack. Which is sort of heavy with a ton of stuff in it.
- My USMC issue boots. Which are heavy as fuck.
- A tomahawk. (Yes. I bought a tomahawk.)
- This neat little compass that glows in the dark, USMC issue.
- A skeletool.
- My M1 that Dad bought me.

Jimmy! I hope you found this, because that's pretty much all you need for your kit, except for food, and other basic survival shit.


Can't wait for July 9th. Can't wait to escape.