But I don't live in "most states", I live in a yuro-tier "state" you know, "that" one. As far as I can tell, I cannot purchase a rifle or shotgun or handgun (which includes blackpowder pistols and revolvers) until I turn 21 years of age. A musket (as in smoothbore firearm) seems to be the only thing I can purchase. At this point, I'd rather pay my dad to buy me a weapon and then call it "mine", even if he legally owns it. Problem is, he's likely not going to go through with it, simply because he'd own it and is extremely cautious around firearms, even if he believes there should be very few gun laws. And besides, I'm a NEET.
Make your own and then laugh at local laws. And if they try to prosecute you for not putting a serial number sue on basis of the NFA
Dominic Carter
The only reason to own a black powder gun is if you like black powder guns per se. If you want it for other reasons than being powered by old-timey technology then it's not worth it. If you just want it for plinking then get an air gun instead. For self-defense, you're shit out of luck as far as legal gun options go. So try to make due with a pepper spray, it usually does the job just fine. Get a bike lock too, so you could go medieval on the assailant once he turns his back on you.
Kevin Reed
eww I got a P83 for a measly 180 (with shipping and FFL cost). Far superior to that shitheap.
Lincoln Morgan
Hipoints are essentially the same as the old WWII liberator pistols. A gun you can use to get something better. They are guns you can buy a shitload of and cache them away without too much worry. Its similar to how Mosins were used back when they were >$100. That being said, there are better quality pistols that can be found for only $50 more that can do the same thing. Zastava M88 9mm tok clones and old Ruger P-series pistols come to mind.
Christopher Stewart
I saw Mike Strassell at a gun store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Glock 40s in his hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the pistols and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and rested me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each pistol and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by firing his Hi-Point really loudly.
Lincoln Bell
Sounds like it's high-time to make nice with your local niggers. Be sure to field-strip and clean the hot guns thoroughly; my brother bought one that was literally, not figuratively, filled with melted chocolate.
