I managed to take two layers off from the hammerstall of my musket. A hammerstall is basically the thing that slams down on the flint to ignite the powder and make a big boom. It got me between the webbing of your middle and forefinger. Owie! Next day, I followed up by a bloodblister. I had caught flesh under the socket of the bayonet as I was trying to affix it over the lug of the musket. It was a painful week.
Mah new waistcoat. 100% broadcoth wool, linen sewn inside with functional pockets. 10 pewter buttons fastened with waxed linen. In short, a pure period waistcoat tailored for the early 1770s.
'We will never believe again, kick drum beating in my chest again, oh, we will never believe in anything again, preach electric to a microphone stand.'
ScarlettFire wrote:Alright. Here's a couple of pics of me.
RED HEAD! i love red heads!!! Im actually thinking of pulling a Rhianna and dying my hair red.
'We will never believe again, kick drum beating in my chest again, oh, we will never believe in anything again, preach electric to a microphone stand.'
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