War is the way of Man.
Man is the means of War.
You allow us War.
Our worship is our readiness.
It is proper to adhere to our nature,
Aggression is natural,
We are meant to be aggressive.
Through war we are purified,
Through slaughter we are enlightened,
I cast thee, Nex Alea,
May fortune find strength in me,
So that my weaknesses be absolved.
Ave Nex Alea!
Ave Nex Alea!
Ave Nex Alea!
What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Corporal, huh? We're all supposed to die, is that it?
we are supposed to slaughter our enemies
as is the way of man, and of war
>Our worship is our readiness.
thats a very good line
Ave Nex Alea
Saluto Nex Alea
The /k/ube loved us so much that it had it's own beloved weapons destroyed and rendered inoperable so that we may have a place to worship.
Each day we thank the /k/ube for it's sacrifice. We pray for a save passage for those who commit to the pilgrimage, and a prayer for those who cannot.
Ave Nex Alea.
Builders for the cube. The words of Kalashnikova flow through this rifle.
Anyone else get a kit together?
Or spread the word of the cube in anyway?
I like the idea of dice.
It's like the /k/ube is playing dice with your fate.
Each day is a blessing. Each kill is a blessing. But we thank the /k/ube, and it blesses us as we go out and spread the word and the lead.
It's all essentially the same thing. I don't put to much thought into it besides creating a foux religion to butt blast gun controlists and hippie anti-war douche bags
We slaughter our enemies as the way of man. We build our empires so they to can be targeted as fuel for future slaughter. The cycle shall continue until the sun burns out and we find a new sun. Such is the way of Man.
No, they have to be real guns.
Only by destroying real firearms, making them permanently unusable, can you show real love and dedication to the one true /k/ube.
It takes great courage to destroy the things you love, but you will be rewarded, and looked kindly upon by the /k/ube, as you have sacrificed, as it as sacrificed for us.
I think we should add something into the scriptures about the /k/ube creating both man and deer, and man getting too greedy over his kills, and so man refuses to give a sacrifice to the /k/ube, and so the land is besieged by anti-funners and lolberals, as punishment for man's disrespect.
The /k/ube is everything.
Every cloud of combusted propellant.
Every stroke of the piston as it cycles a new cartridge.
Every sound of a spent casing hitting the bloodstained ground.
Every rusted, ancient sword buried deep in the soil.
Every shattered helmet and splintered shield.
Every grave of Man slain in War.
You wish to build an effigy of the /k/ube from blasphemous facsimiles which are meant to steal /k/ube's glory like vultures? You must be castrated in your sleep and your thumbs and index fingers severed.
And so the /k/ube gifted itself with a body, so that it may inhabit and protect the world of the physical, the world of man.
The /k/ube did ask it's followers "thy shall bring your finest arms, or every caliber, of every dimension, of every assembly and of purpose, and thy will construct thy /k/ube a body, so that the pilgrims; being yourself and your children and their children may worship me. I will inhabit this body".
And so the faithful did build a body for their Lord, as it had specified. After many months of labour, the /k/ube was pleased with the efforts of man, and did again speak with them. "You shall christen my throne, my body, with the blood of game, but not just any coyote nor hare nor stag, but the blood of game that has proved itself worthy of being in such a holy event".
Heresy! You'd make a false /k/ube from facsimile materials. The kube is culminated sacrifice of Man. Not some child play thing. We do not use it as a table or as a storage device. It exists for us as we do it. It shows us the path. It is the path.
The /k/ube existed before us and shall continue to. Reborn as each new civilization arises. Bringing with them new weapons of war to be crafted and loved. The deer are inferior as they do not understand the /k/ube. Those that fear the truth of the /k/ube are not man and thus not human.
Here's a very rough draft of the Ten Commandments
>I: There are NO other gods before me
>II: Thou shalt not worship false /k/ubes. Only the /k/ube that resides in Canada is fit for worship
>III: Thou shalt not muzzle-sweep
>IV: Thou shalt treat my children as if they always bore live rounds
>V: Remove kebab
>VI: I have blessed the world with the right to bear arms. You must uphold this right, you must fight for this.
>VII: Your Lord, the /k/ube welcomes violence, but do not spill blood in vain. Only the violence of the true warrior, in defence of his home, his country, or in the removal of kebab is looked upon kindly in the optics of the /k/ube.
That's it so far.
The /k/ube did banish the /k/anaanites from their promised land of Rhodesia. "You have failed to uphold my law and you have failed to protect the rights of man to bear arms. For this insult, your Lord, the /k/ube will take away the land I promised to you". And it was so. The /k/ube's vengeance rained from the heavens. Fire claimed their farms, their crops were destroyed, the /k/anaanites grew hungry. Acid rain corroded their firearms, flooding ruined their ammunition supplies, and they became defenceless. Their writings, their knowledge of firearm maintenance and manufacturing were wiped from existence; for the crime of not upholding the /k/ube's law, man had lost the /k/ube's gifts, and so the art of firearms would have to be rediscovered.
With no land, and only the guilt of not upholding the /k/ubes law, the /k/anaanites left Rhodesia, and went their separate ways, hoping to arm the world, and spread the word of the /k/ube.
And so it wad that the worlds crude and rusted weaponry met a wave of renewal and refinement. The /k/ube has spoken and in its words a new golden era of weaponry was born. It shown that even the wayward can be made useful if used correctly. A dull blade made ever sharper.
The /k/ube created man and rifle; one is not complete without the other.
The /k/ube gave man the laws.
The men who adopted the laws were known as the /k/anaanites.
The /k/anaanites inhabited Rhodesia, the land promised to them by the /k/ube.
The /k/ube was displeased with the /k/anaanites for their arrogance, and punished them by taking away their firearms, and taking away Rhodesia. Only when the world is armed with both rifle and the word of the /k/ube can they return.
Mankind spends thousands of years relearning about gunpowder, ballistics and rifling.
In the 1970s, Rhodesia is once again claimed by man, but not after the world is armed and enlightened, as this is against the /k/ube’s commandments.
Rhodesia was once again destroyed, renamed Zimbabwe.
This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war is the truest form of divination. It is the testing of one’s will and the will of another within that larger will which because it binds them is therefore forced to select. War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.
You take this mother fucker
And jam it inside the reciever. With one end pushing the rivet hard against the rail. It's a tight fit so you should have no problem with the rivet moving.
And on the front rivet I had to trim the cross member support cylinder a bit with a dremil. But it was a spare so, I wasn't concerned about ruining it.
Well. Looks like it is time to add more to the S/k/ripture.
I notice /k/ is kind of schizo on what belongs in the boo/k/, so here's a straw poll to figure it out. I'll probably repost later tonight.
Every vote counts!
I am trying to gauge the community's opinion, to prevent internal conflicts.
Aside from the anons sperging about the grammar, the second greatest divide was different writers with different visions.
I'll fess up and say I have opinions, that it ought to be modernized to reflect the formation of /k/radio and signal corps..
None the less, I'm not a writer type, all I started doing was compiling the first stories.
I'm going to try and dredge them up..