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The weaponization of Nerf.

my ex figured video games were a underhanded way for the government to train legions of future weapons systems operators to be completely devoid of empathy for their "targets"

Lol, people know the difference between a game and real life. That is as much valid as saying watching a violent movie and liking it means you'll like see people getting killed in real life.
 
Oh **** did we used to get into some trouble with kickballs! We used to play a variety of equipment tag and dodgeball by using a kickball to throw at each other while on playground equipment. You get hit with the ball, your it and on the ground. That and exploding enchilladas which was a free for all dodgeball game where we would run around throwing the ball till you got hit. Then you would sit till evey other person was out. The people on the ground could throw the ball though.

When we were little we played smeer the ... with an actual football. When that got tiring we busted out the soccer ball and played peg. No one was out, ever, you just picked up that ball and hit the nearest damn kid as hard as you could. All too often the neighborhood crybaby would run home to tell his mom. Hey man, if you can't handle it, dont play, we may call you a ***** but at least you'll save some face.

We also used unripe oranges from my friends orange tree as ammo is massive games of war. The battlefield was the neighborhood condo complex, as it had some cool pathways and optimal hiding places. We got a lot of bruises.

Then there was the phase of "go kart" buidling. We'd find random parts from the neighbors trash or from our Dad's old stockpiles of junk. My team, of course, had the best one. It was contructed from a dolly and use the wheel from a lawn edger as front wheels we could steer. Don't forget the block of wood behind the seat to drop obstacles in others ways, or the steel link chain to tangle up in their wheels. My favorite part was the metal tubes we installed for shooting skyrockets and the roadflare that we had for absolutely no reason.

Then there were the forts we constructed in the backyard for our war purposes, with boobytraps, pulley gates, and our favorite, the "turret", that was a bike missing its front wheel that we used to shoot skyrockets out of the fork. We liked shooting skyrockets.

We played with nerf guns in the house, but spent most of our time outside.
 
Lol, people know the difference between a game and real life. That is as much valid as saying watching a violent movie and liking it means you'll like see people getting killed in real life.

Ah, but what about when we have robots? And one can simply sit behind a computer in an office controlling said robot, mindless shooting victims at will, just like a video game? I believe we have unmanned aircraft now, this is obviously what theyre working towards.

One day our children will fight our wars from the comforts of our own homes, and they won't know that theyre actually orchestrating massive attacks on our enemies. They'll simply be playing the latest online multiplayer FPS, without knowing the consequences at all.
 
When we were little we played smeer the ... with an actual football. When that got tiring we busted out the soccer ball and played peg. No one was out, ever, you just picked up that ball and hit the nearest damn kid as hard as you could. All too often the neighborhood crybaby would run home to tell his mom. Hey man, if you can't handle it, dont play, we may call you a ***** but at least you'll save some face.

We also used unripe oranges from my friends orange tree as ammo is massive games of war. The battlefield was the neighborhood condo complex, as it had some cool pathways and optimal hiding places. We got a lot of bruises.

Then there was the phase of "go kart" buidling. We'd find random parts from the neighbors trash or from our Dad's old stockpiles of junk. My team, of course, had the best one. It was contructed from a dolly and use the wheel from a lawn edger as front wheels we could steer. Don't forget the block of wood behind the seat to drop obstacles in others ways, or the steel link chain to tangle up in their wheels. My favorite part was the metal tubes we installed for shooting skyrockets and the roadflare that we had for absolutely no reason.

Then there were the forts we constructed in the backyard for our war purposes, with boobytraps, pulley gates, and our favorite, the "turret", that was a bike missing its front wheel that we used to shoot skyrockets out of the fork. We liked shooting skyrockets.

We played with nerf guns in the house, but spent most of our time outside.

Pretty much same here. Except we used pinecones instead of fruit. In Germany they were smaller and since it rained all the time, they would always be closed up. You could really chuck those things hard. Pretty much like rocks. We would stage massive wars throughout the entire playground, open space, little woods, big woods, the tall trees, the creek, the sand pit, the giant mound of woodchips that we crafted into bunkers and foxholes all the time, and the old wood fort that was deemed a hazard and dangerous the last week we were there. We used to go into the woods and pile up lose sticks and build massive forts. We would climb trees with a plank, stick it across two branches, and call it our crows nest. The only rule in the pinecone wars was no shots above the shoulder. The balls were always the first thing to be hit. HARD! We would also pick up slugs and worms and throw them at the girly-girls since pinecones were actually really hard. The tom boys could kick any of us boy's asses.

Even for the amount that it rained over there, we were outside all the time. If we didn't have a ball or something to kick throw toss or try and peg someone with, we would always come up with something to do. Sometimes a kid in the neighborhood would get a new nerf gun, or laser tag, or a paintball gun. We would have a blast with those till they broke, or the kid went home or something, and we would go back to pinecones and stick fights. They were always more fun anyways since a massive amount of people could play. You just joined whatever team, and watched your head.
 
Who doesn't want a FULLY AUTOMATIC VULCAN CANNON????:

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Personally I picked up one of these on a whim....

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Its actually a lot of fun/waste of time....

These are staples in our office. Although most guns are hot rodded with rubber bands for max power. Do not walk into the QA dept on a Friday afternoon without a shield.
 
I think we need to encourage our boys to play "war" more as children without these plastic toys, rather than video games about war. I think they need to get in the thick of it, throw stuff at each other that will hurt, and feel what it's like to get owned by another kid. Our boys are growing up too soft these days.
 
Jarts, anyone?


A friend of mine's dad had some in the basement from the 1950's, the real metal lawn darts.

We decided it would be cool to make a stick to launch them, and when we got one to go up in a ballistic curve and punch throgh the roof of the car, that's when his dad decided to put them away.

Of course, we all scattered when it happened, but then came back to see him get in trouble. it was lulzy, but we never got to play with Jarts again.
 
Jarts, anyone?


A friend of mine's dad had some in the basement from the 1950's, the real metal lawn darts.

We decided it would be cool to make a stick to launch them, and when we got one to go up in a ballistic curve and punch throgh the roof of the car, that's when his dad decided to put them away.

Of course, we all scattered when it happened, but then came back to see him get in trouble. it was lulzy, but we never got to play with Jarts again.

We had a set of those. The game is actually pretty fun. Although, that was until we threw one through a window.
 
i had several nerf guns when i was a child...i always lost the darts though...:(

nerf guns were always fun for a day or two, but then they got old and i would forget about them.

i got into collecting knives at an early age and began spending money on that instead of toys.

one of the best investments that I had ever bought as a kid was a machete though...me and my neighbor (who was a year older) both bought machetes and began building the ultimate fort in the woods beside our houses. it was pretty awesome. we built everything out of small trees we chopped down with the machetes we had. we had a small base near the edge of the woods, a lookout tower, and then the actual fort/campground we played at. I am amazed that we never got bitten by any rattlesnakes. The woods around my house are notorious for big rattlesnakes.

We had some fireworks set up for defensive purposes. I really wish I would have thought of something like "the touret" mentioned earlier.

Anyway...I wouldn't worry too much about Nerf making more weapon style toys. I'd worry more about kids with machetes! ;)
 
i had a weapon(not made by nerf) called an Ultimator that goes for over $300. You pumped it up with a spring loaded chamber that shot hard foam. It kinda hurt but only if you were close. I shot it at the deer in our back yard since we couldn't have weapons
The Ultimator was not made by Nerf, but but by Mattel. It was the absolute best foam nerf-style projectile weapon ever made. Everything else was second best.
 
When I was a kid Nerf made things like footballs. Now it's all guns, and swords and stuff. Anyone else a little concerned about this trend? Highly effective guns made out of plastic. Sometimes I wonder if manufacturers are just putting out what the market demands, or if they are making some kind of prediction on where things are heading. Makes me wonder if the know something we don't. :atoz:

When I was a kid, you could but BB guns and .22's from the five & dime. Nerf is filling the void that the hand-wringers are trying to wish away.