Seven hundred and twenty-one days, twenty-two hours and fifty-nine seconds.
As I am mentally preparing myself to finally meet all of you, my friends, for that pint we’ve been talking about for two years, I’m a little nervous. So to break the ice, I’ve decided to hereby disclose and declare the following:
ok, so here’s the thing: the moment that matters here, from one point of view at least, is the 3rd of April 2022. Well, actually, a moment is something a bit more specific than a day. But for the moment, that doesn’t matter. In fact, in hindsight, a day can kind of become a moment, so please forgive me if I use those terms in a rather loose manner.
Anyhow, that moment, the one you can see in the picture above, that moment is connected, directly, to another moment on a day in May or perhaps June 2015. I can’t quite remember exactly that other moment right now. I could find out, but for the moment, for this moment, it doesn’t really matter. This moment, this very precise moment, being 11:23 AM, Friday, the 12th of May 2023.
The Petite B. Raptor 230i is a semi-automatic, self-loading middle-class caliber unit, capable of firing fully empathetic ammunition at a rate of 230 WpM
