That Moment...

So a RAP (Rocket Assisted Projectile) round. How big? It sounds like a cool idea, but the problem is there's going to be a tradeoff between velocity and mass; as the propellent burns off there's going to be less projectile to hit the target. I'm sure there's a sweet spot somewhere, but if it was worth it for individual weapons somebody probably already would have tried it.

 

Yeah, but it sounded like CT was talking about personal weapons, not crew-served or artillery. Hard to put enough propellent and/or explosive to make a big difference in something shoulder-fired and repeating.

 

TMW you have no idea what your loved one is going on about, but somehow that makes them all the more attractive to you.

 

Glad to know I'm not the only one floating on a sea of complete incomprehension.

My step-grandad's a nuclear physicist, and this kind of thing happens every time we go to visit - exacerbated by my brother beginning A-Level Physics.

 

TMW the dogs convince you it’s time to get out of bed by trampling your groin and then claim the cats put them up to it.

 

This should be a story prompt. I'd love to see where it goes.

 

There, that is the reason it wouldn't be a decent enough idea in even a fictional sense.
It really wouldn't add anything to the overall efficiency of the projectile in the long run,
due to how small it is.
I missed that little detail in the notion that fuel would be so minor to the overall velocity,
reducing it's overall potential due to loss of mass when the cavity would decrease the
volume of the projectile, making it less effective than a plain old solid one.
Damn I am stupid, a two stage bullet is just not going to be worth it's lack of weight.

 

No, I think I will leave that idea up to someone much smarter than I,
and who isn't too concerned about the potential for a glitch in the programming
that the nano-tech simply devours or converts an entire planet in the long run.

 

Looks like what my cat likes to leave us on the front mat...but about 10x bigger lol

 

That moment when you're really feeling some DND but there's no one for miles who wants to play.

 

Lol. Tank is bass-ackwards from what I was thinking. I refer to the concept of the projectile, miniaturized. It matters not the velocity or propellent. I reload ammo, so the proportion of mass to propellent is actually inverse, to a point. The desire is body armor penetration at close quarters(?), so it's not a sniper round we need.
Ideally, we want plasma-level energy at impact from within the round. It would require a heavier mass and lower velocity, ironically. The high-velocity projectile will penetrate many walls or civilians at perimeter, so you want a slower projectile, to destruct on primary impact. Think armor piercing RPG, only with standard 9mm or .45 casings and propellent - simply a better bullet that retrofits existing light arms.
Now here's the kicker. Even today, they can be programmed to pre or post detonate. Fleshettes. Door busters. Party favors!
Have a nice day!

 

I think plasma would get messy too. You would have the impact, and all the water would boil
instantly, then the person would be over there, over there, and over there.

 

A parting gift, if you will. Part of you here, part of you there, and part of you way, way, way over there, staining my wall.

 

TMW you have to say Martyrs (2008) is the better version than the 2015 remake.
All I can say is: Way to pull back USA and take a good film and make it blah...

 

Nah, come on. A little interior redecorating's not a bad thing. Talk about applying youself to the task! I thought red and textures had come back into fashion?
Besides, the charge is only large enough to penetrate and pulp a liter or thereabouts - a juicy tamale is all!

 

So Konrad Curze is your interior decorator I see.

 

TMW you laugh your tits off watching this cat paw at the glass.

 

TMW The cat you babysat over the weekend gifts you with a dead mouse as a token of thanks...

His folks came home, and about an hour later he meowed insistently from the bottom of my stairs, which is not his normal behavior. I called him and he continued meowing, so I went down to see what was wrong...whereupon he went behind a plant and returned with a dead mouse he'd stashed there, and dropped it at my feet, clearly proud of himself.



Let's just say I focused on the gratitude of the moment.

 

That moment when your little brother is practicing this complicated dimension warping magic called origami to make infinity cubes and rings. If a rift in space-time opens and Cthulu steps out, I'm gonna become a warlock.