Yesterday aired the long announced new season of 'Future Weapons' in Holland. Though I consider Mack to be a prick and though the way in which the show is presented - 100% positive, praising attributes that one should take for granted by now (ZOMG it's ambidextrous), contradicting everything in the next episode - always makes me feel like I'm watching a militarized version of 'Tell Sell'; I settled on the couch hoping to at least pick up some new details. After all, even though the show could be so much better without the Hollywood clichés, I know of no other show with covers the subject and provides so much footage.
Mack was in Israel discussing two new doorbreachers (great,.. we haven't had those on the show yet) and yet again interupted one of the designers to repeat what he just said in simplified language for people that have a <99 words vocabulary, as he proceeded to repeat what he himself had just repeated. So far nothing new to the formula. Too bad, because it couldn't possibly get any worse, could it?
Since all weapons and tools were Israeli made, why not braid it into a small story? Not one of Mack's infamous explanatory re-enactments this time, but one that spanned the whole episode. Mack and 'his' SF team in full armour, though of course without helmets, since that would mess up Mack's beautifull hair,.. oh wait,.. he hasn't got any! In any case they stormed the compound of certainly-not-Palestine terrorists where, beneath a improvised corrugated iron roof, some cheap local prostitutes diplomats were held with splashes of tomato ketchup applied carefully on their brow, as they sat huddled together on a matras, screaming like Maria Callas, but without the vocal quality. After Mack tediously plied appart some Western style (Western with a capital W, like with Clint Eastwood, not geographically) jailbars, the SF team entered the cardboard building. One of Mack's teammates took out a guard with a kitten disguised cornershot. Obviously this variant of the cornershot had not left the testfase as they hadn't yet cut a hole for the barrel, resulting in the poor kitten's polyester brains being splashed to the four wind of heaven. The prostitutes diplomats were loaded in one of the terrorists APC's (note taht since it can be really hot in the Levant, the APC was of the Chevvy Convertable type) and our heroes sped away, Mack vigourously spraying his 9mm Tavor on full auto at some of the corrugated iron roofs. They drove up a sand dune, fully exposing the open top of the APC and the prostitutes diplomats to 7,62x39 M43 fire, but like a katana glittering in the sun, Mack's magnificently absent hair reflected the sunlight in the threefold holy land, dazzling the Palestinians terrorists, who gripped their AK's firmly at the magazine and sent some rounds in the direction of Mack's ally, the pagan God Helios. Concluding, Mack commented that there was nothing as good as rescueing some prostitutes diplomats damsels in distress,.. he truly was the knight in rusty playskool armour on his albino chihuahua.
I was liek WTF???
Mack was in Israel discussing two new doorbreachers (great,.. we haven't had those on the show yet) and yet again interupted one of the designers to repeat what he just said in simplified language for people that have a <99 words vocabulary, as he proceeded to repeat what he himself had just repeated. So far nothing new to the formula. Too bad, because it couldn't possibly get any worse, could it?
Since all weapons and tools were Israeli made, why not braid it into a small story? Not one of Mack's infamous explanatory re-enactments this time, but one that spanned the whole episode. Mack and 'his' SF team in full armour, though of course without helmets, since that would mess up Mack's beautifull hair,.. oh wait,.. he hasn't got any! In any case they stormed the compound of certainly-not-Palestine terrorists where, beneath a improvised corrugated iron roof, some cheap local prostitutes diplomats were held with splashes of tomato ketchup applied carefully on their brow, as they sat huddled together on a matras, screaming like Maria Callas, but without the vocal quality. After Mack tediously plied appart some Western style (Western with a capital W, like with Clint Eastwood, not geographically) jailbars, the SF team entered the cardboard building. One of Mack's teammates took out a guard with a kitten disguised cornershot. Obviously this variant of the cornershot had not left the testfase as they hadn't yet cut a hole for the barrel, resulting in the poor kitten's polyester brains being splashed to the four wind of heaven. The prostitutes diplomats were loaded in one of the terrorists APC's (note taht since it can be really hot in the Levant, the APC was of the Chevvy Convertable type) and our heroes sped away, Mack vigourously spraying his 9mm Tavor on full auto at some of the corrugated iron roofs. They drove up a sand dune, fully exposing the open top of the APC and the prostitutes diplomats to 7,62x39 M43 fire, but like a katana glittering in the sun, Mack's magnificently absent hair reflected the sunlight in the threefold holy land, dazzling the Palestinians terrorists, who gripped their AK's firmly at the magazine and sent some rounds in the direction of Mack's ally, the pagan God Helios. Concluding, Mack commented that there was nothing as good as rescueing some prostitutes diplomats damsels in distress,.. he truly was the knight in rusty playskool armour on his albino chihuahua.
I was liek WTF???
Last edited by liquidat0r (2008-06-23 07:16:15)