I have no problems with it, so I guess I’m some sort of savant? There is such thing as good and bad UI, but I think this is a case of ‘what you’re used to’ causing problems with ‘what is.’

Yes, I’m sure he meant an economic bloodbath. 🙄

While the oven is preheating, allow me to postulate that the thermal mass of the barrel, especially in vicinity of the breech, would require far more exposure to heat to reach the temperature required for the powder to spontaneously ignite.

This is why hot gun cook-offs occur, because the barrel has absorbed enough heat that it’s able to ignite the powder through the casing via conduction. As such, as you would expect, after containing a single explosion (i.e. firing a round), the chamber would be warm to the touch while the exterior of the barrel would remain cool. It’s not until the metal is exposed to enough heat internally that the barrel becomes too hot to touch externally.

So that’s my logic here. If it was suddenly 500 degrees outside, I think the safest place to hide a bullet in a gun to keep it from exploding is the chamber.

Yay or dismay

Commenters are getting this backwards. If there was a round in the chamber it would be the last to go off, not the first. Whereas the rest of the rounds are directly exposed to the heat, the chambered round has a thick metal barrel around it protecting it from that heat.

It’s still fun, though. I think it has a cohesive look that I would call “visually distinct for gaming purposes” rather than specifically beautiful.

Thank you. Now, insofar as it concerns apostrophes (he said pedantically), couldn’t it be argued that the tools we have at our immediate disposal for making ourselves understood through text are simply inadequate to express the depth of a thought? And wouldn’t it therefore be more appropriate to condemn the lack of tools rather than the person using them creatively, despite their simplicity? At what point do we cast off the blinders and leave the guardrails behind? Or shall we always bow our heads to the wicked chroniclers who have made unwitting fools of us all; and for what? Evolving our language? Our birthright?

No, I say! We have surged free of the feeble chains of the Oxfords and Websters of the world, and no guardrail can contain us! Let go your clutching minds of the anchors of tradition and spread your wings! Fly, I say! Fly and conformn’t!

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I relinquish the pedant stick.

Like putting speakers in monitors.

Oh boy! Can’t wait to experience the ramifications of this one!

What’s next? Gonna try to recreate Deep Impact, just to see?

It’s fine, just make whatever rules you want! I’m sure we’ll still have the power to stop you when we’re tired of your tantrum!

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