LEGO Rubberband Chaingun

With video of the chaingun in action:

“The motor driven barrels start winding up to speed at the flick of a switch on the handle. Pulling the trigger unleashes a stream of rubber bands, deluging the target. The fire rate is high enough that at least half a dozen bands are in the air at any one time – the gun appears to fire a single very long chain of them. It’s as much like using a hose pipe as firing a rubber band gun. It also sounds fantastic because each mechanism makes a distinct click as it discharges a rubber band.”

(via Bifurcated Rivets)


  1. Oh dude, this is AWESOME…

    I’ve spent a lot of time with Lego. Hell, I’ve been to Legoland — which was way better than Disneyworld, BTW; you could drive a gocart there.

    But rubberband guns rule most of all…

    I won a rubberband gun in a white elephant exchange once, and set up a carnival-type thing in my cubicle: Three bands to shoot down a stack of six empty coke cans, and win $1. Each attempt cost 25 cents. Kept me in free soda, that.

    But the best thing is, I went to a Gun show. Actually, it was a Gun and Doll show — I don’t know what the deal was with the dolls. I guess the gun enthusiasts have to make bargains, and drag their women along. Or maybe the doll part is supposed to make them seem less violent. I don’t know. But damn, the doll part is a little freaky, I don’t mind saying.

    So, I’m at this gun show. And there are Nazis there. Well, there was A Nazi there. Just this one guy. Some fucktarded skinhead. He had a booth in the corner, and it had a handwritten sign that said you couldn’t touch any of his stuff. You had to ASK HIM before handling his stuff. He had a bunch of Nazi shit — medals and things. And for some reason, a bunch of Samurai swords… I looked at the dude, and thought, fuck me, this guy is crazy, and angry. I’m not gonna touch his crap. No way.

    Then, this complete nerd-boy geek walked up and grabbed one of the katanas and yanked it out of the holster, and started swinging it around. Like the Star Wars kid. This dude looked like a complete idiot.

    And I thought the skinhead nazi would kill him. But it didn’t happen that way. The skinhead just stood there like a frustrated geek, with a panicked expression on his face, like “WAAAAAH SOMEONE IS TOUCHING MY STUFF! STOP TOUCHING MY STUFF!” It was hilarious.

    I thought, these gun nuts aren’t anywhere near as scary as I thought they were.

    But then I ran into a father dressed in camo, with a small boy about four or five, also dressed in camo. That scared me.

    So, next thing, I see an M-72 grenade launcher, and show my buddy how to work it. This thing is a one-shot, disposable thing, and it’s a piece of shit. You see it in the movies all the time, and they never portray it properly. They got them shooting the things from inside cars, and rooms, where they’d get toasted by the backblast. Stupid Hollywood shit.

    So, suddenly we’ve got these guys milling around us, trying so soak up all my Rambo-knowledge… I never noticed these people. I was just kinda absorbed into it. Old memories. The rubber trigger. That kinda stuff. But when I saw all these people around me I thought, shit, this is fucked up…

    It was then, that I noticed the next booth… This guy sold rubber-band guns. He had all sorts of rubber-band guns — shaped like traditional, well-known guns. 1911, Luger, six-shooter, Tommy gun. I just felt like a total idiot, going on about the M-72, and having all these military enthusiasts/idiots/wannabees/whatnot hanging on my every word, that I had to do something…

    So I picked up the six-shooter, which was the one I’d won in the white elephant gift exchange. And I loaded it up, and shot all these cans that the guy had hanging on strings in his booth. Proper stance, and all. Then I pretended to blow the smoke from the rubberband gun’s barrel, placed it on the counter, and told them, “I got one of these at work.”

    So I’m thinking, these fuckwads probably don’t know how to fire an M-72. I mean, I’m hoping. Because the dude who showed them how to do it, turned out to be a rubberband-gun shooting retard, and shouldn’t be trusted. Hheheheh.

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