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Varmint Hunter

I'd go to hell just to shoot the Devil in the face
It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame. He knew that when he returned to the firehouse, he might wink at himself, a minstrel man, burnt-corked, in the mirror. Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile still gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that. smile, it never ever went away, as long as he remembered.

- Fahrenheit 451 (By Ray Bradbury) Chapter 1: The Hearth and the Salamander


40 MINUTES of nonstop fire. Four structures fully engulfed and destroyed:



Demonstration of "flashover". A point during a fire where the ambient temperature reaches a certain level when EVERYTHING combustible in the region bursts into flame at once:



Accelerant fueled flashover: 39 seconds from ignition to full hellscape:



More HD flashover porn. Fully engulfed room:



ThrowFlame XL-18 military and industrial grade flamethrower. With gelled (thickened) fuel:



Homemade backpack (fuel+inert gas propellant) awesomeness with various fuel blends:



The closest equivalent of a portable version of the Martian heat ray from War of the Worlds: More homemade awesomeness:



Vicious, wind driven fast moving wildfire with extreme temperature curve. Footage taken from bunker fortified camera:



Feel free to submit your own!
 
It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame. He knew that when he returned to the firehouse, he might wink at himself, a minstrel man, burnt-corked, in the mirror. Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile still gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that. smile, it never ever went away, as long as he remembered.

- Fahrenheit 451 (By Ray Bradbury) Chapter 1: The Hearth and the Salamander


40 MINUTES of nonstop fire. Four structures fully engulfed and destroyed:



Demonstration of "flashover". A point during a fire where the ambient temperature reaches a certain level when EVERYTHING combustible in the region bursts into flame at once:



Accelerant fueled flashover: 39 seconds from ignition to full hellscape:



More HD flashover porn. Fully engulfed room:



ThrowFlame XL-18 military and industrial grade flamethrower. With gelled (thickened) fuel:



Homemade backpack (fuel+inert gas propellant) awesomeness with various fuel blends:



The closest equivalent of a portable version of the Martian heat ray from War of the Worlds: More homemade awesomeness:



Vicious, wind driven fast moving wildfire with extreme temperature curve. Footage taken from bunker fortified camera:



Feel free to submit your own!

Very Fkn Cool! U'd swear those Flames had a Consciousness with an Evil Disposition! RUN YA LTL MEATBAGS,OR I'M GONNA TURN YA INTO CRISPY CRITTERS!!! πŸ”₯πŸƒβ€β™‚οΈπŸƒβ€β™€οΈπŸ”₯
LOL,🀣...SP
 
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You would have to be out of your fucking mind to be messing around with a homemade flamethrower. Gasoline and Kerosine? Only a PYRO nutjob would have any interest. I challenge nuts like this to spend the day at a Shriner's hospital for burned children, watch them get their bandages changed and listen to the heart-rending screams of pain. If you are that fucking stupid, then you deserve to get immolated yourselves!
 
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