Kershaws are indeed quite practical for security. When it comes to self-defense however, especially if it's a life or death situation, I prefer a serpentine shiv because the wounds such blades cause don't close easily. I learned this from my superior when I still served in the Bundeswehr. Aside from that they look elegant too ^^
https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/H0cba491...ser-EDC-Schneiden-Werkzeuge.jpg_Q90.jpg_.webp
Too chaotic and disorderly for my taste. I like something with more rythm and melody.
Low dose dissos feel great actually. Completely forgot to mention that, even though I take them rarely.
No, I'm into what in german is called "Schwarze Romantik" (dark romanticism).
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipe...z_Two_Young_Girls_or_the_Beautiful_Rosine.jpg
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipe...es_-_Witches_Sabbath_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg
https://der-schwarze-planet.de/word...ann-Heinrich-Fuessli-thor-midgardschlange.jpg
I'm planning to create an album of all my knives once I have bought proper glass cabinets to showcase them.
My most recent purchase is a cool kitchen knife with a shark fin aesthetic from FrostFerrumForge:
I actually use this one in my kitchen. It's an absolute eyecatcher when my friends visit me.
I also bought a small and slick version of that knife for decoration.
Long story short: when I started my career in the military, me and a couple of people in our battalion became friends and tried an extremely long acting hallucinogenic drug (can't remember exactly what it was) during a night where we were not on active duty. I was actually suprised that someone offered us psychedelics as it is not really considered to be a "soldier drug". Amps, benzos and opis were common but not psychedelics. Anyway, we became curious and decided to try it out. During that time I had the wrong ideas about psychedelics. I thought it just makes you see cool and outlandish stuff. I wasn't aware that it can actually cause delusions, horror trips and bring subconscious baggage to the conscious mind. I have only hazy memories of that night but eventually something happened, we were seperated and I was suddenly marching with another battalion of sober soldiers (lol) and the sergeant yelling something in a terrifying guttural voice that sounded like a zombie giving orders and the others around me repeating it. They sounded like the zombie hordes in Black Ops 1 (they actually sound funny in the game but not when tripping). I was somehow able to play along and appear calm and collected despite having the most intense anxiety attack of my life. Eventually, after what felt like many endless hours of marching and carrying boxes around, we were finally released and I somehow managed to find myself back in the barracks of my original battalion, took a bunch of benzos and woke up the next night with a halfway clear head.
Words can't really convey the horror I experienced and it took a couple of months until I was completely normal again, but since that event I never touched psychedelics again. Maybe one day I'll find the courage to try out a low dose of lsd or shrooms in a safe setting, but until then I will keep hating hallucinogenics with a passion.
Ofc we are my weird yellow friendo