Okay guys, So good news, I bought my first AK. And even got a few boxes of ammo to go with it. Overall, this will be my last big purchase for awhile. I'm planning on getting a smith and wesson model 10 next. And then after that a shotgun. Especially since I'm trying to get into duck hunting. The rest are for home defense and fun.

Winter had found Jem. And he was currently having a blast. She had been worried sick. She knew he was capable of surviving on his own. But she never expected to see him going Rambo on a horde of Grimm. She could have sworn he had a boner the entire time. When her ship came in, he almost seemed disappointed when the turrets started exterminating all the Grimm around him.

"This world is awesome!" Jem said as he hefted Ruby Ridge over his shoulder like Arnold in Commando.

"I'm...glad you think so..." Winter honestly didn't have a response to that.

"Don't get me wrong, its terrible whats going on, but I have never felt such a rush in my life! I mean some of them just blew up into ash!" Jem was going on and on about how much of a good time he was having.

Winter was almost disturbed, usually most huntsman or even Civilians were terrified of Grimm when they first encountered them. Jem however was riding the gravy train on biscuit wheels. She could hardly believe it. He had been lucky he hadn't been killed! Why didn't they...

"Wait...you enjoyed that?" She asked as he nodded.

"Hell yeah!" She thought about it for a minute.

"Could...could it be the Grimm sensed he was positive and were turned off by it?" Winter shook her head of the thought. That was just plain idiotic.

"Hey Winter, can I man a turret?" He asked as he pointed over to one spot that was completely open.

Winter thought it over for a second. On one hand Jem had never been trained in Atlesian weaponry. On the other hand, she couldn't exactly turn away help when she needed it. And knowing Jem he would have it figured out in a second.

"I suppose you can." She honestly wasn't expecting Jem to be as giddy as he was.

"OH HELL YEAH!" He practically tap danced his ass all the way to the turret.

He made his way into the gunners chair. He almost melted at the HUD like he was in a video game. And as soon as he felt that turret move for the first time. He knew he was going to have a good time.

"You know, at this point I would feel like a Mary Sue for doing the right thing..." Jem was still worried about being one of those overly douchey characters.

He knew he wasn't actually a character on RWBY, but considering the reality he was living now, he didn't know what to think. And while he was feeling like it was way too easy for him to get away from those Grimm, he was going to enjoy EVERY second of being a turret gunner.

CHA CHUNK

He swore to god he felt his dick move when he pulled the charging handle back on what was essentially a big ass ma deuce.

And thats when he noticed it.

Four big ass barrels.

A gunners seat.

And he swore to god he could hear the angels singing.

HE WAS IN A QUAD 50.

ON A PLANE.

"This...This..." Jem almost felt like crying in joy.

"This is the best day of my life!"

He didn't care if he died now. Because he would die happy.

Okay sadly, I got no motivation to write the rest of this chapter. So screw it, I'm cutting it here, and get to the actual plotline later.

Anyways guys, so I think I'm gonna move to Wisconsin, its so much cheaper than Illinois, and Fleet Farm is awesome. For the first time in a long time I was able to find 7.62x39mm without having to go online or to a gun store, and I also got som 9mm, 38 special, and some 5.56.

After I get a SW model ten, then I'm focusing on hunting rifles, specifically a deer rifle and a 22lr for squirrel hunting.

My dads letting me borrow his 12 guage for duck hunting. So I'm all set.

Life is good.