#Gun Buster

[posthumanwanderings]

A FPS Arcade Game? Taito's Gun Buster! Arcade History That Beat Wolfenstein 3D to Gamers!

[midnight-in-santa-carla]

I have such a soft spot for Buster McHenry. Kiefer is just so pretty in this film and I was dying to draw that moustache!

[lemonisntreal]

What'cha got there pal??? [loaded firearm]

[Bonus LMAO]

[hotvintagepoll]

I'd like to think that if you told any of these vintage sexymen that people are fighting over which one of them is the fuckablest in the year 2023 all of them would just be happy to be included.

I'd like to think they'd fight each other to the death

[kaontic]

Isn’t it kind of insane how like 3/4ths of the G1 Decepticon High Command, could hypothetically fit on a goddamn table? Or a bed *shudders*.

Like these guys could straight up break into your house while you sleep. Let that sink in.

Fortunately, this particular residence (one of a few I’m sure) merely belongs to that one rich guy—what was his name? Burger? Something like that? 🤔

Point is, nobody’s there. They squattin’ and about to commence a “meeting” (as in, party ‘til everyone blacks out).

Lol not me fantasizing about a semi-Crackformers-esque AU capitalizin’ on this. 😂

But just think of the amount of escapades they could get themselves into, and with it bein’ the 80s, they would be able to get away with A LOT (I mean, more than they already do).

PS: The Insecticons got flicked off the table on account of them startin’ to eat it. :P

I feel like the TFwiki would comment on this something along the lines of “Buster, blink twice if you need rescue”. 😭

Thankfully Reflector ain’t gonna let his homie Thundercracker down like that.

[nocternalrandomness]

Low angle strafing at the Goldwater Range in Southern Arizona

[sangiez-ng]

Spamton Neo armed w/ a gun doodle! (Ft. spamgels who are also armed)

[ladychandraofthemoone]

*tosses this & runs* Asuka Falcon in my TttexMecha AU, surely nothing bad will happen to him…foreshadowing noises :)))))……

Bonus monochromatic version cause I liked it.

[exdeputysonso]

Coney Island (1917)

[justbusterkeaton]

Buster is shown how the machine gun works in a behind the scenes shot from The Cameraman 1928

[zipzapzopzoop]

There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 13: Search and Rescue

(Disclaimer: This chapter features violence, gun violence, and (attempted) kidnapping. Read at your own risk.)

The stoplight had just turned green when Buster suddenly leapt from the car window, taking off and disappearing into the midday crowds. 

Gaston slammed down on the break, getting a loud honk from the cars behind him. “Buster!” Tallulah almost ran out into the road after him, but Gaston grabbed her arm before she could. 

“Don’t!”

By the time they pulled the car around to search, Buster was nowhere to be found.

——————

Carl was starting to get worried. Well for one, he’d shut down if he didn’t charge soon, and charging tends to be quite difficult when the device that charges you hasn’t been invented yet. There was also the tiny little detail that Wilbur - the boy he’d been instructed to protect since the day he was born - was completely missing.

Carl froze when a thought dawned on him. 

...What if he’s the only one who was sent here? What if Wilbur was still in 2037?

Robots shouldn’t physically be able to feel anxious, and yet somehow he did.

No, no. That’s just stupid. Why would he be sent here and not Wilbur? And besides! If somehow he was the only one here, he could just go find Lewis and get him to build him a charging port! Right…? That shouldn’t break any rules, right?

Carl paused again. The more he tried to think of how they got there, the more he realized he couldn’t remember traveling over at all. How did they even get here? He didn’t climb in the time machine, that’s for sure. Dad instructed him to never touch it. And unlike Wilbur, Carl actually listened to instruction.

A warning beep sounded off, reminding him of his limited power.

Carl picked up his pace and headed towards the school. 

If he couldn’t find Wilbur, at least he could find Lewis.

——————

The dark figure sat atop the building, brooding eyes watching over the city below. It was bustling with nightlife, car horns and sirens and laughter and cheering sounding from below. He shook his head and muttered to himself. How could he go on after the mistake he made? 

Dropping a fresh pizza face DOWN on the pavement? What kind of barbarian does that?

Art stood off the crate and noticed all the tallies on it. There was a heart on the most recent tally. Huh. Wonder what that was all about.

He made his way down the fire escape. He had failed the public once, he will not do it again.

Art headed down the sidewalk when he heard barking. Round the corner flew Buster, looking frazzled. Art kneeled down to check the tag, but the little dog had no time for that. He was in a tizzy, barking and yapping and tugging at the pizza man’s boot. Suddenly, it clicked.

“What’ve you got, boy? Lead the way!”

——————

The first thing Art heard was yelling. 

As the pair came rushing around the corner, they saw a commotion at the back of the dark alleyway. Without a moment to lose, Art charged in at full speed. Buster ran ahead and stood between the assailants and their victim, his hackles raised and teeth bared. 

Art grabbed the first man and slammed him into the metal dumpster and to the floor, his head making a painful thud against the ground when he fell. The second man pulled out a handgun, but wasn’t quick enough to stop the spaceman from grabbing his wrists and pointing them upwards. A gunshot rang out, a spark briefly lighting where the bullet ricocheted off one of the fire escapes above. The gunman could only drop his weapon when Art hoisted him up in the air by his wrists, only to yank him back down and crack his back painfully over Art’s knee. To the floor he fell in a bruised heap.

For good measure, Art scooped up both men and dropped them in the dumpster, closing the lid overtop. He patted his hands together at a job well done and turned to assess the victim caught up in all this.

When the spaceman looked over, he could see Buster licking at someone ensnared in a net. He was trying to get himself out, but without something sharp, there was little he could do. 

“Rest easy, civilian,” Art kneeled down to help. “Rescue has arrived. You’re in good hands.”

Through the net, the man stopped struggling and glanced up at him in shock.

“...Uncle Art?”

Art’s eyes widened and he quickly ripped open the netting.

“Laszlo!”

[mobagewithweapons]

saburo yamada is wielding a gun!

[its-to-the-death]

Fictional Weapon War Round 1

Portal Gun (Portal) vs Buster Sword (Final Fantasy VII)

Mod comments:

Saw some discourse on whether the portal gun counted as a weapon during the preliminaries. I decided to accept it so please leave that alone.

[nocternalrandomness]

[cchipollo]

BY THE POWER OF CINEMA!!