How I became an armorer...

[Seriously Mike]

Armorer-y tales, part deux.
Call me an idiot, but when you're an office drone in Middle-Eastern Europe, you hardly can afford a car of your own. Hence I'm limited to mass transit and so (here's the reason you may call me an idiot) I had to lug a four-foot gun case, a gunbag and a large framed backpack, all full of replica guns, on a bus, all the way across town to an old grain silo complex turned into an extreme sports park.
Photoshoot theme: Cyberpunk. That meant I wasn't the only one with a lot of work to do (since I traditionally decided to double as a model), as our two awesome make-up artists had their hands full as well (coming up with such ingenious devices as light-up cybernetic implants running off cellphone batteries). Of course I got welcomed by "Oh, our armorer's finally here, if you want guns, go and ask him" and all my stuff was quickly distributed among the models. Even a Blade Runner blaster made from a $3 plastic toy (with a working laser pointer, go figure...) was taken. I reserved the Muzzelite 10/22 (yes, they do make an airsoft version of the 10/22!) and USP for myself, strapped on my flatmate's knockoff Eagle vest, slapped some prosthetic makeup on with the help of our indispensable MUAs and went posing. Here's a result, and if you want I may post other photos too.
Later it turned out that the L86 proved to be a bit much for our models (some of them brought their own replicas anyway) and I took it myself for a couple of shots. And then, suddenly, the 5' girl I mentioned before turned up and asked if someone already took my 8" handcannon - and since it was still laying on the prop table, I gave it to her again.
Of course, before I post photos, I have to warn the more nervous of you about our trigger discipline and knowledge of firing stances (lack of both, more precisely ), but hey, we aren't doing this for money, we're just goofing off for fun.