A friend of mine sent me a post on there and I started to look through the subreddit because I vaguely remember seeing it years ago, but never checking it out. I really just dont get it though.

Half of the posts are:

"im a rich STEM student and here is my edc: Glock, 10 knives, flashlight, unused multitool, navy seal operator wallet, and a nanotech fuckite steel carbon bulletproof backed phone case. also a tacticool watch that costs my entire semester tuition"

and the other half are:

"here is what I edc at my boring office job: my pistol with 30 different attachments on it (including 10 different lasers and quick reload magazines), knife, bigger knife, smaller knife, tactical notepad with speed release stainless steel pen, flashlight with a hidden knife in the bottom of it, and an unopened tin of Copenhagens that expired 2 years ago"

I genuinely dont understand, at most these people will only ever use their overpriced flashlight. Are they trying to brand themselves or make themselves more masculine or something? What am I not getting?

is it a blue collar vs white collar thing? I genuinely cant imagine dropping hundreds on tools that you will never use

  • buh [she/her]
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    3 years ago

    They have a "tryhard" tag that only gets put on a relative few posts, which is strange to me since everyone who posts there is a tryhard

    • Ploumeister [he/him]
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      3 years ago

      Carrying 10 pounds of shit in my pockets at all times, get into a predicament with my neighbor because his grass is 1/4 of an inch too long, go to pull my glock out of my holster and five out of the fifteen attachments I have on it get caught on my belt causing my to accidentally shoot my left testicle off. I stumble as I realize what’s happened, the combination of my severe beer gut and the junk in my pocket causing me to trip. I attempt to catch myself but it’s too late I land on my right side, the four color coordinated knives I keep in my tan cargo shorts right pocket stab directly into my femoral artery. I roll over as my vision fades to black the last image I see is my McMansion, my lawn mower, and my white monster energy can. I die with a smile on my face for I have died in the land of the free.