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M95 // Shannon Calvert

Home to around 40 billion stars, the barred spiral galaxy M95 is currently forming even more stars! Deep within its core is a star-forming ring that is forming stars at a rate of 0.4 solar masses per year.

Discovered by Méchain in 1781, Admiral William Smyth (1788-1865) called it a "lucid white nebula."

#astronomy #astrophotography #messier marathon #galaxy #spiral galaxy #barred spiral galaxy #star-forming galaxy #messier #messier 95 #M95 #NGC 3351 #leo

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Galactic Twins

An associated pair of spiral galaxies in the constellation of Leo.

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[married-to-a-redhead]

I finally received my shipment of 8x50r ammunition. This caliber has long been obsolete but I have two World War 1 guns that are chambered in that caliber - my Steyr Mannlicher M95’s.

The next range day is going to be awesome assuming the 128 year rifle doesn’t blow up when I shoot it for the first time.

#my collection #my photography #Steyr M95 #ww1 #austro hungarian empire #I love history #straight pull

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#rubber #rubber catsuit #cowl #crisiswear #gas mask #scott m95 #headset #rubber gloves #korrent city

[ferlinwaffen]

Barrett M95 Repetierbüchse

Eines der bekanntesten Scharfschützengewehre der Welt…

Das Unternehmen Barrett Firearms Manufacturing, Inc mit Sitz in den vereinigten Staaten von Amerika wurde von dem gleichnamigen Sportschützen Ronnie Barrett 1982 gegründet. Mit nur einem Ziel- eine von einer Person aus der Schulter abfeuerbare Repetierbüchse im Kaliber .50 BMG zu entwickeln, was ihm auch mit dem Barrett M82A1 gelang! Heute zählt das Untermehmen zu den weltweit führenden Rüstungsfirmen im Bereich Handfeuerwaffen, insbesondere im Kaliber .50 BMG, aber auch andere Long Range Kaliber und der Name Barrett steht dabei als Garant für militärische Haltbarkeit kombiniert mit auÃergwöhnlich hoher Präzision, Waffen kaufen deutschland.

Barrett M95 – DAS Scharfschützengewehr von Barrett. Das Barrett M95 ist ein bekanntes Anti-Materiel-Rifle des US-amerikanischen Herstellers Barrett Firearms im .50-BMG-Kaliber und für Einsatz-Distanzen von 900 – 1500 m ausgelegt. Das Barrett M95 wird seit 1995 produziert und ist eine Weiterentwicklung des Modells Barrett M90, welches eine für zivile Zwecke geeignete, einfachere und billigere Variante des bekannten Scharfschützengewehres Barrett M82A1 darstellte.

Im Unterschied zu seinem groÃen Bruder, dem weltweit bekannten M82A1, ist das Barrett M95 aber im Bullpup-Design konstruiert und kein Selbstlader! Das Barrett M95 repräsentiert die ideale Balance zwischen GröÃe und Leistung. Sein innovatives Bullpup-Design minimiert die Gesamtlänge der Waffe, ohne die ballistische Leistung und die Genauigkeit des bewährten .50-BMG-Kalibers zu beeinträchtigen.

Das M95 ist ein Repetier-Gewehr mit einem 5-Schuss-Magazin. Der hartverchromte, geflutete Lauf hat eine Lauflänge von 74 cm (29 Zoll) mit einer Drall-Länge von 1-15″ und einer hocheffizienten, dreiteiligen Mündungsfeuerbremse. Das Scharfschützengewehr von Barrett verfügt auÃerdem über eine 28,6 cm Picatinny-Schiene mit 27 MOA Vorneigung.

Der massive Verschluss des M95 wird von 3 Verriegelungswarzen im Lauf verriegelt und der ergonomisch optimierte Verschlusshebel ermöglicht ein schnelles Repetieren. Die Schaftkappe verfügt über ein stark absorbierendes RückstoÃ-Pad. Das Phosphat-Finish verspricht Robustheit und maximale Langlebigkeit.

Das kampferprobte Barrett Modell 95 ist der Gipfel der Einfachheit für anspruchsvolle, aktive Schützen, die höchste Präzision, Zuverlässigkeit und Leistung auf der Strecke oder im Kampf suchen. Dank des kompakten und leichten Bullpup-Designs hat das M95 nur eine Gesamtlänge von 114,3 cm (45 Zoll) und ein Gewicht von 10,7 kg! Perfekt für den schnellen und aktiven Einsatz!

Das kompakte Barrett M95 bietet die Geschwindigkeit und die Präzision eines 29-Zoll-Laufes in Kombination mit einer verkürzten Gesamtlänge von nur 114,3 cm (43 Zoll).

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Die wichtigsten Merkmale im Überblick:

Innovatives Bullpup-Design – repräsentiert die ideale Balance zwischen GröÃe und Leistung

Minimiert die Gesamtlänge, ohne die ballistische Leistung und Genauigkeit des .50-BMG-Kalibers zu beeinträchtigen

Hartverchromter, gefluteter Lauf mit Lauflänge von 74 cm (29 Zoll) und einem Drall von 1-15″

Hocheffiziente, dreiteilige Mündungsfeuerbremse

28,6 cm Picatinny-Schiene mit 27 MOA Vorneigung

Massiver Verschluss mit 3 Verriegelungswarzen

Phosphat-Finish für Robustheit und maximale Langlebigkeit

Schaftkappe mit stark absorbierendem RückstoÃ-Pad

Gesamtlänge von 114,3 cm (45 Zoll) und ein Gewicht von 10,7 kg

Geschwindigkeit und die Präzision eines 29-Zoll-Laufes in Kombination mit einer verkürzten Gesamtlänge

Perfekt für den schnellen und aktiven Einsatz

Eigenschaften “Barrett M95 Repetierbüchse”

#Barrett M95 Repetierbüchse

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I ask my house/roommate to have their guests to wear a mask when they visit

😷😷

hi there, I assume im not the asshole in this situation but its more I am unsure how to go about it. I (26nb) live with my aunt (55+f). I do not pay for my room, but I do do the majority of the housework and help out as much as I can, as well as paying for everything I use myself.

The main thing is that the house we're living in needs a bunch of renovations: a new roof, floors, etc. The house is just getting old, and it's natural.

Due to some autoimmune issues, I am on some immune suppressants; I make sure to wear an m95 mask whenever I go out and am fully vaccinated. I take every precaution I can because I'm relatively high risk for someone in my age/health category.

Now, with these two facts in place, it makes me nervous when we have workers over our house, workers who do not wear masks, and I don't know their vaccination status. I would like to ask my aunt to have them wear masks, but I don't know if it's my place. I'd be more than willing to supply/buy masks for anyone who enters the house, I just don't want to cause any possible issues between any workers and my aunt esp since it's her house. She also has friends visit sometimes, and I would like for them to wear masks too, but again, I'm just nervous about setting that boundary, esp since her friends are the "we're through the pandemic now, why should I have to" -type, even if my aunt is not.

I don't want to cause strife, but I also REALLY don't want to catch covid. And its not fun feeling unsafe in my own house, idk I assume I'm not the asshole but I've been wrong before.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[whump-card]

Forged Divinity Unnamed Sequel: Chapter 2

1446 words

CW: dead body, like a real nasty dead body, dissociation, memory loss, amnesia, anger issues, past TBI

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~~~

Enjolras decided, since Leannan was catatonic, that she need to investigate the body. Some sick, sorrowful part of her needed to know how Phineas had died, and Leannan wasn’t about to tell her. She took one last breath of fresh air before ducking back into the shack.

She avoided the body at first, opening a cabinet on the far wall. There were a couple small sacks of oats, but little else. She grabbed a handful out of one sack, letting it run through her fingers. It didn’t look contaminated, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t – Leannan’s Iowan immune system could handle a lot more than Phineas’ could have.

She cupped a hand under the tap of their water barrel, and dribbled some out into her palm. It looked clear. She couldn’t smell it, though, not with the overpowering stench of the corpse filling the room.

She tipped out the water and wiped her hand dry on her pant leg. Finally, reluctantly, she approached the corpse.

The bloat and maggots told her it had been around a week since Phineas had died. She couldn’t imagine what Leannan had gone through, how thoroughly he must have been in denial, to live next to a corpse that whole time.

She carefully pinched the blanket covering the majority of Phineas’ body and pulled it back. She immediately spotted what she was looking for.

Cloth bound their chest flat, as usual, but more strips were wrapped around their waist, strained dark with old, dried blood. Phineas had died of an injury – a slash or stab to the gut.

Enjolras threw the blanket beck over the body before she could digest any more details – the flies, the maggots, the no, don’t look – and covered Phineas’ mutilated face with it as well. Then she turned, and fled, stumbling out the door and gulping down fresh air, tears stinging her eyes.

If Leannan had been able to bandage up the injury while Phineas was still bleeding, still alive, that meant Phineas hadn’t died immediately. They had died slowly. The thought, the sight, the smell, it all made her nauseous.

Phineas was still a part of her, as horrible as they were. Rapist, arsonist, murderer, yes. Her little sibling? Also yes.

Her eyes settled on Leannan where he sat on the ground, and she quickly brushed away her tears. She couldn’t spare the time to mourn right now. She needed to get Leannan home, before anything else went wrong.

“Leannan?” She touched his shoulder. He was still… gone, his empty gaze resting on the ground. She scooped her hands under his arms and lifted him to his feet, then led him by the arm over to the pickup truck. This, finally, seemed to rouse him.

“Are we leaving?” he asked.

“Yes,” Enjolras said.

“Is Phineas coming with us?”

Enjolras’ heart sank. Something was really, really wrong with Leannan.

“Uh… Yeah. They’re riding in the back. Can you get in?” She opened the passenger door for him.

“Mhm.” He climbed into the cab, and Enjolras shut the door. Then she looked back at the shack.

A part of her wanted to do something – to bury Phineas, maybe. But the ground was dry and hard-packed, and full of rocks, and she didn’t have a shovel anyway. It didn’t feel right to just leave them there, to be scavenged by animals, but there was nothing she could do.

Then she remembered the gun.

She steeled herself, and went back into the shack and looked around. It wasn’t immediately visible, but there were only so many places it could hide. She found it soon enough, tucked behind the cabinet: the Barrett M95 sniper rifle. She slung it over her shoulder, not bothering to search for the ammo. She just wanted to have it, not to shoot it.

It was Mom’s. She couldn’t leave it there.

She stashed it in the bed of the pickup, and glanced back at the shack one last time.

She wished she could make it right. But things had gone wrong a long, long time ago.

~~~

Leannan slept as they drove, leaning his head against the window again. Enjolras couldn’t help but glance at him constantly, trying to take in every detail while still watching the road.

He still wore the clothes he had taken with him when he left Goat Island. They were weathered and dirty now, and too big on him. The scar on his left temple looked like a gnarled lightning strike or tree branch growing out of his hairline. The soles of his boots were peeling away from the uppers. He was tanned and freckled, and his hair was sun-bleached even paler than it had been when they first met. There was dirt under his fingernails, and crusted into the lines of his face.

They had been driving for about two hours when Leannan awake with a small yelp, and started looking around frantically.

“Hej, what…?” Enjolras started.

“Where’s Phineas?” Leannan demanded.

Enjolras couldn’t answer. She kept her eyes on the road, her jaw clenched.

“Where’s Phineas?!” shouted Leannan.

“They died, Leannan,” Enjolras said quietly.

“No! No, you left them behind! You left them behind on purpose!” Leannan was working himself up into a frenzy, “You promised! You promised they could come with us! You lied to me!”

“Phineas is dead.”

“Fuck you!” Leannan shrieked, with a level of vitriol Enjolras had never heard from him before, “Fuck you! I hate you!”

Without warning, Leannan grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it to the side. Enjolras slammed on the brakes to keep them from careening off the road. While she was occupied getting the car back under control, Leannan flung his door open and jumped out of the slow-moving vehicle.

“Leannan!” Enjolras shouted. She finally got the car to stop and threw it into park, then jumped out to follow him. He was running back down the road towards where they came.

“Leannan!” She caught up with him easily, between her taller height, better nutrition, and better shoes, and grabbed his arm. “Leannan, stop!”

He swung around and punched her in the face. It was a pretty weak punch, but it surprised her nonetheless.

“I hate you!” he screamed, twisting in her grip, “You always ruin everything!”

Those were Phineas’ words. Enjolras would recognize them anywhere. She pulled Leannan close and wrapped her arms around him, pinning his arms to his sides, his back to her chest.

“I’m sorry, Leannan, but I need to take you home!” she said through gritted teeth.

Leannan screamed wordlessly in return, struggling like a wild animal.

“Don’t you want to see Shannon again?” Enjolras coaxed.

“Not… without… Phineas!” Leannan insisted in between attempts to twist himself free. Enjolras held him tighter.

“Leannan,” she felt a lump rise in her throat, “Phineas is dead!”

Leannan paused his fighting, panting hard. Enjolras could feel his thin body swell and deflate in her arms with each breath, rife with panic and anger. She felt the anger fade.

“I didn’t mean to,” Leannan whimpered.

Enjolras carefully loosened her grip.

“Didn’t mean to what?” she asked softly, already anticipating the answer.

“I just get really angry, sometimes, now, and I don’t know why, and Phineas was being a real jerk, and I just wanted them to stop…” Leannan’s words dissolved into soft, hiccuping cries.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is!” Leannan wailed, “It’s always my fault!”

Enjolras released him fully, turning him around to face her.

“When did you start getting angry?” she asked.

“When I got hit… in the head,” Leannan gulped, his hand going to the scar on his temple, “Phineas says it made me stupid and weird.”

“Do you remember what happened?”

“No,” Leannan shook his head miserably, “Phineas says it was an accident.”

Enjolras tallied up the symptoms. Memory loss. Mood swings. Disorientation. A bad enough head injury, combined with some psychological trauma, would certainly explain everything.

“Leannan, I promise it’s not your fault.”

Leannan frowned up at her.

“You also promised you’d take Phineas with us!”

Enjolras sighed.

“I would have, I really would, if Phineas had been alive. But they’re not, they’re dead, they couldn’t come with.”

Leannan’s red-rimmed eyes drifted to stare past her. For a moment Enjolras was afraid that had dissociated again at the mention of Phineas’ death, but then he spoke.

“What am I supposed to do now?” he whispered.

“Come home with me,” Enjolras offered, “We’ll take care of you.”

He slowly shifted forward and, to her surprise, leaned against her, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

“You’ll take care of me?” he murmured, muffled by her shirt.

“Yeah,” she patted his back, “We will.”

~~~

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[captain-price-unofficially]

Indian soldier with a bullpup M95

#modern

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M95 (right) and M96 (left) // David Cheng

M95 and M96, along with M105 and several other galaxies, make up the M96 Group. An interaction between M96 and NGC 3384 (not shown) happened about a billion years ago. This drew out a huge cold ring of hydrogen gas into the group environment stretching out across 650,000 light years of space.

#astronomy #astrophotography #messier marathon #galaxy group #M96 Group #galaxy #spiral galaxy #barred spiral galaxy #star-forming galaxy #messier #messier 95 #messier 96 #M95 #M96 #NGC 3351 #NGC 3368 #leo

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Barrett M95 - 9×39mm

#gunblr #guns #rifle

[falled-over]

sexualise the m95 ?

#all mine

[viktorviolettaenterprises]

AUSTRO-HUNGARIAN WW1 WEAPONS Shoutout To @lilis-palace & @chere-indolante For Making Such Great WW1 Uniform Download Link Here

Note: While in reality The Astro-Hungarian Empire Weapons during the Great War Are Hodgepodge of Armament With German Empire weapons that Covered in our Previous Post. This Post Was covering the Homegrown Weapons From Astro-Hungarian Empire that used During WW1 Despite one of them Are Never Actually Exist in Real life. Mannlicher M1895 The Mannlicher M1895 is an Austro-Hungarian bolt-action  rifle, developed and designed by Ferdinand Ritter Von Mannlicher. It  features a straight-pull bolt-action feeding from single-column magazine  fed by en-bloc 5-round clips. The long rifle features a 30.1" barrel,  and the carbine a 19" barrel. Both rifle and carbine feature a  single-piece stock with full-length handguard. It fires the 8x50mmR  cartridge. The rifle was produced at Österreichische  Waffenfabriks-Gesellschaft, Steyr, from 1896 to 1918, and Fegyver és  Gépgyár Rt. ("Arms and Machine Manufacturing Company") in Budapest from  1897 to 1918. Over 3,000,000 rifles were produced, roughly 75% at Steyr.  Bulgaria purchased many M95s, beginning in 1903. It was the primary  battle rifle of the Austro-Hungarian Landwehr and the Bulgarian Army  during World War I, and continued to serve the postwar Austrian,  Hungarian, and Bulgarian armies. Atleast until World War II Frommer Stop The Frommer Stop is a semi-automatic pistol produced in 1912 by Fegyver- és Gépgyártó Részvénytársaság ("Arms and Machine Manufacturing Company")  Known As FÉG of Hungary. It was used throughout World War I and World War II by the Hungarian Armed Forces. Designer Rudolf Frommer adapted the design from another pistol that fired .32 ACP (7.65mm) from a seven-round detachable magazine.  The weapon is unusual among automatic pistols in using a long-recoil system of operation. The Frommer Stop was available in 2 proprietary cartridges, similar to the .32 and .380 ACP, respectively. However, the Stop's cartridges had more powder and fired a heavier bullet. The Stop could fire regular .32 and .380 rounds, though, with less reliability. The Standschütze Hellriegel 1915 The Hellriegel 1915 is a prototype water-cooled submachine gun for or by the Austro-Hungarian reserves (Standschützen) during World War I, by a designer identified only as "Hellriegel". The weapon could be fed from either box magazines or chute-fed. A highly obscure weapon, no complete examples are known to still exist, no documentation remains, the only remaining evidence being three  photographs dated October 1915 depicting the weapon being tested. As a result, its operating mechanisms and development history are pure speculation. Its apparent automatic fire capability and pistol caliber  would make it one of the earliest sub machine gun designs in history.

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M95 with Supernova

Credits: Adam Block, Mt. Lemmon SkyCenter, University of Arizona

#nature #space #astrophotography

[fourfish001]

My favorites Titan Hunters.. M95 n S90. wish i could achieve achievesuch clean tight wraps.. redid the S90 in 275lb paracord as it fits the hand so much better... not nearly as tidy as Chris at catapult catapult carnage

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Hello there. I have a question, or rather a doubt, regarding long arms specifically. Are bolt-action rifles more powerful than, say, semi-automatic ones since they use the entirety of the energy to propel the bullet and send it downrange instead of redirecting the gasses to cycle the action and chamber the next round? And would it be useful or feasible at all to have a precision rifle that could work as a semiauto/straight-pull bolt-action by choosing its operation at will? Excellent work, BTW

If I just take the question, “are bolt action rifles more powerful than semi-auto rifles?” Not really, but that comes with a lot of caveats.

You do lose power from the gas tap. But, the power loss from a semi-auto rifle can be more than compensated for by mounting a slightly longer barrel. More than that, and this is really important to remember, it doesn't matter. If you take a high power rifle round fired from the next zip code over, it will not matter if it was coming from a bolt or a semi-auto, it will still wreck your day. When you're discussing the amount of power behind a bullet, you're really worried about how far you can throw a chunk of metal, it's not like the gun does less damage on impact.

Similarly, bolt-action rifles often have a reputation for being more accurate, and again, this is kind of true, but it's a little misleading. As with the power loss from bolt to semi, the accuracy loss on a precision semi-auto not particularly significant.

The central differences that results in larger discrepancies, is that, with all things being equal, bolt action rifles are lighter, and cheaper than semi-auto ones. (Technically, the, “cheaper,” benefit comes from them being mechanically simpler, which also results in a more reliable rifle, as there's less that can go wrong.) This means, you can mount a heavier barrel, which in turn can support higher pressure rounds. (Either, larger caliber, or just hotter variants of the same rounds.)

For example, the Barret M82 is a semi-auto .50 cal anti material rifle, it weighs about 30lbs. The Barret M95 is a bolt-action equivalent, and weighs slightly over 20lbs. And, when mounted with their standard 29” barrels, they have roughly the same effective range (slightly over a mile.)

While you're sitting here thinking about the relative accuracy and the value of a bolt action, remember that the record for longest range sniper kill set in 1967 using a scoped Browning M2 (at 2500yds) stood for over 35 years until it was unseated by someone using a Tac-50.

There's a real danger with firearms in thinking that the relative differences between gun designs are far more extreme than they actually are. In the Vietnam War, a sniper sitting on a machine gun, set a world record for their long range kill that stood until 2002. When we you're seeing someone saying, “x is more reliable than y,” or, “x is more accurate than y,” understand that these are usually incredibly minor differences.

Now, when you start talking, specifically, about sniper rifles, then you get into a situation where those tiny accuracy and power differences start to become more significant. When you're looking at sending a round more than a mile away, yes, an almost imperceptible difference in accuracy can become the difference between hitting or missing a human sized target. Of course, at those ranges, inclement weather, and the rotation of the Earth can throw off your aim, so there is a lot to consider, and there is a reason why the Tac-50, in spite of being a bolt action, is still a fifteen-thousand dollar gun.

As for your solution, those exist. Technically in two different forms, with very different intentions behind them.

What you're not talking about (nor explicitly interested in) are semi-automatic firearms designed with the ability to lock the bolt closed. The Makarov PB and some prototypes for the Mk23 SOCOM (which would eventually become the H&K USP) come to mind as immediate examples. Notably, these are both handguns, intended for clandestine use, and the reason the bolt can be locked closed, and then manually cycled by the user, is to reduce the noise made by the pistol when firing. (As a general rule, it's harder to suppress a handgun, than a rifle, because of the shorter barrel. You need to deal with more unburnt gas trying to escape), so locking the bolt, and preventing gas from venting out the action is one place you can cut the sound dramatically. I could swear there's a late Soviet era rifle with a similar design, but I can't remember what it is (and I'm relatively sure it's not one of the 9x39s. Though, I might be thinking of an AS Val or VSS Vintorez prototype variant that never made it into production.)

Hybrid-semi auto/bolt action rifles were experimented with in the first half of the 20thcentury. The only specific example I can point to off hand, is the SIG SK-46. This was a semi-automatic rifle, with a visible bolt. When the bolt was lowered, the rifle operated semi-automatically, while rotating the bolt up would lock the bolt... into the bolt... yeah, conventional firearms terminology stumbles a bit here, because most guns don't have two separate bolts. So, bare with me. Locking the bolts together would, engage a gas cutoff, and at that point the rifle would function as a straight-pull bolt-action rifle.

My understanding is that there were Italian and Swedish experiments with hybrid-semi/bolt action rifles, and I suspect there were other experiments with this idea, that are far more obscure.

I don't have any concrete explanation for why these rifles never saw widespread use, but I can guess. Remember that two of the major advantages for the Bolt-action rifles were their lower weight and mechanical simplicity. In the case of the SK-46, it's actually more complex than a contemporary semi-auto rifle. So, it amplifies the disadvantages of a semi-auto rifle of its day, without really replicating the benefits of a bolt-action. It's important to remember, there were less than 20 SK-46 prototypes made, so I'm looking at a video of Ian McCollum taking one apart, somewhat obviously, I've never even seen one in person. (And, judging by the content of the video, it sounds like this is one case where he doesn't have much background either.)

These hybrid rifles existed, but as far as I know, none really made it out of experimental testing. As I said earlier, I can guess why, but as far as I've ever seen, most of these experiments weren't particularly well documented publicly. This suggests, to me, that the experiments did not provide any meaningful value, and were quietly scrapped.

As a fun aside, if you're a sniper, you probably do not want a straight-pull bolt-action. The reason is, these have a bad habit of the bolt kicking into your face if you try to cycle it while maintaining a sight picture. You need to pull your head away from the rifle to cycle it, meaning you lose sight on the target. (Or, you can let the bolt bash your teeth in. That's technically an option as well.)

The short answer is that, first the differences aren't that extreme, and second the hybrid rifles did exist, but never made it out of prototypes.

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