MAD UNCLE SHOO and His Ol' Loudmouth
Uncle Shoo is an old, fat farmer who lives on a ranch somewhere in Texas.
"Ain’t no problem a big enough explosion can’t fix."
When the world went to hell, Mad Uncle Shoo didn’t flinch. He didn’t lock his doors. He didn’t hide in a basement. He just stepped onto his rotting porch, squinted at the undead swarm, and said:
"Alright, you rotting bastards… Time to feed the dirt."
THE WEAPON OF CHAOS – "OL' LOUDMOUTH"
While others scavenged for guns, Shoo remembered he had hands, a brain, and absolutely no regard for safety. So he stomped into his old shed, spent three hours swearing and drinking moonshine, and came out with his masterpiece—the most batshit insane grenade launcher ever built.
Barrel: A rotting sewer pipe. Smells worse than a corpse, but launches canned death with enough force to level trees.
Drum: An old cooking pot. Shoo scraped off some old pasta stains and crammed six fully-loaded cans of pure destruction inside.
Ammo: Rusty tin cans packed with gunpowder, nails, and spite.
Grip and Stock: A combination of an old (garden) hoe and a gas pump nozzle. Now, every time Shoo pulls the trigger, "Ol' Loudmouth" screams like a broken gas station speaker.
Front Grip: An old can opener. Worn smooth from years of use, it's barely functional now, but it’s perfect for gripping during a full-throttle blast.
Sight: Two rusted halves of a circular saw blade. Not exactly precise, but Shoo doesn’t aim—he just fires and enjoys the fireworks.
WHO IS UNCLE SHOO?
Uncle Shoo is a walking nightmare for anything dumb enough to try and take a bite out of him. He’s old, mean, and has no idea how weapons are supposed to work but that’s never stopped him before. He drinks moonshine instead of water, curses instead of breathing, and falls asleep only to the sound of distant explosions and his own snoring.
His philosophy is simple:
"If it moves – shoot it."
"If it keeps moving – shoot it again."
"If you’re out of ammo – beat it to death."
Now, with the undead swarming his land, Shoo isn’t scared. He’s pissed.
"THIS IS MY RANCH, YOU ROTTING SACKS OF SHIT. AND I’M SERVING UP A HOT PLATE OF NAILS AND GUNPOWDER."
Alright now after such a vivid introduction of the character, story, and setting, let me present my idea properly. I decided to create a post-apocalyptic grenade launcher, using the existing grenade launchers RG-6 Pitbull and Milkor MGL as a base and main inspiration. After considering what its shapes might look like and what could be used in place of the parts from makeshift materials in a post-apocalyptic world, I created the Photobash:
