Low-profile folder knives?

Looking for a good low-profile folder. Good for tactical (self-defense) and/or utility. Plain edge only, no preference on steel. As close to 3.5 inches as possible, but nothing over 3.5 inches, due to local laws. I have found, that interest me:

Spyderco Caly3 Carbon Fiber (perfect deep pocket wire clip)
Al Mar Mini Sere (Regular Sere is barely too long, 3.6 inches)
SOG: Aegis (Perfect 3.5inches, but quality?)
Surefire Delta (Looks like the best of all, but wow it’s expensive…)

What do you think would be the best out of those and are there any other good ones? Most importantly, I want the deep pocket clip… They are more comfortable and low-profile. OR, I guess a fixed blade would work well too as long as it’s low-profile and comfortable… I basically want to forget I even have it.

Is it illegal to carry a knife whose blade flips out at…?

In the state of South Carolina, is it illegal to carry a knife whose blade flips out at the press of a button? The blade is right at 4 inches long and I heard it is illegal to own a switchblade. In my mind, a switchblade is the type of spring loaded knife where the blade shoots straight up from inside a closed handle.

My blade swings out, like a regular pocket knife, just using a spring instead a flick of the thumb. It has a safety on it that keeps it from opening in your pocket and such, and it also locks into place when open. It doesn’t have a serrated edge, although the back side of the blade has decorative cuts that look almost like a serrated pattern.

I walk late at night and I never carried any kind of weapon until I was followed home twice in one week. Luckily while they were circling around the neighborhood for another pass I made it inside without anyone seeing which house I went in to. I believe they were just concerned neighbors from the subdivision next to mine where I was walking, but it’s best to not take any chances. I’ve also had several dogs approach me, and while I’ve never had a problem with dogs being angry towards me, I don’t want a stray to B-line straight for me and bite my neck off while I have to just watch until I bleed out.

After this I started walking with a Heavy Duty Mag·lite. I walk 6 miles (or close to it; I measure my distance by time since I don’t have a pedometer or any other means to calculate my exact walking distance). I usually start walking between Midnight and 3 am and end by 6 am at the latest.

Of course, I occasionally have people yell and throw things at/near me, and I’ve also run into a couple of groups walking from one project to another, containing anywhere from 4 to 12 people, and they’re not always nice. I felt pretty safe with my Mag·Lite but I have since also started carrying a Gas Station key-chain knife that’s tiny (1.5" long, maybe).

I was already worried about carrying the small knife because I didn’t know the exact laws but after reading up it seems to be ok as long as I don’t use it in the commission of a crime. I get stopped usually around twice a week, sometimes the officer just asking me what I’m doing but other times getting a Terry pat or being fully searched (with permission). I get messed with more often than normal because there are so many policemen for our small town, they don’t recognize me. Add to that I live in a very nice neighborhood, which is surrounded by the ghetto and everyone assumes I’m walking over to get drugs or whatever else.

I would like to start carrying my new knife with me because I will feel much safer, but being that I get stopped so often I don’t want to go to jail for it. I feel like I have the right to carry some sort of protection… especially when I could walk around with a shotgun or rifle and be within the law, from what I have come to understand.

Does anyone know if this style of knife is legal to carry on your person, probably concealed in a pocket?

Attempting To Write Something Sinister. How Does This Sound?

Hey!!
so as the title suggests i was in a mood to try and write something really different to what i normally write. I just want to know if this sounds interesting and slightly creepy??

A bloody, pulsing heart lay at my feet, beating as if it were still inside the body of my former best friend. The colour alone was enough to make my stomach twist and turn my entire body weak. The heart, still warm, was twitching as it continued to beat. The sound got to me more than anything. The quick, double beat rhythm over and over again. Normal people wouldn’t have heard it, but then again I’m not normal. The steady beat was enough to drive my breathing over the edge. Bile shot up my throat and I had to turn away to avoid being sick all over the cold body of my deceased friend. The burning in my throat made me want to grab some water and down it in one, but I couldn’t. I had to stay with the body, with the heart, until Lynx could get here. Gathering my stomach back to where it should be, I slowly turned back to my friend; trying to remember everything I had been told. I was a Destroyer.
“Lay there, forever more. Blood be black, soul be red. May you rest now forever more, not in the heavens but in the Tank.” I pulled a dagger from my small bag and tightened my grip on the specially carved handle. Bile rose in my throat again but I couldn’t let it take hold. I had to finish the prayer before it’s too late. “Rest now forever more, may this dagger be the end. Show no fear.” The heart’s beating slowed down and my training kicked in. “Forever more!” Within a split second, my hand came swinging down and went straight into the heart. The blade sliced through swiftly and lodged in the ground beneath the heart. I’d pierced all the way through. Black blood gushed from the quickly dying heart and covered my bare hands. The disgusting organ shrivelled up to nothing more than a very old looking prune and I withdrew the blade. Black slime dripped from the knife as I held up it up so I could clean it on my already bloody shirt.
“I’ll take it from here.” A deep, husky voice spoke in my ear. Surprisingly, the voice didn’t scare me one bit. I was expecting him to show up. “You are dismissed, girl.” His accent was strong with a hint of Irish left in it, but it wasn’t funny at all. It was terrifying. Lynx looked at the prune size heart and then at the body. I stared at my friend, so cold, so alone, and swallowed hard. Her hair was still just as perfect as she always had it. Her pale, blue eyes were glossed over with death. Her body was sprawled roughly on the ground with a massive hole missing in her chest. They had pulled her heart out. Them. The Flies.
“T-thanks.” The dagger made its way back into the sheath on my belt, sleeping for the night. At the thought of having to walk away, all I wanted to do was crouch down with my murdered friend and pat her hand. No, I’d hold her hand, put two coins over her eyes for the Ferry Man and wait for her soul to leave her body. Unfortunately, if I touched her, I would awaken the curse and she would come back. But not as her former self. Not even as a shadow of her former self. She would awaken with no heart and be programmed to work for The Flies. Those bastards. First they killed my family. Then my friends. The only person left to kill was Lynx…but he was already dead.
“This corpse will be burned with you watching if you do not leave.” Lynx pulled a matchbox from his back pocket and lit the tiny, wooden stick. I didn’t leave. “So be it, Vivianna.” The flame licked at the wood but when he flicked it at the body, the flame engulfed my friend like petrol had just been poured everywhere. The smell of burning flesh was overpowering but I kept calm. I’d seen it all before. My friend’s body was suddenly swallowed by the flames and the screaming began. Her heart turned to ash and a howl of a scream escaped her dead lips. Her corpse roared, no shreiked, as the Change was forced to stop by the flames. My friend’d cry died off after a few seconds as her skin peeled away and turned to soot. It was gut wrenching and a lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t help but to throw up again but this time it didn’t matter where. The body was gone. And so was my very last friend in the world.

Sooooo??? what do you guys think??
I know it’s kinda confusing because i haven’t written what it’s about but basically a summary is:
People are getting killed by having their hearts ripped out by The Flies who then want to programme the bodies to fight on their side. The Flies are an organisation of people who want to basically get rid of all things creative. Music, painting, movies etc. A group of people called the Destroyers go round and ‘destroy’ the bodies before the change takes over.
So, what do you guys think?????
Would you read the story or not??
Oh and Lynx is already dead because he’s been Changed but Vivianna planted a microchip in him so he’s hi
just realised that there’s writing missing haha.
Lynx is dead because he was Changed but Vivianna planted a microchip in him so he’s back alive again. She couldn’t put the chip in her friend because it has to be done while the body is still warm. her friend had been dead for a while.
and yeah, i tried to space it out but there wasn’t enough room to do it =\ sorry about that

Sharpening Stone for Pocket Knife Question?

What is the best Sharpening stone to Sharpen a High Carbon Steel Pocket Knife. Im thinking of a Wet Stone and what is the best grit to keep it sharp.

What is the best technique to sharpen it, I
Ive watched a few ways on youtube and when they sharpen in they slide it forward going with the blade, but my Grandfather slides in back when sharpening. which way is better.

If you dont understand I will try give you a better example

Youtube People- Just say the sharp part of the blade is on your right , when they sharpen it they slide it go to the right ->

Grandfather way – The sharp part of blade is still on the right, but sharpens it by sliding it to the Left. <-
Which way is the best to sharpen it

what do you think of my story?

Chapter 1
The darkness was almost palpable. The only light was the dazzling light of the full moon. Two figures stood silhouetted by the moonlight in the middle of a broad corn field.
The plump and shorter of the two figures spoke in a shrill voice. “I tried my best, James.” The man he called James was his exact opposite. Tall, lean and ruggedly handsome. James considered this for a moment, and then replied in a deep masculine voice. “You realize of course Tom, that I don’t need you. The only reason you’re still alive is because you have remained in my good graces. Gave me good information.” Tom let out a barely audible whimper. A sinister grin spread across James face. “Do not fear, I will take care of you as long as you answer my question. James said to Tom, who was now trembling. “I told you I don’t know where he is, said Tom as he figure backed away from James. James took a couple steps forward.
“Let’s take a walk, Tom.” James said, patiently taking Tom by the arm. Tom looked frightened. “Where to?” Tom asked trying to keep his composure. “Just down the street, perhaps we could take a leisurely stroll down to your farm, and maybe your wife and daughters could be persuaded to answer my question. Tom fell to his knees at James’s feet. “Please, I’ll do anything you ask of me. You promised you wouldn’t hurt my family. James looked sickened by this act of begging. “Only people who are weak beg.” James said delivering a kick to Tom’s forehead, knocking him backwards and landing in a heap.
“Get to your feet, Tom. Let’s pay those lovely ladies a visit. Tom stood, a bruise already forming from the kick. “Kill me and leave my family alone, please?” Tom said pleading. James thought for a moment. “Okay, Tom. I’ll grant your wish.” Tom closed his eyes. Pale and trembling more than ever before, he got on his knees and waited to die.
James reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, rusty pocket knife. He put the blade against the front of Tom’s throat. “I’ll make a deal with you Tom,” James whispered in his ear. A chill went down Tom’s spine. “a-a deal?” Tom said in a shaky voice. “That’s right, If you let me have my way with your wife, I’ll never bother you or your family again,” James whispered. Toms mind raced, trying to find justice in accepting this deal. “You’ll never bother us again?” Asked Tom opening his eyes. “I’ll leave the country.” James said sincerely. Tom, desperate to save his, nodded in agreement. James took Tom’s hand and helped him to his feet. “I think you’ll come to find that I’m not as evil as you think me to be.”
“Come, Tom. Let’s make haste.” Said James as he began making his way to the street. In a spilt second, Tom saw his opportunity. He reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out a hand gun. He had loaded it before he had come to meet James. Five bangs sounded, breaking the silence of the night. James stopped in mid step. “You know, I had high hopes for you Tom,” said James turning to face Tom. Impossible, Tom thought. I thought it was only a rumor. How can a man take five bullets and be fine? “Some people just don’t know when to leave well enough alone, do they tom? James said as he walked over to Tom. Tom stood, paralyzed with fear.
James had a sinister look in his eyes. “Okay, here’s what I’m gonna have to do. I’m gonna kill you; your family and even the cockroaches that live in your walls! James said as he held his hand out in front of him, over the hand gun that lay on the ground between the two. The gun jumped into James’s hand, like metal to a magnet. James reached into his pocket and what he pulled out shocked Tom. One of the bullets that Tom had shot at him. “You underestimate me, “James said as he put the bullet in the gun. “But I admire your bravery my friend,” James said as a sixth bang sounded in the night air.

remember it’s a very rough draft. and don’t plagiarize

Schrade Old Timer 194 knife – Which one too buy ?

Im looking at buying a Schrade Old Timer 194 Pocket Knife, there are two that im looking at and I dont know which one is a better deal

1st One is AU 2 including shipping – It is made in 1990s-2004 Never Been Used

http://cgi.ebay.com.au/SCHRADE-USA-OLD-TIMER-194OT-TRAPPER-OLD-STOCK-UNUSED-/290497808644?pt=Collectible_Knives&hash=item43a304c904

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2nd one is AU 0 including shipping – It is made in 1988 never been used but comes in a Nice box with a Schrade Pouch.

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Good torture scene? If you are easily grossed out don't read.?

"I’m going to enjoy this. Every last second of it." 
The killer hovered above Nick and Chloe. The couple was strapped tightly to separate hospital gurneys and gagged with a rag to keep them from making any noise. They had no idea how they had gotten there.
The killer was wearing a mask, and a scary one at that. It was a monkey mask, something that normally wouldn’t have scared either of them, but tonight it might as well have been Jason or Freddy or Michael Myers in person. Somehow, It was the scariest thing either of them had ever seen.
"Do you remember me? I remember both of you. Oh, how you used to tease me and mess with my head." The killer’s voice was like ice, but he seemed happy.
Nick looked around the room. Chloe was half naked, only having her bra and panties on. He strained to look at himself. Judging from the air he felt, he guessed he just had his briefs on.
They weren’t in a hospital, as one might expect when you’re strapped to a gurney. No. They were in their home. 
The killer smiled under the mask. He pulled out a circular object from his pocket. There were ridges on three parts. He ran his finger across them. Sharp.
He flipped one edge out. It was a blade about two inches long. He flipped a second blade out. Then a third.
His smile now broke into a soft chuckle. He really was enjoying himself. This might have been the most fun he’d had for years, watching their terrified faces start to sweat and the tears come to their eyes.
He lifted the blade into the air, and Chloe whimpered. Exactly what he wanted.
"Good. You get cut first." His voice wasn’t joyful anymore. It was serious and as sharp as the blade he held in his hand. 
The killer put one of the blades to her face and made a long cut down her right cheek. He looked over at Nick. The man on the gurney was furious. He was screaming unintelligible obscenities from under the rag. "Don’t worry. You’re next, Nick. And don’t strain yourself on those straps. It will only make you more tired."
He took the knife away from Chloe’s face and walked over to Nick. He made the same cut on Nick. "They’re never going to find me. Not until I’m done."
He walked back over to Chloe. He made another long cut down her left cheek. He did the same to Nick. The cuts were deep enough to draw blood, but not to the point where they were gushing it. Just little lines of blood.
Blood. That’s what exited him, that’s what drove him. More than revenge he was getting, the tears coming from their eyes. Not even the fear they felt. It was the blood.
He made a cut on Chloe’s forehead. He walked to Nick and, again, did the same. "This is becoming boring, doing the same thing over and over again. How about I switch it up?"
He walked over to Chloe. He took the rag out of her mouth, which he had already clamped his hand over. "You scream, I’ll cut out your tongue. Then I’ll kill you. Got it?"
She nodded. He smiled to himself again. He was lying. No matter what he was going to cut her tongue out. And, of course, he was going to kill both of them.
"Chloe, you always had the best teeth. They were white and straight and neat. I’m going to take them and crush them."
He started with her front teeth. He made cuts along the top of the gums and simply pulled them out. When he got to the molars, he scrapped the knife along them. She cringed.
It hurt a lot. The pain was too much, and she almost screamed out twice. Then he went back to work, cutting and pulling, cutting and pulling.
When that was done, he stared at her once perfect mouth. It was now reduced to a bloody mess. But what a neat bloody mess it was. His cuts were smooth, clean, and straight. He shoved the rag down into her mouth again. She finally let a scream go, but it was hardly a whisper now. "There. Choke on your blood and die!"
He turned to Nick.
"I haven’t forgotten you. Don’t worry. I’ll be taking off your nose."
That’s exactly what happened. He started at the nostrils and made one quick, upward cut, and the deed was done. 
The killer wasn’t going to hurt him much more. Nick was a decent guy, but just got mixed up with the wrong people. For that, he had to pay. What better way was there to put him in pain than to chop up his wife in front of him, while having a little bit of fun with his body as well.
"Your eyes, Chloe. Your eyes were always the most attractive thing about you. Now, I’m going to take them out and feed them to my dog." He raised the knife and was about an inch away from her left eye when he stopped. "Before I take out your eyes, let me show you who I really am."
His back was towards Nick, so he couldn’t see who the man was. Only Chloe knew now.
The killer put the mask over his head again. "Now all you’ll see is black." he brought the knife down in
"Calm yourself, woman, or I’ll have to make you calm down myself."
His voice cut into her, and made her still. She closed her right eye. "Open your eye, Chloe, it will make thing a lot easier."
She kept her eye closed. He lifted the knife to her eye lid and cut it off. She was still trying to scream, but it wasn’t working. 
He stabbed the knife into her right eye, and pulled it out of it’s socket. The blood flooded out again. 
Nick was cursing again. "I can’t understand you Nick. I’m getting to you soon. Give me another minute or so."
The killer stirred the knife around in her empty eye socket. Just messing around. Toying with her. Causing her pain.
The killer turned to Nick. He took the knife to the man’s chest. From the beginning of the ribs to his belly button, he slid his knife down. It was like being dissected.
Then the killer left him. He went over to Chloe and pulled the rag out of her mouth. She seemed to be in shock, or a state like that, until he pulled her tongue out and cut
Then she screamed. Nick screamed through the rag, not out of pain or fear, but at Chloe. The killer took his knife and slashed it across her throat. 
The killer turned to Nick. He took out the rag.
"Who are you, you sick son of a bitch?"
The killer took of his mask and shoved the rag back into Nick’s mouth. Then he slit the man’s throat. 
The deed was done. These two were dead. They were the first on his list. He had more. Many, many more.

Sorry it’s really long. I just want to make sure it’s good.

Please tell Me What You Think….Open for advice and suggestions TEEN Novel?

"This can not get out or we are all in trouble"Natalie stated.
Natalie was covered in blood.
"Of course it can’t, I have a promising future as a supermodel not to mention prom queen and my brand new BMW."
"I didn’t pay that geek to cheat and get straight A’s for me this school year for nothing" Casey added pulling out a nail file.
‘Is that all you’re worried about Casey!" Liz yelled.
"I think we should call the police and tell the truth!" Liz said.
"We’re not calling anyone" Natalie yelled.
She began to cry. Liz knew it was all an act she wasn’t sincere at all.
"He raped me Liz! What about me ?
"I’m your best friend and you’re taking Brad’s side" Natalie sobbed.
"Look Brad doesn’t have a side! Casey interrupted.
He’s dead and its getting pretty darn late I have to get my dad’s car back like..Right now"
Casey opened the trunk and reached for Brad’s leg.
Brad surprisingly jumped up grabbing Casey’s head.
"Aaargh" Casey screamed in pain as Brad got out of the trunk covered in blood.
"Just leave me alone Natalie I don’t want you anymore" he said weakly.Blood was coming out of his mouth. He was losing alot of blood.
Natalie screamed charging towards him. Pulling a knife out of her back pocket as she made her way closer. It was too late. the blade connected with Brad’s head before he could throw his arms up.
Caesy fell in the sand on top of him.Casey was crying hysterically now. Liz stood in shock witnessing the murder her best friend had just commited.
"Asshole" Casey screamed kicking the lifeles body.
She realised that Brad had pulled some of her hair out. She began kicking him repeatedly until Natalie stopped her.
"Come on Casey let’s get this over with" Natalie grabbed one leg as they pulled him near the water. The whole time Natalie didn’t take her eyes off of Liz. Who stood shaking.
I do this for fun. But I have problems sticking to a plot ugh lol but I think I want to stick to this one. 3 girls best friends since kindergarden share a dark secret. But as they grow apart they start to get suspicious of one another. and become frenemies

(I am 13) How is my book? PART 2?

Soon she had an Idea. She moved her foot slowly toward the knife on the floor. She used her other foot to take off her shoe and sock. She slowly grabbed the blade of the knife in between her toes and flung it into the air. The figure was so surprised that he loosened his grip. She caught the knife’s handle and swung herself around cutting the figures arm. He grunted then reached into his pocket. Alex didn’t wait to find out what it was so she rushed up the stairs. The figure turned and started to chase her. Her mind was racing. She reached as far as she could and pushed the books off of the shelf. The books fell down until they landed on the figure he groaned and fell over backwards. He lay there trying to recover. Alex kicked the door as hard as she could until she broke it down. She rushed into the room. She could see out the window that her parents and brother were asleep. She heard stomping. She turned around. The figure was slowly clipping up the stairs. Her mind spun. She rushed to the broken down door and pushed it down the steps. This time it caught the door. Alex started to duck. The figure threw the door making it fly upstairs hitting Alex on the forehead. She screamed in pain grabbing her forehead. The figure started to run up the stairs until he was right next to her. She kicked him as hard as she could which sent him flying back hitting the wall. She quickly got to her feet. She ran down the hallway until she reached the front door. She turned the crystal knob. It wouldn’t budge. She kicked the door. It still would not move an inch. She could here the figure stomping down the hall. She heard him mutter something like: “That little brat!” She rushed down the left hallway. When she reached the next room she gasped. The room was very, very large. Also it had an enormous fireplace, and a curved staircase that climbed at leased three stories. She rushed to the staircase and ran around, and around, and around. Finally she reached the top floor. There was a small wooden door. So small she had to crouch to climb inside. She slowly entered. The only thing she could see was a small box of matches. She quickly grabbed them and opened the box. There was only three more left. She decided to save that she would save them for later. She slowly crawled down the tiny hall. After a while she wondered where the figure was. Then she heard a loud crash. She hurried down the hall until she came to a dead end. She felt the surrounding wall. She finally found a handle- to a door! She almost shouted: “Yes!” held in her happiness as she opened the door and crawled in. As she headed down the hallway she heard a crunching noise. At first it didn’t bother her but she finally decided to light one of her matches. She lit the match. Instantly she could see what was crunching. She was crawling on millions- of bugs. She screamed. She crawled down the hall as fast al she could. Finally she came to a wooden door. She tried to open it. It was locked. She slammed it as hard as she could. She had an Idea. She lit the wooden door with the match. It quickly caught on firer making it weak. She kicked the door hard. It cracked. Then she looked behind her. The dark figure was rushing toward her. She kicked the door as hard as she could. It broke off. Without any hesitation she crawled through the door.
She gasped. She was falling down in the air. Her hair was waving behind her in the wind. She didn’t have time to scream. She looked down. There was a huge hole where she was going to land. She closed her eyes and screamed: “HELP!” as she fell deep into the dark hole.
As she fell deep down into the hole she said her prayers and hoped for the best. For about thirty minutes she fell there with her eyes closed until finally she built up her courage and opened them. In front of her she saw a rope dangling. She looked up. Way up she thought she saw the figure standing there. He was standing there- laughing at her. She knew what she had to do. She clinched her teeth reached out and grabbed the rope. Pain shot up her hands as she slid down the rope with her hands gripped tightly- but she could not let go. Eventually she came to a stop. She looked back up. She saw nothing but darkness. She sighed. She didn’t want to, but the only thing to do was climb downward. She could not explain how terrifying it was to climb down into the pit. The only things that when through her mind was: “Who dug this dumb thing?” and “What will be at the bottom?”

Part 3 in more details

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Wenger 16803 Swiss Army Knife Evogrip 81 Ergonomic Design Non-Slip Handles 1.75-Inch Thin Pen Blade Stainless Steel

• 6 implements with 7 functions
• 1.75″ pen blade, stainless steel, 1.8″ springless scissor with serrated self sharpening design
• nail file, nail cleaner, toothpick, tweezer, key ring
• non-slip rubber grip points on handles
• 0.7 oz.

Product Description
The EvoGrip™ 81 knife from Wenger® offers 6 implements and 7 functions, making it ideal for almost any use. It features ergonomic handles with rubber accents, 1.8″ springless scissors, a nail file and cleaner, and much more!… More >>

Wenger 16803 Swiss Army Knife Evogrip 81 Ergonomic Design Non-Slip Handles 1.75-Inch Thin Pen Blade Stainless Steel