If you’ve ever thought, “Hey, I’m in India, the vibes are immaculate, let me just pull up to this dude with a plastic stool and some needles under a tarp for some ink,” congratulations, you’ve discovered why natural selection still has work to do.

In this latest viral masterpiece from the World Wide Web, we witness a grown man voluntarily submitting his forearm to what can only be described as a war crime against skin. The artist? A street-side legend armed with the kind of setup that makes prison tattoos look like Michelangelo.

No autoclave. No gloves that weren’t last used for biryani prep. Just pure, unfiltered chaos and a laminated sheet of “designs” that looks like it was printed on a 2003 HP DeskJet during a power cut.The victim, sorry, client wanted an AK-47.

What he got was something that looks like a potato gun designed by a committee of drunk toddlers. The lines are thicker than Mumbai traffic. The proportions are so off that it might actually be a Kalashnikov that got stepped on by an elephant. Shading? Bro, the shading is just enthusiastic stabbing with whatever ink was on sale at the local stationery shop.

This is why you don’t get street tattoos in India, kids:

Hygiene Standards: The “studio” is basically the sidewalk. The only sterilization happening is the sun beating down on everything like it owes money. That needle has probably seen more action than a Mumbai local train during rush hour. Hepatitis C isn’t a bug, it’s a feature.

Artistic Talent: Indian street tattoo guys have one setting — “bold and f*cked up.” They don’t do fine lines, they do vibes. You ask for an AK, you get something that looks like it was drawn by a guy who’s only ever seen the gun in a 480p bootleg movie.

The Commitment: This isn’t “no ragrets” territory. This is “my grandchildren will still be asking why grandpa has a deformed rifle on his arm” territory. That thing is going to age like milk in the Indian summer. By next monsoon, it’ll look like a faded bus mural.

Cultural Bonus: Somewhere a grandma is already preparing the evil eye removal ritual because her beta got a gun tattooed by some random uncle under a banyan tree. The aunties are going to have a field day.