let us hope the pace is picked back up, I am halfway through moving so don't expect too much from me.
Orlan
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So for some odd reason you want to read a summary of the git you see the said summary of before you... Well aren't you bored if that's the case?
Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.
Notes:
Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.
I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.
I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.
During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most.
I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it.
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That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.
Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.
Notes:
Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.
I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.
I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.
During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most.
I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it.
End of Notes
That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.
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The worst tactical decision made by the British Empire has been celebrated, back to it.
Well it couldn't get any worse, it's a tent with radscorpion and Brahmin remains strung on it with a strong smell of scotch.
The old man after disappearing from the drinking establishment wakes up in his tent the next morning, which lies at the meeting place with three dead brahmin and one radscorpion husks decomposing outside of it, the old man sees the corpses after exiting the tent, almost tripping up over three sacks of brahmin and radscorpion meat next to a burnt out fire on the way to a stump.
"Was I drunk or having another episode?" Lewellyn groggily asks himself, just realising the others standing around the same area. "How long have you lot been there? We signed on to destroy a Gecko didn't we? Oh wait it was a GECK, found the place they tested those creation kits in five years ago... Utterly spectacular..." Lewellyn blurts out, taking a seat on the nearby stump while trying to remember what happened beyond the ghoul's head exploding. Ol' Com lies beside the stump, sleeping away with a teddy bear near him.
"Was I drunk or having another episode?" Lewellyn groggily asks himself, just realising the others standing around the same area. "How long have you lot been there? We signed on to destroy a Gecko didn't we? Oh wait it was a GECK, found the place they tested those creation kits in five years ago... Utterly spectacular..." Lewellyn blurts out, taking a seat on the nearby stump while trying to remember what happened beyond the ghoul's head exploding. Ol' Com lies beside the stump, sleeping away with a teddy bear near him.
"Well isn't that an annoyance... lady I will sign on permanently if we get to hunt something big down. Preferably something that I can make a feast out of, because it sounds like you need a sniper, a hunter and a trap layer if you have any hope of securing a location foreseeable future. Original amount for me when we first take it, then three hundred for the traps I might be wasting then you buy every round of ammunition for me, I will sort out my own food and drink. If you want to know this I am Elias Lewellyn Powell, or The Commonwealth Carver or The Capital Hunter. I honestly prefer Lewellyn but the nicknames carry more weight." Lewellyn concedes, realising he'd make a profit from the woman then with just hunting some local menace for a nearly helpless village.
"Barkeep, for the mess the abomination caused. I'd kill the brute for you but I at least respect people's livelihoods and workplaces, something they could never do." Lewellyn apologises, placing a full bottle of scotch on the bar and picking up the body of the thin ghoul. "You're not smart, you didn't think about these people, about that man there. Any smart or wise man can respect someone's struggles, ghouls especially. You are just the next mutant in the chain, identically uncaring and brutal. Some sick organisation must have mass produced you, identical to the last murderous thing." Lewellyn accuses with a hint of rage in his voice, trying to clear up what's left on the floor to the best of his ability.
"Barkeep, for the mess the abomination caused. I'd kill the brute for you but I at least respect people's livelihoods and workplaces, something they could never do." Lewellyn apologises, placing a full bottle of scotch on the bar and picking up the body of the thin ghoul. "You're not smart, you didn't think about these people, about that man there. Any smart or wise man can respect someone's struggles, ghouls especially. You are just the next mutant in the chain, identically uncaring and brutal. Some sick organisation must have mass produced you, identical to the last murderous thing." Lewellyn accuses with a hint of rage in his voice, trying to clear up what's left on the floor to the best of his ability.
"Oi lady! No charlatan interrupts me when I'm recruiting people to help me tackle the meanest abomination this town knows of. I want to help these people reclaim their land and use this fine establishment to hold a feast in mine and my hired help's honour in saving these people from said abomination, sign up with me or just save me time and effort by gunning yourself down and give Ol'Com that eyebot as a chew toy before it starts blurting out adverts for abraxo... That'll save us all from going insane really, not just me. Offer's still up to join me and get a sizeable slab of the meat from the hunt for anyone willing." The carver retorts to Victoria Rose's proposition, countering it with his own in a frustrated and impatient way, seeing competition.
After putting the cap back on the scotch and putting it away the old man starts to examine a bullet he has on him in an almost apathetic expression of patience for anyone to volunteer, plotting where else to go if they all turn their metaphorical and possibly existing noses up to the deal.
After putting the cap back on the scotch and putting it away the old man starts to examine a bullet he has on him in an almost apathetic expression of patience for anyone to volunteer, plotting where else to go if they all turn their metaphorical and possibly existing noses up to the deal.
However the motel could make a decent enough little home area for the characters, big enough to accommodate everyone but small enough that they can keep the thing defended with walls of corvegas and so on. We could go with the Dawn of the Dead style of taking over a shopping centre but that seems impractical really.
A small shopping centre seems like an entertaining idea, maybe have it as a post war market that had gone dark.
All we need is the bloke in a duster, ascot and cowboy hat and a chem addict old... We just need the Garvey and the Longs.
Seems like the best bets are those bloated glowing ones if we're going for ghouls.
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