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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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If he's through then that's two vehicle users, a cook on a golf cart and a biker... If this was set on the British coast they'd get along well.
Well, no use moping around, I'm still alive and the runway's clear... Shame they're still out there, probably ready to shoot anything that flew despite weather I managed to cobble something together or not. Kyle mumbles as he perks himself up by looking at the many data cylinders around, all waiting to divulge many secrets of the Repblic and the First Order... Just seeing those perk Kyle up enough to begin preparing a rather hearty roast dinner all made from local animals and plants Kyle jumped when trying to explore, within a reasonably short time of waiting the dinner is ready for Kyle, which goes down in an average time outside of fifteen minutes.
I didn't think I would've tasted a nice roast dinner for a while... Might want to go out hunting if even the plant's decent. No better place to live out your days then in a place known for making meals quickly really I guess, can't do much else really except for look out and enjoy the forced holiday. Kyle contemplates outside; a deck chair stands beside a small side-table with the remains of a recently eaten roast dinner, both the man and the furniture facing a beautiful clearing with the ominous reminders lurking off to the side as the sun stands at the top of the valley below... A haunting yet peaceful view brimming with beauty is a second feast and the nearest equivalent of wine act as a marvellous serving to Kyle's senses.
I didn't think I would've tasted a nice roast dinner for a while... Might want to go out hunting if even the plant's decent. No better place to live out your days then in a place known for making meals quickly really I guess, can't do much else really except for look out and enjoy the forced holiday. Kyle contemplates outside; a deck chair stands beside a small side-table with the remains of a recently eaten roast dinner, both the man and the furniture facing a beautiful clearing with the ominous reminders lurking off to the side as the sun stands at the top of the valley below... A haunting yet peaceful view brimming with beauty is a second feast and the nearest equivalent of wine act as a marvellous serving to Kyle's senses.
I've come up with a rather nice idea for John, could have him drive from group to group and or place to place ahead of the last group he meets, the postman and cabbie of the apocalypse will ride on a golf cart but I expect it's a nippy little golf cart.
Well a policeman and his dog, a book worm and a mute woman are in a golf cart with an engineer as another group that'll probably form during the peak time for apocalypse.
"How goes the battle for Preston? Managed to get Brady yet? Really? You're doing well you old codger, tell mother that the Torontonians are decent people, they're no Sandgrounders or Liverpudlians but they're nice, and barely any of them are Frenchmen who like stealing belts.... Best I call you later dad, cafe's opening so good luck with trying to be MP, I have faith you'll do well. Goodbye for now!" An awake John converses over the phone to his father in the toasty kitchen before the doors of the Toronto Tankard open to a small crowd of popsicles who were once Torontonians, the crowd takes their seats, and the business begins conviniently as John puts his phone away.
"I feel sorry for them you know John, they have to go out there into the deathly grasp of the cold... We needn't worry about overdoing the meals too. A nearby cook comments, his pity turning to enterprise once he sees how cold the first customers are. Soon afterwards the orders of warm meals wade over to the staff, the first meals being hearty and starchy.
The meals in the Toronto Tankard were always said to be good enough to die for then come back to life to eat again... Which did happen when one of the restaurant owner's friends supposedly died, and just before being buried woke up and scared a Vicar so much they fainted into another grave pit. However it isn't going to just be a local gimmick over a local paramedic's incompetence.
"I feel sorry for them you know John, they have to go out there into the deathly grasp of the cold... We needn't worry about overdoing the meals too. A nearby cook comments, his pity turning to enterprise once he sees how cold the first customers are. Soon afterwards the orders of warm meals wade over to the staff, the first meals being hearty and starchy.
The meals in the Toronto Tankard were always said to be good enough to die for then come back to life to eat again... Which did happen when one of the restaurant owner's friends supposedly died, and just before being buried woke up and scared a Vicar so much they fainted into another grave pit. However it isn't going to just be a local gimmick over a local paramedic's incompetence.
I think people will soon notice someone on a golf cart with half a restaurant in the back two seats.
It's funny how everyone else has a conventional weapon and John's got a golf car, he can escape quickly and run people down while everyone else has to go through the grueling task of killing and running at the same time.
I have a sudden urge to watch The Day of the Triffids, blind people walking about and carniverous green things attacking the only people who can see, and a comedian who survived a plane crash, it was pretty decent overall.
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