I have an elderly man with an enslaved wizard in mind and everyone else is taking the dive into non-human creatures of nightmares... Might want more wizard slaves...
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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Haha
Better keep it away from woofles!
And Luna!
I think the good constable and Luna can settle for the lunchboxes.
I was hoping that the King would be important because I imagine the King being affected deeply by the fact that one of his kin were betraying him, and a relative of the King could be useful to the God of Evil.
That chocolate fudge cake is going to be John's prized possession.
"Goodness! Are you... Hop in Luna is that? Are you incredibly shy or something? Ah hell why do I care? Just hop in." John panics before reading the note. As John finishes he opens the golf cart's door and begins to clear the seat of newspaper, someone's lunch and some form of wrench. The back left seat of the cart has a large tool case sitting on it with the seat belt done on it for some peculiar reason, a similar tale with a backpack is true with the back right seat of the cart, the two supposed passengers of the apocalypse's taxi are accompanied with multiple lunchboxes and ready-meals which would be comfortable if the items there were sentient.
A different story awaits in the front of the cart because John's fellow passenger is a rather luxuriously beautiful chocolate fudge cake which is swiftly yet delicately migrated to the ledge behind the inbuilt GPS by it chauffeur and the other clutter of a dead flashlight and a newspaper migrates to a glovebox which has a pair of gloves and an empty lighter already inside it, which all congregate in the dark and cramped area of a glovebox, waiting for freedom. "Come on, I don't think they like waiting for a chef to cook pretty women with an even nicer name." John attempts to flirt to try and distract the first living passenger of the cart from the pain caused by riding into a speeding golf cart which surely wouldn't have been too difficult to avoid on a normal day because of the fact that it's a bright white golf cart, then again this is the apocalypse so it isn't that easy to spot a small golf cart in a concrete catastrophe of a jungle when it's raining.
A different story awaits in the front of the cart because John's fellow passenger is a rather luxuriously beautiful chocolate fudge cake which is swiftly yet delicately migrated to the ledge behind the inbuilt GPS by it chauffeur and the other clutter of a dead flashlight and a newspaper migrates to a glovebox which has a pair of gloves and an empty lighter already inside it, which all congregate in the dark and cramped area of a glovebox, waiting for freedom. "Come on, I don't think they like waiting for a chef to cook pretty women with an even nicer name." John attempts to flirt to try and distract the first living passenger of the cart from the pain caused by riding into a speeding golf cart which surely wouldn't have been too difficult to avoid on a normal day because of the fact that it's a bright white golf cart, then again this is the apocalypse so it isn't that easy to spot a small golf cart in a concrete catastrophe of a jungle when it's raining.
I have a corrupt kinsman of King Dowling's in mind for this.
The Dover/Calais Strait, the shortest part of the British Channel which has been important since Roman times in European History, just thought it'd be nice to have Dover and Calais in the Strait then have Canth and Ghersland in Dover for names.
Have Dover as Strait, then the two nations to Calais and Dover.
I have a mad old sailor in mind for this, and maybe you could change the names with Dover, so have Calais and Dover as the two islands in the isle of Strait @Mercenary Lord.
In the morning I will have to try and destroy that bunker, or at the very least sabotage it... What else can I do? Live here and let them find me or strike out at them, destroy the cylinders and put that ammunition to use. Kyle ponders, realizing his lose-lose situation as the bunker stands proudly and the old monster looms, I'll end up dead or imprisoned no matter what I do. Let's hope one of those cylinders has schematics to that thing, or something else that can help me. With that thought Kyle clears up his dinner by throwing the leftovers down the cliff just below the landing platform and washing up the crockery & cutlery, putting them away in the building's kitchen before retiring to the machine and the information on it.
Maybe a few accidents will slow them a bit... sabotage the purpose and you've stopped them for a while, it could be a supply post so maybe bury the cargo? No that's too conspicuous. Then again losing that thing would be conspicuous too... If I could look at it then I might be able to disrupt it... Kyle contemplates as he looks through the records and forms on the cylinders relating to the bunker with ideas running through his head which seem impossible to survive let alone escape undetected on his own. I'm not escaping it, unless I get the blueprints to the place I'm either dead or discovered. With the last realization Kyle drops onto a nearby sofa in a state of dread for what could be ahead.
Maybe a few accidents will slow them a bit... sabotage the purpose and you've stopped them for a while, it could be a supply post so maybe bury the cargo? No that's too conspicuous. Then again losing that thing would be conspicuous too... If I could look at it then I might be able to disrupt it... Kyle contemplates as he looks through the records and forms on the cylinders relating to the bunker with ideas running through his head which seem impossible to survive let alone escape undetected on his own. I'm not escaping it, unless I get the blueprints to the place I'm either dead or discovered. With the last realization Kyle drops onto a nearby sofa in a state of dread for what could be ahead.
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