@vancexentan is there any limitation on classes or should I stick to the wiki.
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Guess whoa back! Its me. Not a hard guess
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I swear, if my problem gets fixed in the next few days like I plan it to I'll come back gladly. But until then i don't wanna hold you guys up any more than i have.
Are you still accepting?
Sorry. I haven't had access to a stable connection in over a week, and I don't think my luck will hold out long. Gonna have to drop :( sorry
I'm gonna pretend he didn't speak for Gavlan so he can get proper angry and share some choice words. Get ready to smell breath so heavy with alcohol it could peel the varnish off a porch!
@Polaris North fall onto the dwarf. I guarantee funny.
Sitting as quietly as he could, which was to say not terribly quiet, Gavlan paced himself through the 6 pack of alcohol he had been allowed to take with him on the flight. Other passengers had noted the can sporting a lion similar to the one emblazoned on his sleeveless hoodie amd figured he made his own.
Politely declining his involvement he had put the first can back in record time, enjoying the taste of honey strangely enough.
The only problem was he didnt feel the rush to his brain that alcohol usually provided. The second and third can yielded no different a result, the taste of alcohol was there but perhaps the brew was weakm
A check of the label said otherwise. Nearly 40% alcohol content per can and nothing? If not for the taste he might have forsaken the beverage altogether.
When nearly 4 hours of travel time had elapsed, the 6pack was nothing but empty cans at his feet. An even dozen of the things, woth the stewardess bringing him what felt like an endless supply.
Lucky him!
The lull in things to do ended as a final can came with the stewardess, ushering him to the attendant quarters. A backpack sporting the lion was waiting there for him, on inspection revealing it to be a parachute. According to the little voice in his head it was time to get off the plane.
While in motion.
Thousands of feet above ground.
With his stomach full of beer.
Truth be told it still felt like anfaorly average day in terms of absurdity. The only thing making it different was not paying a cent amd beimg sober for the whole thing, despite his best efforts.
"Miss? You sure this be safe?" Not to sound ungrateful but his enthusiasm was taking a nosedive before he did.
"Perfectly." Flashing a genuine smile.
"Come this far, then. Wish me luck!"
The attendant continued to smile politely and struck a double thumbs up as a door swung open. With a whooping cheer he took a running leap into freefall.
Everything swam before his eyes as the short statured fellow struggled to right himself from a spinning fall to a proper guided one, his stomach threatening to purge. A few moments later and he was falling like a rock.
To his delight there were other parachutes coming down, aiming for a massive pad down below.
The school had even timed the arrivals by plane to prevent total gridlock as each person struck homeplate and walked off before another touched down. With hair flying wildly atop his head and face, Gavlan took in a deep breathe.
"ARE YOU READY. TO. LEAAAAAAAAAARN!"
Voice like an airhorn he whooped and laughed like a madman the entire flight down, snapping the cord to launch his parachute to arrest his momemtum. Gliding in the air he waited for the perfect moment and... now!
Clicking two clips at either side of the parachute harness he fell the last few dozen feet like a comet, hand holding his metal helmet securely in place as he hit the bag.
Just like a stone, he sank nearly 5 feet into it before his momentum was completely absorbed.
Other students were laughing at the peculiar fellow as he extricated himself from the bag and put feet on solid ground, falling to his hands and knees as the adrenaline kicked the strength from his legs leaving him half gasping half laughing upon the pavement.
"What a damn ride!"
Politely declining his involvement he had put the first can back in record time, enjoying the taste of honey strangely enough.
The only problem was he didnt feel the rush to his brain that alcohol usually provided. The second and third can yielded no different a result, the taste of alcohol was there but perhaps the brew was weakm
A check of the label said otherwise. Nearly 40% alcohol content per can and nothing? If not for the taste he might have forsaken the beverage altogether.
When nearly 4 hours of travel time had elapsed, the 6pack was nothing but empty cans at his feet. An even dozen of the things, woth the stewardess bringing him what felt like an endless supply.
Lucky him!
The lull in things to do ended as a final can came with the stewardess, ushering him to the attendant quarters. A backpack sporting the lion was waiting there for him, on inspection revealing it to be a parachute. According to the little voice in his head it was time to get off the plane.
While in motion.
Thousands of feet above ground.
With his stomach full of beer.
Truth be told it still felt like anfaorly average day in terms of absurdity. The only thing making it different was not paying a cent amd beimg sober for the whole thing, despite his best efforts.
"Miss? You sure this be safe?" Not to sound ungrateful but his enthusiasm was taking a nosedive before he did.
"Perfectly." Flashing a genuine smile.
"Come this far, then. Wish me luck!"
The attendant continued to smile politely and struck a double thumbs up as a door swung open. With a whooping cheer he took a running leap into freefall.
Everything swam before his eyes as the short statured fellow struggled to right himself from a spinning fall to a proper guided one, his stomach threatening to purge. A few moments later and he was falling like a rock.
To his delight there were other parachutes coming down, aiming for a massive pad down below.
The school had even timed the arrivals by plane to prevent total gridlock as each person struck homeplate and walked off before another touched down. With hair flying wildly atop his head and face, Gavlan took in a deep breathe.
"ARE YOU READY. TO. LEAAAAAAAAAARN!"
Voice like an airhorn he whooped and laughed like a madman the entire flight down, snapping the cord to launch his parachute to arrest his momemtum. Gliding in the air he waited for the perfect moment and... now!
Clicking two clips at either side of the parachute harness he fell the last few dozen feet like a comet, hand holding his metal helmet securely in place as he hit the bag.
Just like a stone, he sank nearly 5 feet into it before his momentum was completely absorbed.
Other students were laughing at the peculiar fellow as he extricated himself from the bag and put feet on solid ground, falling to his hands and knees as the adrenaline kicked the strength from his legs leaving him half gasping half laughing upon the pavement.
"What a damn ride!"
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