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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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Minus six hundred and forty two.
Send in the abomination.
Banned for artistic purposes.
"Do not kill her Mr Right, we could use her... didn't Mal request one of the trucks with the suit? It should be there any minute..." Hal immediately calls a truck filled with soldiers, one with a jumpsuit on that is heading towards the theatre. "Captain, please ensure that the jumpsuit user is away from the rest of the soldiers. They will be formidable!"
At the scene Mal is on a rooftop, watching the chaos unfold before that clap, the soldiers collapsed, hiding the horrible damage done to them, thankfully they died almost immediately, the vans collapse, revealing nothing in them both. Mal's form shook before returning to normal. A truck then pulls up alongside the hole in the theatre, the jumpsuit wearer clambers out, the truck then drives backwards to give their soldier some space. While that happens a little drone Graham is controlling decides to give both Hal and Graham a good view of the upcoming events. The jumpsuit user uses the same hand gesture Elise used, the fog goes up, a much larger area then in the arena, it coats the stage in a fog thick with debris and human remains. The insidious shriek, almost identical to the one from the Arena emerges from the fog.
"Good lord Hal, we've created a replacement guard dog, maybe tame it and... well Eric might have a nice new pet... " Graham mutters, he passes the control pad to his son and begins jotting notes down on a notebook he has handy. The monstrosity in the arena begins growing by around a millimetre a second, it then begins to warble in different languages in a hostile tone before howling in pain again.
At the scene Mal is on a rooftop, watching the chaos unfold before that clap, the soldiers collapsed, hiding the horrible damage done to them, thankfully they died almost immediately, the vans collapse, revealing nothing in them both. Mal's form shook before returning to normal. A truck then pulls up alongside the hole in the theatre, the jumpsuit wearer clambers out, the truck then drives backwards to give their soldier some space. While that happens a little drone Graham is controlling decides to give both Hal and Graham a good view of the upcoming events. The jumpsuit user uses the same hand gesture Elise used, the fog goes up, a much larger area then in the arena, it coats the stage in a fog thick with debris and human remains. The insidious shriek, almost identical to the one from the Arena emerges from the fog.
"Good lord Hal, we've created a replacement guard dog, maybe tame it and... well Eric might have a nice new pet... " Graham mutters, he passes the control pad to his son and begins jotting notes down on a notebook he has handy. The monstrosity in the arena begins growing by around a millimetre a second, it then begins to warble in different languages in a hostile tone before howling in pain again.
In other news I have four hours left until fallout 4 has downloaded again, few mods clashed with Far Harbour, managed to complete the DLC at least, the Children of Atom met their division by a nuke.
Same thing here.
Banned for having a spaceman in fake purple space!
Minus six hundred and forty six.
What is that picture from? Also I heard that hitting someone constantly with a plank of wood will save them from dying of an electric shock.
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