Oh almost certainly.
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.
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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 only scientist presence there are the husk of that poor sod in the suit, a truck that may or may not blow up depending on a thrill seeking old woman's accuracy, the former occupants of said truck running for their lives from the said mad woman and the soldiers in the coffee shop wanting something to eat when they cordon off the area I think.
Broken image to me, so say count it as a wildcard?
There we go, four cybermen.
There we go, four cybermen.
Take all the time you want, just make sure you don't miss the bus, it's the last one heading to the theatre.
"Everyone! Get in!" An old lady shouts to some of the masses fleeing from the theatre, this old and rather small lady is on a modified double decker bus, more triple decker considering that the roof of the bus has been converted into a mobile lounge, railings and stairs up to it included, the bus looks like it could fit a lot of people, the bus only has two people aboard it too so even more space.
The monster somehow splits into multiple weaker versions of itself, around seven of them, all trying to hit Alnnar out of spite as another smaller bus pulls up outside the theatre. "Next stop is the Supernatural Underground, fares are non negotiable at twelve nothings!" A peculiar man announces by megaphone. From the same megaphone a different voice announces: "Just board! Our driver is slightly enthusiastic." The second person aboard the bus begins shooting at the heads of one or two of the creatures, when a bullet from their rifle hits the creature screams and yells in utter torment before dropping down dead. "It works I see, aim for their heads and hope you get the head that controls the thing!" The voice shouts, it's hard to tell weather it's from a man or a woman.
"Who the hell is this... Ha... Harriet? Mr Right what the hell is the Supernatural Underground?" Graham almost shouts with a horrible rage in his voice as the drone is shot by something, destroying the fragile thing and stopping the broadcasting.
The monster somehow splits into multiple weaker versions of itself, around seven of them, all trying to hit Alnnar out of spite as another smaller bus pulls up outside the theatre. "Next stop is the Supernatural Underground, fares are non negotiable at twelve nothings!" A peculiar man announces by megaphone. From the same megaphone a different voice announces: "Just board! Our driver is slightly enthusiastic." The second person aboard the bus begins shooting at the heads of one or two of the creatures, when a bullet from their rifle hits the creature screams and yells in utter torment before dropping down dead. "It works I see, aim for their heads and hope you get the head that controls the thing!" The voice shouts, it's hard to tell weather it's from a man or a woman.
"Who the hell is this... Ha... Harriet? Mr Right what the hell is the Supernatural Underground?" Graham almost shouts with a horrible rage in his voice as the drone is shot by something, destroying the fragile thing and stopping the broadcasting.
What a show isn't it? There's just one more person to be introduced.
We're tied for the number of characters we control, and even stranger is that six out of our eight combined characters are either scientists or working with them.
I have a good idea for a new character, a good opposite to Hal.
I'm going to just sit back and watch for a while before making another post.
"Please feel free to take the whole thing, why not watch the combat training? I know the Head Scientist is being sent what we're seeing too." Graham states. "We could separate out the different creature forms I think... We could have entire farms ripe for the taking of raw materials... Everyone please begin working again! Mr Right has sorted the wrong." Hal orders by microphone.
The thing at the theatre then charges into the theatre, attempting to flail away at everything that looks alive to it after it's form stops changing, the form it has chosen is a very strange and disgusting blob with limbs from many different creatures, with no regard as to who it hits. The drone continues to gather footage on the monstrosity, a red light is flashing on it's back and Mal decides to leave.
"That's the battery light... Mr Right would you mind checking for a red LED light on Elise's corpse?" Hal says as he uses the drone's zooming capabilities to try and get the most detailed view Hal can manage.
Away from the madness a van like the two first vans pulls up at the coffee shop, four out of the five occupants in full body armour get out and enter the coffee shop, their weapons by their sides and security tags dangling from their armour.
"Three coffees, two donuts, four sandwiches and two teas for takeaway miss." The driver of the van asks as he begins to get his wallet out of a pocket.
The thing at the theatre then charges into the theatre, attempting to flail away at everything that looks alive to it after it's form stops changing, the form it has chosen is a very strange and disgusting blob with limbs from many different creatures, with no regard as to who it hits. The drone continues to gather footage on the monstrosity, a red light is flashing on it's back and Mal decides to leave.
"That's the battery light... Mr Right would you mind checking for a red LED light on Elise's corpse?" Hal says as he uses the drone's zooming capabilities to try and get the most detailed view Hal can manage.
Away from the madness a van like the two first vans pulls up at the coffee shop, four out of the five occupants in full body armour get out and enter the coffee shop, their weapons by their sides and security tags dangling from their armour.
"Three coffees, two donuts, four sandwiches and two teas for takeaway miss." The driver of the van asks as he begins to get his wallet out of a pocket.
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