Never knew some bibles were pop-up. Here's something dreadful, book burning... Literature lost forever, fiction or not is up to others.
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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Banned for inventing words, that is illegal here by my supreme decree and description of something beginning with d.
"Next time could you just throw the driver out? That took four hours to fit the engine in." Harriet jokes as she begins drinking a small amount of scotch she has on a small table besides her. "You obviously have no idea who the kind folks are. Those scientists kill these innocent beings for their skin, their bones just to make trinkets!" The mad old woman then begins pouring the rest of her glass of scotch down on top of the mysterious attacker. "My organisation doesn't fight, it takes ordinary, brilliant people who are being hunted for their pelts, their bones and for their so called inferiority and keeps them safe, those scientists want to commit genocide, mass murder and torture... would you like having the big bad foot stomp on your face forever? Or watch someone close to you have the foot? I don't." With that the old woman drops the rest of the bottle on the engine eradicator's head. "That was for four hours wasted you idiot." With that Harriet begins walking down the stairs to the second bus, a slight smile on her face.
"Are those scales?" Paulson questions after looking at Paon. "Lads, let's investigate our scaly blind friend here, possibly reveal him as the dragon he might be!" Crane calls out, Goldie throws the water, the quiet soldier attempts to tackle Willa and Paulson backs off in fear, knocking over a rack of crisps in the process.
"Are those scales?" Paulson questions after looking at Paon. "Lads, let's investigate our scaly blind friend here, possibly reveal him as the dragon he might be!" Crane calls out, Goldie throws the water, the quiet soldier attempts to tackle Willa and Paulson backs off in fear, knocking over a rack of crisps in the process.
It was my fault, for some odd reason the north west of England has decided to become Barcelona for a few hours.
I understand, had to re-read it due to the sweltering heat.
Harriet's then right? She does have a few tricks up her sleeve.
The one thing that beats all fiction! Behold the sign to
Want to change your answer? Harriet's is being watched by the bus behind, the bus behind is being watched by the bus in the theatre just about, the bus in the theatre is in a collapsing theatre... two lead to a fairy-hunt and one leads to the possible deaths of a madman and a slightly sane demon. Sounds like a logic puzzle doesn't it?
Minus six hundred and fifteen.
Banned for the involvement with cats.
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