@Orlan
I graduated a bit ago
And got a job interview tomorrow
And I'm starting university in fall
So...ish
Hope it all goes well for you.
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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Hope it all goes well for you.
Anyone have anything entertaining happen to them?
Do as I say, not as I do.
How inconvenient. I'll be editing my now out of date post.
"Sod it! I'd rather be in prison!" Paulson exclaims before pulling a taser and trying to shoot Crane with it, the taser then fails and Paulson shouts in frustration, deciding to throw a metal tissue box at Goldie, and a whole pie into Crane's face. "Lads! Manuver! That thing cannot get all of us if we hide behind the counter!" Goldie yells as the quiet soldier is knocked back through the wall onto the pavement by the blast, "Send for a Chiropractor!" He squeaks in a high pitched Belgian accent. "He was Belgian?!" Paulson exclaims again before throwing Crane's armour at Goldie, sending the rather thin soldier over the counter face first and arse up. Crane takes cover a bit more reasonably. "Big dragon thing, miss, enjoy your new former and now current convict doctor! Let's run shall we?!" Paulson exclaims to the two he now surrenders to, before being shot by Crane, wiping the pie out of his eyes. "He ad it comin'! NO ONE BACKSTABS ME!" with that Crane begins shooting at Paon.
At the ruins two more smaller buses pull up, their doors opening. Harriet would have taken that bullet to heart if it wasn't for a flask of Sake which had stopped it enough to save her, Harriet then manages to support herself on a nearby pillar. "Stop wasting good alcohol!" Harriet exclaims, she then tries to shoot back, the pistol flying out of her hand as she cursed under her breath in pain. "You're out of date I'm afraid, couldn't even get past a flask! Now tell me one thing before these kind people send you screaming' home to your daddy, who is he?" Harriet questions after mocking her, even when wounded. "Is he some anonymous figure we should not care about? A narcissist who has manipulated you into horrendous deeds? Or is he a man whose words are being manipulated by someone who was close to him in order to justify mass genocide?! If you want to stop EVERYONE here, then try your damnedest because they will fight, and at the very least send the Father her golden daughter with an education. Ladies and gentlemen, you have waited too long for this, give our little golden daughter here a lesson on reality's brutality, then get the bus." Harriet jeers, aided by a random person in the crowds Harriet begins heading to one of the empty buses, up to the second floor of it, rather slowly, her pistol being collected by another person boarding the same bus.
At the ruins two more smaller buses pull up, their doors opening. Harriet would have taken that bullet to heart if it wasn't for a flask of Sake which had stopped it enough to save her, Harriet then manages to support herself on a nearby pillar. "Stop wasting good alcohol!" Harriet exclaims, she then tries to shoot back, the pistol flying out of her hand as she cursed under her breath in pain. "You're out of date I'm afraid, couldn't even get past a flask! Now tell me one thing before these kind people send you screaming' home to your daddy, who is he?" Harriet questions after mocking her, even when wounded. "Is he some anonymous figure we should not care about? A narcissist who has manipulated you into horrendous deeds? Or is he a man whose words are being manipulated by someone who was close to him in order to justify mass genocide?! If you want to stop EVERYONE here, then try your damnedest because they will fight, and at the very least send the Father her golden daughter with an education. Ladies and gentlemen, you have waited too long for this, give our little golden daughter here a lesson on reality's brutality, then get the bus." Harriet jeers, aided by a random person in the crowds Harriet begins heading to one of the empty buses, up to the second floor of it, rather slowly, her pistol being collected by another person boarding the same bus.
Oh she'll be wounded to a moderate degree, although just wait until Graham hears of it.
"I believe everyone is unanimously against you and the people you represent. Best fly off now, get dressed and get that perfectly fine scotch out of your hair... Shouldn't have wasted it really." Harriet jeers as she begins waving her pistol around. "I challenge you with this pistol, and just this pistol because I have no natural abilities, no shapeshifting, no manipulation of invisible elements, or visible for that matter without the help of tools. I am just the wife of one of the first scientists, the mother of one of the most ruthless too." She announces before aiming the gun at Zhaliora, firing multiple times at her. "Now get everyone in the bus or help me drive her off!" Harriet shouts while firing the pistol slowly, trying to be accurate with every shot.
"What the hell is happening? Captain?" Paulson asks, even more afraid and curious. "These are freaks Paulson, giant lizards, matter manipulating tyrants and murderers, use that gun on them!" Crane shouts, taking his rifle and beginning to shoot at Willa very wildly, laughing as he went. Paulson decides to just stay back as Goldie then throws the empty bottle at Paon, followed by two plastic knifes, a napkin and four forks as well as one spoon. "Are you mad?! If that blind man is a giant lizard he can probably withstand cutlery and be rather annoyed!" Paulson jeers, trying to keep his spirits up, after that an entire metal tissue box flies at Paon. "Happy now? I have some stationary too if that'll help, those compasses can hurt you know! Or the protractors..." Goldie states, annoyed at his inadequacy in combat.
"What the hell is happening? Captain?" Paulson asks, even more afraid and curious. "These are freaks Paulson, giant lizards, matter manipulating tyrants and murderers, use that gun on them!" Crane shouts, taking his rifle and beginning to shoot at Willa very wildly, laughing as he went. Paulson decides to just stay back as Goldie then throws the empty bottle at Paon, followed by two plastic knifes, a napkin and four forks as well as one spoon. "Are you mad?! If that blind man is a giant lizard he can probably withstand cutlery and be rather annoyed!" Paulson jeers, trying to keep his spirits up, after that an entire metal tissue box flies at Paon. "Happy now? I have some stationary too if that'll help, those compasses can hurt you know! Or the protractors..." Goldie states, annoyed at his inadequacy in combat.
Found out that Churchtown, the original bit of a very nice seaside resort town called Southport is one of the very first Roman settlements in the area, I think a village around the area still has the original wall still completely intact plus the odd bit of vegetation.
That was a waste of scotch wasn't it? Just pouring it down on someone's head to mock them.
That was a waste of scotch wasn't it? Just pouring it down on someone's head to mock them.
I understand the fallout universe, just not the country that's around half a continent.
I'm interested, just keep in mind that I know next to nothing about America except for the odd bit from fallout new Vegas and 4. I'll either be asking questions or being inaccurate.
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