Few months, alright. Have a specific date in mind as to when we begin?
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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You monster, you got rid of their jazz!
I also assume that the convoy managed to avoid that field? Because it probably just stopped the jazz.
And I come up with some of the oddest things.
Just having giant red chunks of metal thrown at them, sticking to the vans or to their equipment, messing it up, who is more cruel?
Those poor soldiers, turn up to find them useless, now they're going to be attacked with magnets.
How long was it since they discovered the hidden part of the vault in relation to when the vault was opened?
Those buses are now going off.
"We're leaving!" Harriet announces using the megaphone she was given, before heading into a small emergency surgery on board the leading bus, where a paramedic begins taking care of her wound. The convoy begins speeding away from the ruins once everyone wishing to board boards at an alarming rate considering their size and the weight on the buses, a few moments later four trucks with around ten men per truck pull up by the theatre questioning where everyone went. "Ladies and Gentlemen who are aboard our convoy, you will all need to go through identification checks, some of you may or may not be scientist agents looking to reveal our bases to them. These identification checks will involve taking blood samples and facial comparison with known scientist assets as well as discussions and or interrogations when we arrive, there will be no exceptions to the checks... no matter who you are. Even I and the drivers will be checked. If you have any questions feel free to ask the inspectors beginning the convoy-wide checks at any time." Harriet announces, using a convoy-wide radio transmitter. After Harriet announces that five agents on every bus begin checking everyone on the convoy, starting with the bottom floor as the convoy radio begins playing some traditional jazz music, Harriet then has the bullet taken out of her in the small, private and guarded emergency surgery, then the rest of her operation is completed, a vial of the blood taken by one of the agents, writing down on the label 'The Guide', continuing the checks on other people.
Graham, somewhere in the complex begins copying and taking everything on as many scientist staff and agents as he can, as well as any information on the Underground, saying hello to everyone he passes and storing everything he collects into a bag he picked up.
Graham, somewhere in the complex begins copying and taking everything on as many scientist staff and agents as he can, as well as any information on the Underground, saying hello to everyone he passes and storing everything he collects into a bag he picked up.
Sorry those buses were delayed, went and met a family friend for a while earlier, really kind bloke.
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