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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.
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.
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 will either never meet her again or get used to her, as I said she was still suffering from being poisoned... She's normally a lot more understanding. If you're in doubt then remember this: Who else will you turn to? If you're from that city theatre then Edge didn't save you, the Underground buses saved you, we don't financially benefit from just rescuing people for the sake of being kind. We don't pressure you into joining us, we barely even talk about the benefits really. I think Edge benefits from having you supernaturals with them more then just emotionally. We only benefit from our own people, we don't expect anything else from anyone else. You wouldn't be committing to the Underground if you decide to live in Alaska with the others. Albert states, finishing his drink and pouring another one for himself.
The little platform continues past a boarded up station. "Don't mind that, we had to board up some other platforms to stop anyone finding the route." Simon wearily blurts out, he looks very tired and worn out, the biting cold is probably what keeps him awake.
The little platform continues past a boarded up station. "Don't mind that, we had to board up some other platforms to stop anyone finding the route." Simon wearily blurts out, he looks very tired and worn out, the biting cold is probably what keeps him awake.
Minus three hundred and fourteen.
He be banned for disagreeing against the rules. Some of these people eh?
Stop this insolence before the great and destined last poster permanently: Me.
Minus three hundred and sixteen.
I had it for half a day! I shall claim it for a full day of twenty four luxurious hours! Begone earless armadillo, I deserve the supreme title!
Of course, might need to clear the wastelander bit with @pyroman. Welcome!
Ye be banned for supporting an inhumane tyrant and abomination's excuse for a political party... nothing less but so much more.
"Everyone! It's the story telling hour, so get your best tales together and you might win what's on the board!" Mister Darwall announces on the small stage opposite the bar of the saloon with a smile, nodding towards a board stating multiple prizes on it near the bar:
The Prizes of the Story Hour
First Place: A Burnside Rifle and anything free for an hour.
Second Place: Half off anything for a week or any bar tabs removed.
Third Place: A free bottle from the next shipment of Darwall Brewery goods.
Fourth Place: Half off anything for an hour.
"Sheriff, feel like having a go? You need to frequent here more by the by, you'd have a hog-killin' time here. Or maybe the deputy has something? Just start telling it if anyone else wants to start us off if our dependable lawmen are dry of stories." Joshua states in his thick northern accent, walking off the stage, sitting in his corner of the saloon, ready to enjoy the tales with a glass of scotch on the table. Outside a few porters begin unloading five crates of something into the saloon's cellar. Joshua had started doing the story hour as a weekly show around two months ago because he wanted to encourage imagination and hear as many rumors as possible, jotting as many of them down in his notebook for future reference.
The Prizes of the Story Hour
First Place: A Burnside Rifle and anything free for an hour.
Second Place: Half off anything for a week or any bar tabs removed.
Third Place: A free bottle from the next shipment of Darwall Brewery goods.
Fourth Place: Half off anything for an hour.
"Sheriff, feel like having a go? You need to frequent here more by the by, you'd have a hog-killin' time here. Or maybe the deputy has something? Just start telling it if anyone else wants to start us off if our dependable lawmen are dry of stories." Joshua states in his thick northern accent, walking off the stage, sitting in his corner of the saloon, ready to enjoy the tales with a glass of scotch on the table. Outside a few porters begin unloading five crates of something into the saloon's cellar. Joshua had started doing the story hour as a weekly show around two months ago because he wanted to encourage imagination and hear as many rumors as possible, jotting as many of them down in his notebook for future reference.
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