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Difference between revisions of "Bloodline:Rampageterror Chapter 6"
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I was rudely interrupted by my servant coming up & whispering that there was no food. Or booze. But lots of dogs. Jolly good, just like back home cooking really. I sketch a quick plan of some farms & head outside for a quick fag. And shag. | I was rudely interrupted by my servant coming up & whispering that there was no food. Or booze. But lots of dogs. Jolly good, just like back home cooking really. I sketch a quick plan of some farms & head outside for a quick fag. And shag. | ||
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And notice then, the lack of training grounds, large strong looking meatshields or fortifications. Except for the farmers, everyone is drafted into the Fortress Guards, to learn how to take a punch or two. And to act as the 'skin' of the fortress - keep the outside out, and the insides in. Meanwhile, I can take care of my own skin, thank you very much. This door locks, right? | And notice then, the lack of training grounds, large strong looking meatshields or fortifications. Except for the farmers, everyone is drafted into the Fortress Guards, to learn how to take a punch or two. And to act as the 'skin' of the fortress - keep the outside out, and the insides in. Meanwhile, I can take care of my own skin, thank you very much. This door locks, right? | ||
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The elves arrive. Capital, free items. | The elves arrive. Capital, free items. | ||
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Not to be, unfortunately. Still, gives a good dummy test of the battle plan: Push the army out the front, exhorting them to glory, then lock the door, hide under the bed and blub. | Not to be, unfortunately. Still, gives a good dummy test of the battle plan: Push the army out the front, exhorting them to glory, then lock the door, hide under the bed and blub. | ||
Revision as of 07:53, 22 March 2009
Well that's another thing crossed off the to-do list.
And here comes another.
1st of Granite
I have 'volunteered' for duty to the King. Honestly, you make one little social gaffe, and suddenly it's a diplomatic crisis, with far-reaching implications. To keep ahead of those implications, and reaches, it's imperative to find an army to be in the middle of, and a rock to hide behind. And dammit, apparently I may have to dig out the rock to hide behind. I mean, there are limits.
Some people take their wives far too posessively. I had to sew those damn pants on, lest I forget how to walk
I've packed a t(rusty) crossbow, just in case a quick exit is needed.
So, "Rampageterror". Charming name.
First impressions: "The fuck is that thing up there, by jove? A tomb? Huzzah, let's fill it!" "You call this a farm?" "Capital weapon traps. Shame about Hudson getting caught in one, what what? No, old chap, I was talking to the commander in the control room. Nowhere near the fellow" "'ello lass! Sorry about that, it's the cramped corridors, donchaknow? Care for a quick tete-a-tete in the brewery?"
I was rudely interrupted by my servant coming up & whispering that there was no food. Or booze. But lots of dogs. Jolly good, just like back home cooking really. I sketch a quick plan of some farms & head outside for a quick fag. And shag.
[File:http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/7518/farms01.png]
And notice then, the lack of training grounds, large strong looking meatshields or fortifications. Except for the farmers, everyone is drafted into the Fortress Guards, to learn how to take a punch or two. And to act as the 'skin' of the fortress - keep the outside out, and the insides in. Meanwhile, I can take care of my own skin, thank you very much. This door locks, right?
12th of Granite
The elves arrive. Capital, free items.
[File:http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/9868/hilarityensues01.png] [File:http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/9868/hilarityensues02.png]
Not to be, unfortunately. Still, gives a good dummy test of the battle plan: Push the army out the front, exhorting them to glory, then lock the door, hide under the bed and blub.