266 Forum Posts by "jhypsyshah"
At 12/27/14 06:19 PM, DoctorStrongbad wrote:At 12/23/14 02:18 PM, D-mah wrote: Thanks!Are you going to upload it here?
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Caravaneer 2 by D-mahA turn based RPG with economy simulation
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At 12/22/14 02:39 PM, TomFulp wrote:
Hmm if the filesize was too big I could have raised his limit but I don't recall him ever asking for an increase. I should probably check on that!
Thanks, Tom. You're awesome. :)
At 12/13/14 06:38 AM, Green-Chicken wrote:
I got a nice rear-end out of a Doge Demon that should work nice. I just need a trany to start the set up.
Diggit, beautiful. Ya know I could be off but glancing at the pic' with the flat tire and the cat with a cat, it reminds me of the v8 in my Dodge truck..
Speaking of trikes that reminds me..
@TomFulp - I was just curious if Dmitry ever got Caravaneer 2 up and running on NG? Seems like it may have been a little heavy on the file size? I think it got featured on Kong.. I just thought that ya might wanna grab that? XD
@D-mah Wazzah. Can we get a pic of that Toe Cutter design? Cool stuff, man. :)
xmas haiku
ho ho ho
have a lump of coal
dig. those. shoes.
it made a lady giggle, hehe..
Me gustan
frases pequeñas.
Soy lento.
ty, pardon my language. XD
Is that better?
At 12/4/14 07:53 PM, TaintedLogic wrote: No se como decir "Haiku" en Español...
...pero es tiempo
para escribirla si
puedo traducir:
Translation (not 17 syllables):
I don't know how to say "Haiku" in Spanish...
...but it is time
to write one as long as
I can translate it (for you).
@jhypsyshah Wayyyyy ahead of you, man. ;P
Cool man. I'll give it a shot, if ya consider 3-5-3 to be legit. XD
Me gusta
pequeñas frases.
So lento.
(my spanish is horrible..)
I like
small phrases.
i am slow.
I don't know if ya would find this interesting or not but I can dig some spanish poetry (haiku? jeje), especially if it has the translations/captions.
At 11/10/14 05:18 PM, Green-Chicken wrote: This is more my type of ride. My brother said he would help with the set-up. Rockin my V-8 on 3-wheels! lol....
I like that a lot. Also dig the cinderella style one, kinda classy hehe.
Cool stuff, man.
At 10/2/14 08:46 AM, Red-Halo wrote: This is a link to the edited version on the newspaper's page: http://mountainx.com/opinion/asheville-disclaimer-100114/
I think that sounds like a pretty cool gig. Looks like you had fun with it. At least, I would think satire would be more fun than just cranking out the usual paid articles? Good luck with that. XD
I just wanted to say that I thought this was kind of enlightnening.
(ie, reckon some of yall mighta just got learned)
At 10/2/14 06:38 PM, Makakaov wrote:
Get off your high horse, just because someone likes culture you have automatically inherited and tries to fit in it doesn't make it pathetic and shoudn't be exterminated. What do I have to say? Do you think I enjoy looking at all these dumbasses who love russia for communism and it's cancer mentality? I don't. I also don't bitch about it.
Did Wally serve them some jelly donuts? XD
BTW ..I set ya up man..
*Shoves a can of green spray paint down his pants*
PShhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. aaww, I lost the cap to that.. D: ..Pshhh..
Fuckin way more then two cents.
But hey man, Native Americans deserve to be back after all they've been through y'know?
And I don't think quarter-breeds count but ehh.
Yeah, that was kinda my point, quarters don't really count. I'm not really saying that anyone should try to be something they're not..but we exist nonetheless and sometimes some of us are drawn to some of them. Sometimes one of them may feel kind of drawn to one of us, I mean that on an individual or a family basis and I just wanted to say, I think that's ok. Like I said, it's hard to explain but I feel like having some bonds can be a good thing, so often it just goes unsaid. I'm more concerned with a quarter breed not knowing how not to offend someone or acting too quick on an overwhelming desire to belong to something. I imagine it can just be confusing is all, especially if you notice how simular you look to them or one of your relatives looks to them..
There might be a better way to explain it but I can't think of one. Maybe it's just one of those things that are better off not being discussed, I dunno, hehe.
I'd like to shed a little light here, if I can. As it's kind of complicated..
There are a lot of us half breeds, quarter breeds and less but we're not 'indian'. Honestly, their politics may fascinate us but I don't think it's really any of our business. If nothing else, we were just raised different. To make it more complicated, there may be people like us that's accepted, if that makes sense..so I'd like to just leave that part alone and focus on the mutts on the outside.
Personally, I think there are alot of 'indians' who are at least kinda badass, meaning they have a strong personality. I think it's because they've had to take a lot of shit, especially from the goverment, over the years and naturally they don't want to take any shit. I respect that. I don't think they're stupid, a little stubborn and headstrong maybe but not stupid.
It's strange and hard to explain but I'll try, some of us are just drawn to them. It's a double edge. There's some of that in us somehow I guess. I've been with some cats when a 'drunk indian' was going off on someone and one of us made a comment about it, followed up by something like "..gah, what am I saying, I got x amount of indian in me too!". Then we all pretty much admitted we had some of that same problem. Drink a little too much and something may trigger some extreme crazy.
There are some cool indians out there and I think there are some cool ones out there that kinda understand. If you're respectful and they like ya, then they may teach ya a little. I don't think ya even have to be mix blood for 'em to do something like that. If ya retain it then they may teach ya a little more. May invite ya to a little private gathering, more as a friend, I guess. Mind ya that you're not 'indian' but ya can accept it for what it is but ya don't have to accept all the dogma either.
I've always tried not to smoke and drink too much around them, (like chain smoke cigarettes) from what I understand it's kinda disrespectful, especially with some of the older more traditional ones.
It can get even more complicated, this may be more on topic. Chick I know very well is from an Irish/scottish kinda background from her mothers side and her father was indian. She really didn't know her father because he was supposedly an outlaw, a real badass, so they went to great lengths to hide her from him when she was born. She doesn't really resemble anyone on that side of the family. Also there is some bad blood on that side of the family because one of the uncles was killed in his tent one night, supposedly by an indian with a hatchet. So all of her indian friends or kindred kinda spirits in that sense, stay secret from them.
I don't know if that made a lot of sense. I feel like I got a lot more to say about such things but it's probably better to just say a little. I just thought I'm typing this more-so for the half-breeds (quarters, whatever), that may wonder about something that never get mention. Young warriors with no wisdom to relate to, just some kinda bullshit (sub)urban dogma some fuckin' half wit politicos slapped together, that ya know is a buncha shit. Just wanted to say, if it feels right, I think it's ok to embrace it a little. Not so much as an 'indian' but as yourself. If nothing else, trying to remember not to drink too much is probably a really good idea. Even if it's not part of your blood line, it's very much part of the Amercian culture, even if it stays kinda secret..and around here at least, I guess it kinda does.
just my two cents.
Hey, just don't give away our secret handshakes, formulas and code and stuff.
TLDR: Rednecks aren't white, they're secretly indians.
I noticed early on it was kinda bible themed and was worried it may make me want to tear out mine eyes and cast them into the fiery flames of hell..but it didn't, I actually thought it was pretty cool, man. Having my eyes still set in my skull makes it kinda amazing. XD
Nice, man.
Maybe some places around a base might have some surplus tank or other cool helmets lying around. Some soldiers might pawn them off or something somewhere, never know. I think fort knox does a lot of tank training. Not sure.
I saw some cats take some kevlar and make some helmets. It's almost like they ironed some kevlar sheets into helmet, if I remember right. I don't think it took a lot of heat to do it, seems like it had around the melting point of plastic?
Keep that rubber down.
At 8/27/14 02:53 PM, Green-Chicken wrote: Found this Power Cycle in the trash. I think its based on the Road King? It should look cool setting around after I'm done? Any ideas on what should be done to it? I suppose I should ask if this would qualify as a motorcycle, maybe for a very little person? heheheeee...
Jet propulsion? XD Might keep that little person safe from lions, tigers and bears as they sail into the stratussphere..
srly tho', cool find there, hehe.
"Don't even think about it.."
*pulls a double barrel shotgun on some crickets ready to fiddle* XD
That's awesome, TJ. I think I'll need to start a DA account to read them but I'll check them out when I do.
It seems like he's always had at least a small diehard following since the first one. I have to wonder how far he'll go with it. I wonder if it will ever move to another platform. You're novel makes me wonder what kind of mediums it can move through..I guess it's not unusual for a game to move to another medium, such as a novel or something visual..or vice versa? Cool stuff. XD
I have a passion for some flash fic' every now and then. It was fun, thanks for reading - btw. I've been getting some ideas for more but haven't started anything yet. I guess if nothing else, it encourages Dmitry to keep going with it? I'm already looking forward to C3, hehe.
I can throw an idea that I had out there that I was thinking about..
I was wondering if some of the recent headlines such as 'gun control' and 'registered and unregistered weapons' could be optimized? It kind of began with me wondering what gun co. names were trademarked, transfering class III and who owned what but then it drifted more to the fictional side. I wondered what could be done with an ingame system of using unregistered weapons and registering weapons and such..just thought it could add some intrigue..I dunno.
Sea or River trade could be a cool theme too. Tonnage wars and such. Balloons?
Best of luck with that novel, like I said, I'll go check it out here soon. Awesome job with the translations too, ya guys rock.
Rock on, Chicken. That motorcycle pic' ya did got me thinking a little bit about some horror style stuff, man. heh.
At 8/24/14 12:24 PM, TomJason wrote: Ah, I also make a novel out of Caravaneer 2. But it's a novel and not a short story. Click my signature for more information, thanks.
And also, quite a good story are those indeed.
Just wanted to say, don't be shy with the motorcycle art. It's all good. :)
At 8/23/14 08:32 AM, Green-Chicken wrote: That's a cool piece of writing... That had to take a while to work out I would think, damn... I read a lot of Louis Lamar's work in jail, hes about the best western writer I have read, I think you have his type of style, especially with the women folk. He always has strong lady's. I like how you balance the power too... A lot of writers focus on the gunslinger and don't realize other caricatures have a lot to add... Way Cool J. Way Cool...
*The Green Chicken holsters his pistol, satisfied with the storytellers tell; he's ready for some grub. He stands as the smoke diminishes and finds the storyteller has vanished.* Heheheeee.
Thanks for the Info on the game. Not sure but I will probably bounce back and forth, lol... Just found the Game of Thrones, I have the same name as Caravaneer if your ever around there...
*Spins a shooter, humming a rumba, nearly shooting hisself in the foot*
You're too kind, my friend. XD
I think I read a lot of louis lamars (sp?) 20 years ago. I was kicked out of school, working on farms and homesteading and the books I usually found to read were westerns. Not a bad thing. It's interesting, there are still cattle barons and such in this world..
I found out that the edited versions of my scribbles are posted on the main Caravaneer site. So I guess I saved the best for last, hehe. I'm not sure if anyone will find it interesting how it began from a rough draft as posted in this forum to the edited version on the site but feel free to have a read. Ya can read the third piece there called 'The Mad Pill', I believe it's somewhat longer and much more twisted than the other 2 writings that I posted:
http://caravaneer.gamesofhonor.com/expandeduniverse.php
*Rides off into the sun, shattering the mighty star into a shower of sparks*
I been thinking of a different (possibly even more dangerous!) design. I was staring at a push mower I keep under the porch and wondered if it was practical to use the engine, a battery, an alternator, maybe a little bigger gas tank and then use it to power an electric motor on the front wheel? Basically it would be like a hillbilly generator going to an electric motor and therefor no need for clutch.
I was thinking about it and thought it would need to be kept dry as possible with plenty of air flow (thinking it would run pretty hot especially kinda boxed in), so I've been mulling over a design like that for a minute. The more I thought about it, the more I fig'd that it might be more practical to keep everything on the back axle, seperated so it doesn't get too hot..
Just a rough kinda idea, atm..
*electrocutes self then explodes in a oily fireball, raining battery acid tipped shrapnel and bubbling blood*
At 8/22/14 09:39 AM, Green-Chicken wrote: Well then I'll post so I can see some-more! Hehehee... ( I am confused with #2.) Is it all old west style writing & illustrations? I'm still in #1 (probably for a while) but I seam to remember something about a motorcycle, that's what I based my avatar on. Do I half to complete #1 to get to #2 or can I jump back and forth? I used your link and it took me to #2 and the game started, but to understand the whole story should I complete #1 first? (Sorry about all the questions.)
As for your story, I need more, more, more! Heheheee...
*The Green Chicken gunslinger sets by the campfire cleaning his pistols, the thick smoke mask the storyteller, will the chicken hear more before the night ends?*
"Heya Chicken. C'mon up heeyah to the far and have yerself some swabs'n'shine fer them thar irons then I reckon we kin swap us some gossip! " XD
The storyline of the Caravaneer game is like a post apocalypse setting, with a lot of desertification and such affecting the land. I guess a wild west kind of flavor (or midwest/southern americana-ish), though it's set in the near future.
You don't need to play the first one to play the second but the storyline continues from it. So yeah..I understand wanting to start from the first one. It's all good. The path your main character takes can have be different with alternate endings I believe. I think it's classified as a Role Playing Game.
I can't remember if the first one had bikes, it's been a while, I know the second one does. New vehichles and such. It's still in beta though, so some of it might have a few kinks to work out.
I didn't write any of the fic' based off of any characters in the original story, I just wanted to make up something fresh. He like some of the characters from the fic' and ended up adding some of it to the game. I saw one of them earlier on in the starting area, not far into the story.
I wrote a little later for it and was going to do some joke translations, just for fun but kinda crapped out on the translations. :/
anywho, here's part 2:
The wagon was ready to roll early in the morning. I awoke still feeling somewhat pished from Red's mysterious green whiskey from the wild night before. Red was nowhere to found but I was fortunate to find that he left me a cup of coffee in the pot. Our new saw must have felt some pity for me, as she had already harnessed the horses to the loaded wagon, which was my job. The town was well out-of-sight from the highway, by the time my vision quit spinning.
The bossman would glance at me, occaisionally chuckling, his long black hair blowing in the desert breeze. He was a short, plump and jolly man but we all knew that that the moment his mood changed, we had to take him serious. Dead serious.
Later in the morning, we came upon a crossroads, Bossman had his serious face on and the wagon came to a halt. He was gazing silently to the sandy hills, that seem to rise to the north. After a long silence, he finally spoke, "Do you see him?"
"I'm sorry, sir?", I replied scanning the north, looking for an answer to his question. I assume he was looking for our campanion, Red.
He chuckled again, "Do you see any riders, Chavo?"
Shielding my eyes from the sun, I saw a rider approaching from the northeast, moving just fast enough, so as not to stir up the trail dust. To make the movement even harder to detect, the rider approaching at just enough of an angle, to use the harsh desert sun to shield them from sight.
Red was a sneaky scout and this resembled a game that the granger liked to play with the Bossman, on his way back to the caravan. Red said his game made the Bossman's eyes work better.
"That's not Red." said Sam, her demeanor stoic as ever, squinting to the northeast.
Bossman had a boomstick in his lap, being the quick dicker that he was and had it covered with a towel, all in one motion. He cursed under his breath. Sam took a non-threatening stance at the back of the wagon but in spite of her casual appearance, I knew all too well, her reputation for pulling a blade out of the back and splashing some necks, should the need arise.
Bossman told me to turn around and as soon as I did, he shoved an iron in my pants and covered it with my untucked shirt. He whispered, "That shooter is full of lead. Ya got six shots, Chavo. Let me do the spewing and if ya gotta pull it, keep your finger off the trigger till ya have them in your sights. Do you understand?"
"yes'sir" I said, as he waved to the lone horseman.
Before I could see the whites of the rider's eyes, I could clearly see her feminine features. She looked every bit as tough as Red, if not more so. She rode a mean black stallion and was clad in trail leathers, with a big iron holstered to her hip.
"It's a woman!" I whispered mesmerized, without even looking at Bossman.
"It's a Lady of the Lanes, mind your tongue, they can be every bit as bad as Red on a bad day and then some.", he still looked a little concerned and that was understandable with Red's recent disapearance. Red liked to consider himself a ladies man of sorts and sometimes that only brought us all trouble.
It was all starting to make sense, as soon as I thought about it. I had wondered why Bossman had us load all of those fancy women's clothing and shoes into the wagon, the night before. When I asked him about it, Bossman just laughed and said that he had been offered a really good deal on it and he was sure he could find something to do with it.
The Lady circled the wagon on horseback. She rode high on the horse, looking down at the Bossman in disgust. The rider stopped at the back of the wagon and dismounted addressing Sam, "I'm Lois of the Lanes and I'll be needin' to inspect your wagon, Ma'am."
Sam took a few silent steps away from the back of the wagon and let Lois examine the cargo. I copped a glance at Bossman, who was trying not to look annoyed by the whole ordeal. Apparently, Sam was caught a little of guard by this, as well but Bossman gave her a reassuring nod.
After a minute, the outrider Lois seemed to approve of the cargo and mounted her black horse. She turned again to Sam, "Looks right, I can escort you to market. If we run across any trouble on the way, just follow the lane yer on and let me deal with it."
She glared at Bossman and her tone hardened, "When ya get to town, don't dick around. Ya need to take your wagon straight to market, ya hear?"
"Yes, Ma'am", said Bossman with a polite smile but I could tell he was seething a little.
"Thank you, Lois. By the way, I trust you didn't have to rough our scout up too much.", said Sam, with a smile. Which was odd because Sam rarely smiled.
Lois grinned mischieviously, "and suppose I did?"
"Well, I'm just afraid he'd like it too much if you did.", Sam replied.
Lois laughed as she reared her horse ahead to scout and we started rolling north, into the strange amazon controlled territory, known as The Lanes. The whole way, Bossman and Sam would make ridiculous wagers and jokes, about what kind of state Red would be in when they arrived.
Knowing Red as well as I did, I could only assume they were probably half-joking, hehe. Red did have this amazing ability to get himself in and sometimes even out of, some seriously troubling situations.
(looking back at these, I think I might have the unedited versions. The past and present tenses are a little strange and there seems to be some typos among other things. If I find the edited versions I can link them, tho'. Thanks for reading my spew.)
At 8/16/14 09:14 AM, Green-Chicken wrote: Orrrr, Ya could make something like this Bad-Ass thing, heheheee...
He doesn't even need a kickstand does he? If he had more tires like that on there..it might float like a boat. XD
At 8/16/14 09:01 AM, Green-Chicken wrote: I thought they still made them, FRICTION DRIVE, heheheee... search (Friction Drive for bikes) lot's of places to get them. I seen the roller, probably get that and use your lawn equipment or get a weed-whacker at a yard sale? (Drawback: Rain, when its wet don't work so well, but still, cheep way to get a round.) Thinking: (Cool name for a wet ride, The Slippery... Can't think... more coffee first.).
I was actually thinking about that. I wasn't sure if it would push him tho'. Should have some weed eater parts in the back, hehe.
I didn't think about it getting wet. :/
The reason I was wanting to try it on the front tire was since he has such trouble walking, I fig'd that if he had to (or wanted to) tinker with it, he could do so without getting up. Seems like his weight would have to be distributed lower, away from the back tires to try something like that, keep the front tire from just frictionless spinning? or ya think trying it on the front tire is just destined to fail?
Still haven't really found any other trikey parts yet..ah..
*pushes a kid off a tricycle and runs off with it*
diggit, hehe.
I been doing some short hops while the weather's nice.
I'm the same way, I'll ride just about anything. Really like that that trike. I was just wondering how bad of an idea it would be having a front wheel drive trike if it wasn't very powerful at all. I was thinking of something a little bigger than a tricycle, front wheel drive, with maybe a hand brake. Just trying to think hypothically of an idea for a really cheap and pretty slow trike-ish kinda thing for someone, I was thinking without a chain going around the axle..cat aint gonna be using his legs for a while so I figured if there was a way to keep it all on the handle bars it would be cool. I dunno. Just a thought, I guess. :/
I got more but it's not letting me double post for some reason..
I wrote some fan fic' based on the Caravaneer games earlier in the year. Originally it was just a little endeavor on my part to help promote the next sequel (I'd put it in my top 5, I'm a fan like I said) but the creator seemed to think they were kinda cool. I ended up writing a little bit for the game but I won't post that 'cause I don't want to ruin the storyline but it's in beta right now, so these are just some background stories, if anyone wants to check it out:
http://www.gamesofhonor.com/caravaneer-2
Just want to note, I tried to use some of the same language/slang that's used the game, mixed with a little hillbilly and such. Which is odd because usually I try to edit that kinda language out, hehe..hopefully, these are the right edits. It's been a while.
(Part 1)
Sam, Red and Chavo
Sam and I began our walk through town, in the mid-day sun, which can be almost a chore in itself. The sunbaked bricks of Main Street faded into the desert. It was hard to see this town as little more than a glorified Oasis on Herm's Highway. The only one excited to be here at all, was the Bossman.
The young doctor Sam, didn't have much to say at all on the crosstown trek back to the wagons. She was hard for a wagonman to appraise, especially one as green as myself. She appeared to be dressed very plain and seemed to prefer to be called Sam. She shared much of the same features as the others in the area. Nothing really stood out about Sam at all, as she was stoic and expressionless. Yet, the Bossman certainly didn't waste any time getting her to sign a contract as a trail medic.
Approaching our wagon, at the far end of Main Street, I pointed to our small outfit near a stable, just outside of town. Trekking away from the strip, we could see a familiar granger, keeping a sleepy eye on our mounts, while lounging casually on the ground, in some make-shift shade, behind the wagon. As Red's wide-brimmed hat rose up slowly, I knew something was coming by the apparent grin on his unshaven face.
" Well, ain’t we the luckiest wagon on Herm's highway. Hello M'lady."
"Gotta say, getting ironed don' sound so bad now, duzzit Chavo?” Red barked softly, tipping his hat. Red scooted a stool, just short Sam's path, as we came under the tarp. Sam passed Red silently, as I opened the wagon the back of the wagon for her. Before I could explain, Sam quickly and methodically found a place for her gear in the back compartment, more or less where it would go.
Red pulled out a strange bottle of whiskey from behind his gear, that he was using to cushion himself and tossed the bottle to me. The color of the liquid threw me off, as it was bright green, with a diabolic incubus drawn on the bottle's label. The granger was known to get a little too 'pished', as he calls it but we did have some time before the market opened and Bossman still had some dickery to do.
"Don' ya try and boss Sam, she knows what she's doin'. Have ya some bitters, It'll clean ya out, head to arsh. ", Red chuckled and patted the stool. Sam had apparently already moved to examine the horses.
"I'm more worried about ya running off and getting ironed now", I said, taking a swig of his wicked concoction, "or worse, ya might wax off our new saw."
Red's casual cool seemed to dissipate and as if something took his pish, he appeared sober. Only knowing him for several weeks on the road, I had already discovered, neither of which ever did happen very often. Red's voice was lower and on a serious noted, he spoke " I don' know what ya reckon of saws but that woman is a real saw."
"Ya sound like ya got backtime with her, Red", I said with a grin.
"Believe it, if she was waxed, she'd have sawed my head off.”, declared Red as he wiped the sweat off his face with a rag, he then stretched and tried his best to, at least, appear relaxed.
"Pass the Pish", sighed Red, as he slid a crooked cigar out of his leather, striking a match on his boot, to light it. Following a long solemn swig, he relaxed again and looked ready to spin a story. Red was known to tell some tales and they were usually amusing.
After a brief silence, Red took a long drag and spoke, "Sammy the Saw, yeah I have some back time with her, Chavo."
"We didn't have a wagon in our back time, mind ya. She rode with us as we drove a herd east, through those feudin' bangers, some seasons back. It looked like an easy job to a granger like me but partway through, we had some bangers on our herd, quicker than Herm. They outnumbered us, at least 2 bangers to one but none of 'em even had any irons but every banger had a blade ready to splash us. Did ya know Sam has a Blade?"
I hadn't noticed what kind of gear exactly that Sam had placed into the wagon a while ago. However, I could recall her hanging a long bundle near the back that looked to have a sword handle poking out of, near the door. Glancing at the wagon, I noticed the handle stuck out in a way, so that it could be drawn rather quickly, from the back of the wagon. This gave Red at least some credibility.
“Anyway, up 'till then, I figured she must be mute, mostly 'cause I never heard her even spew a hur till that day. As we're drawing, she called out their leader, who come to find out was hiding on our flank with a bangstick. "
"No way, ya just love drekkin' me, don' ya." I chuckled in disbelief.
"I'm not drekkin' ya, Chavo. Ya see, one thing her kin and those bangers have in common is some kind of honorable splash. Not only does every man, woman and child among 'em, all learn to use a sword but that's how they handle their own. It runs deep in 'em, from what I reckon, refusing an honorable scrap like that, can cost ya your place in their boneyard. They say a shameful soul won' be welcome in the afterlife or some drek like that. "
Red pulled off his poncho and revealed an area of scar on his lean, bare torso. It was probably done with a scalpel, on his left shoulder.
"Looks like a nasty iron", I remarked, "did Sam do that?"
Red laughed and pointed out some scars that were hardly noticeable on his right arm and said, "Sam pulled some ironed lead out of my right arm. Did a damn fine job, ya can hardly tell, hur?"
"After her and I got friendly, “he continued, “she did the nasty mark on the other arm. Right after she found out that I got bit by a snake."
"Ya are so full of drek, Red", a soft feminine voice sighed.
Sam's hand appeared out of nowhere to seize Red's mysterious bitter bottle, "he means the kind of serpents ya find under petticoats.", she said carefully wiping the glass with a rag.
"Help yourself" Red squinted at her, "so anyway, her dabster advice was to let her cut it off or just let it rot off, hehe. Did I mention how much I missed you?"
Sam smiled slowly and took a long drag of whiskey.
"Then a few days, after she got a chance to cool off, she gave me something to help clear it up", Red smiled fondly at her, watching her drink. "but I hope ya know, I love ya more, now."
As Sam gave me a sideways glance, the look of horror of my face must have fueled her wicked smile to echo into a haunting giggle. I felt the green concoction working it's magic as the air around us seem to be spinning into dream..
At 8/9/14 12:46 PM, Green-Chicken wrote:At 8/9/14 12:43 PM, Green-Chicken wrote: My brother stopped by with his Road King. Not sure of the year? Nice bike though... I never even set on it until to day, hehehee, look out, old man on bike! LOLDamn! I look old, heheheeee....
Hell yeah! Nice man, are ya gonna give it back to him?
@splats Wazzzaah Belgium! Dig the username, sounds appropriate. XD
@skykid10 crucial bicycle ya say? Feel free to post a pic' up..maybe we can photoshop a plane engine and some retractable wings or something cool? hehe.
All are welcome..and I'm not just saying that keep phobotech from running over and kicking our bikes over. ;)
I remember when I was a kid, I stayed with my dad for a while, he used to let me drive around the yard on his bike. It was just a little kawasaki 400ish with some street tires on it. I wasn't old enough to have a liscense for it or anything, so I didn't take it on the main roads but it was fun. Just sliding around the yard on smooth tires, trying not to lay it down. I'd drop it and I think I even flipped it every now and then, especially at first. (splat!)
I smashed one of his bikes against a truck later when I was older and he was pretty livid. Hit hard enough to pop their front tire and mine too, think I took the antannae off going over it. Hard enough to lose his master link on his chain,l never found it..I had to get my own bike after that, hehe. So I eventually bought a cheap little punk rock 400ish kawasaki. Didn't have a seat or really anything electrical on it. Kickstart and some missing some parts. Fun stuff, rode that for about 3 years I think and managed not to die somehow. :/
Nah.. I have to tie her to the handlebars or something or she'll just run off when I start it up, hehe.
