| ((wow...i leave for a while and now...nvm...))
*Kalrad wakes up from a nap ((my time away...)) and walks in to Ithilien and roams the streets for a little bit, trying to find a gun/armor/ammo shop. He doesn't find any and keeps roaming around. He decides to go to a bar he finds. As he enters a drunk goes insane*
Drunk: Yoush stupith Kalathiam!
Kalrad: Go nosm shuamda. ((**** yourself in Kalarian, pardon the language))
Drunk: Whats te flunks thet means?
Kalrad: Nosm yourelf!
*the drunk then passes out, and Kalrad orders himself a beer and starts up some good discusion with those who aren't too drunk. He leaves the bar and finds a bench to spend the night on. He hopes some of his clan mates ((yes, thats you guys)) find him latter*
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the third boat loaded weapons
before its cannon shot
we were dancing under deck
when the fourth boat shot
we never will be hit
led by the hand of god
we were sleeping under deck
when the next one shot
the wind blew hard
and the sea was rough
we were laughing under deck
when the last one shot |