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Yes, yes...that's all well and good...

...but where are my PRESENTS?

:D
 
Actinguy said:
Yes, yes...that's all well and good...

...but where are my PRESENTS?

:D
Didn't you like my present? :(
 
Ha, okay, okay. Snugglie and Slinky are off the hook.

But the rest of you owe me presents!

(I accept Ford Mustangs!)
 
Actinguy said:
Ha, okay, okay. Snugglie and Slinky are off the hook.

But the rest of you owe me presents!

(I accept Ford Mustangs!)

...its in the mail. You did send me your address, right? :cool:

I'm wondering where this is going...no dead bodies yet. Perhaps a new victim has presented herself? :eek:

TheExecuter
 
Actinguy said:
He dropped flat on the ground, then swung out a foot, catching the not-so-dead woman behind the knee. She stumbled and came crashing down on top of him, still clinging to the knife.

He cocked his head to the side as the knife narrowly missed him. Grabbing her by the arms, he shoved her to the side and then came down on top of her, wrestling her hands above her head. She bit his nose, he pulled back on her hair, she spit in his eyes and then brought a knee up, catching him between his legs.

Robert reeled back, as she came at him with the knife once again. He ducked and twisted, drilling the top of his head into her stomach, and then lifted, tossing the woman backwards over his head.

She twisted in the air, but landed back on her feet, still holding the knife, and charged once more. Robert knocked the knife from her hands, then took the sheets he had gathered and draped them over her head before yanking back.

The woman fell backwards, struggling as Robert continued to encase her in the sheets, rolling them up, forming a sack around the woman. He lifted the woman-sack over his back, then swung it in the air with both hands above his head, while working his way over to where the knife had fallen.

Taking the knife between his bare toes, he kicked up and released, catching the dagger's handle with his teeth. Then he placed the sack against the wall and spit out the knife as hard as he could, piercing both the top of the sack and the wall.

Exhausted, he stepped back and looked at his handiwork. The sack...and the woman...hung, pinned to the wall, about four feet off the ground. Though she continued to struggle, she couldn't break free from the sheets.

"Now," he growled, "Start talking."

Well, at least you've gotten better at writing sex scenes.
 
@Phargle: Ha. An important skill!

@TheExecutor: Sweet! I look forward to seeing it survive Iraqi customs. :rofl: As for where it's going...oh, believe me, there is going to be a body.

Two, in fact. :eek:
 
Actinguy said:
@TheExecutor: Sweet! I look forward to seeing it survive Iraqi customs. :rofl: As for where it's going...oh, believe me, there is going to be a body.

Two, in fact. :eek:

Oh, Iraqi customs...uh, there may be a problem with that...but its the thought that counts, right?...

Mmm...tasty spoilers...your not referring to the Captain and the shark now, are you? :D

TheExecuter
 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ACTINGUY! :D Now, as for your present... err.... Well.... it's.... THIS! ~Shoves badly wrapped, unidentifiable thing at Actinguy.~ It's a... giant mechanical butterfly! Right! :p

Also, I must say, Robert has quite the spitting prowess. Once these people discover Tennessee, he should enter a watermelon seed-spitting contest. :rofl:
 
Late Winter, 1085 - Mediterranean Sea

"حرّرتني فورا, أو سيتوقّف أنا رأسك وسيغذّي هو إلى أمك معزة!"

"Ce qui?"

"إن أنت كثيرا كمحاولة أن يلمسني, أنا ستلعن أنت مثل أنا لعنت [ألّ ث] رجال قبل أنت."

"Je n'ai aucune idée ce que vous dites."

"أنا قد قتلتهم كلّ. أنت تفكّر لن يقتل أنا أنت أيضا?"

"Si vous continuez à parler dans des langues, alors je couperai le vôtre."

"شهر ماي الله مطر على أنت الموت من عشرة مليون رجال."

"Vous ne me laissez aucun choix, puis."

Robert grabbed the top of the sack, continuing to hold it against the wall as he removed the dagger.

Then he moved to strike the woman's face with his blade.

"Saucia sed non captiva," the woman whispered.

Robert's hand stopped, his knife at the tip of her nose.

"...you speak Latin?"
 
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My sincere apologies to the native speakers of any of those three languages.

Especially to any native speakers of latin...because you are very OLD.

:D
 
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Actinguy said:
Especially to any native speakers of latin...because you are very OLD.
:rofl:

Well, I have no idea what just happened, but the Arabic alphabet sure is awesome.
 
@ Snugglie: Hehe. There actually are a few major hints...or, at least, references to future events...in the above dialogue. But good luck trying to reverse-engineer it! I tried copy-pasting my dialogue into an online translator, got some funny (and unintended) results. :rofl:

I suppose I can at least show Robert's side of the conversation without giving anything away.

(arabic)

What?

(arabic)

I don't understand a word you are saying.

(arabic)

If you continue to speak in tongues, I will be forced to remove yours.

(arabic)

You leave me no choice then.

(woman whispers in latin) "I am wounded, but not conquered".

(Robert replies in latin) "You speak Latin?"
 
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Interesting. I thought that woman was just a prop to give us a corpse, but it seems she's actually got something to say. :p
 
Alright...time to wrap up this damned storyline already. The past two weeks have been dedicated to like a two-hour time frame. :rofl:
 
She will kill them all!

At least, that what I found using Google Translate:
"I had killed all. You think I would kill you too." (Is she from the future too? :eek: )

Great story, by the way!
 
Late Winter, 1085 - Mediterranean Sea

"Yes," the woman replied through clenched teeth. "I speak Latin. But if you lay one finger on me, you will never speak again."

"You have failed to escape a mere blanket. You are in no position to make threats."

"Moments ago, you thought me a dead woman tied to a bed. You dare to underestimate me again? Most men do not receive a second chance, yet you make the same mistakes."

"I showed you mercy once. A mercy I do not frequently show to my attackers. That is the mistake I will not make a second time. Now...why did you attack me?"

"Put me down and I will tell you."

"You think me a fool."

"I know you a fool. A fool who's arm is growing tired, even now. How much longer do you think you can hold me up here? How much longer can your arm last? I offer you a chance to save face, yet you insist on living up to your fool role."

"My arm can last all night, and well into tomorrow, if that is what it takes. I am far stronger than you, as I have already shown. You need not worry about my arm, woman."

"And I can refuse to answer your questions, not just 'well into tomorrow', but for many more moons than you could count."

She looked him up and down, pretending to appraise him.

"Four, perhaps."

"You waste your last moments on jokes, woman, when you would be much more wise to tell me what I want to know."

"Stronger men than you have tried to make me talk. My silence knows no ends."

Seconds passed, as the two glared at each other, at an impasse. Then:

"Fool," she muttered.

"Your silence knows no beginning."

"Release me."

"Where is it that you think you will go? This ship is stuck at sea."

"If that is true, you have nothing to fear by putting me down."

"And if I do?"

"Then you will be not such a fool after all."
 
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@ Geek Knight: Hehe. She does indeed at least say something similar to that. Good catch! But...that's not the most important reference in the conversation.

Using a translator, it claimed one of the lines said something along the lines of "Mother will feed your goat", which cracked me up, since that is NOT what she is actually saying. :D
 
She could be an assassin, but for what purpose she would have been hired for, I cannot fathom.