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(I think it's a naval ship design you did for Versi, and you called the ship that when you shared the picture.)
Hello.
(hm)
Suddenly, 3 helicopters appear, 2 Apache AH-64's and a luxurious Airbus H155. They land on the pool deck. The door of the H155 opens, and a 5 men walk out, 4 guards and 1 acne-ridden, young diplomat. He looked around nervously, then shuffled through his briefcase for a ornate letter. He bowed and gave it to Akel
"Mr. President Dan Marino humbly and cordially invites you to the 4th biannual Diplomatic train tour of the Mojavan Pacific Coast. RSVP's are appreciated, refreshments and facilities will be provided. All you need to do is sign the waiver enclosed."
The teenager shuffles back to the helicopter, and the air-convoy fly off, the cowboy-hat adorned guards chuckling at the craven diplomat
(You have my support!)
(I'll be away until Friday. Exams are coming and stress is finally coming into me.)
Graag brom and Foxfound
(Ouch. Take care, and good luck.)
Graag brom, Garden at 6th Mile Road, and Foxfound
(Good luck.)
(Thanks! :D)
Graag brom and Foxfound
(Another place in Foxfound's universe.)
(This one actually has a government!)
(Wat)
(Did I do something wrong?)
(I hope I didn't do something wrong.)
(I always do something wrong.)
(don’t we all)
(*cries in British colonial atrocities*)
Wobbegong, Graag brom, and L a v r a d o r
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