!vONhvIg88o 12/21/08(Sun)22:29 No.3220348|
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You will note the simple but beautiful principles behind my defensive position. I also carry my trusty hunting rifle. The horse and carriage is, naturally, a mechanical horse (controlled via lever, with two speeds: forward and fast) and the carriage comes with wheel spikes in the spirit of antique Egyptian cavalry. Crude, but last resorts always are. At least I have the comforts of a stashed away Times I have left unread for this purpose and a table for tea.
I wish the walking dead would cease arriving as such inopportune moments, I was just about to beat Lord Cavendale at chess, and I believe the distraction of creating the mental list of my gear allowed him to win the game. Damn shame, he'll be heckling me with that one for years. He plays like he's just out of Eaton, the ol' chap.
Mind, this isn't so much a "home" as it is a mobile hunting vehicle, as I have the majority of servants taking the Lady and the valuables to settle intermittently on the Moon until this Walking Dead nonsense peters out. The rockets on my zeppelin should allow me to reach it without major trouble.
James! I believe the one with the hat just made a rude gesture! I think I knew that man. Arranged funerals. Awfully droll fellow. Hand me my rifle!