jolly good, some exploration is getting done well done chaps

I do believe some of the boys have gone native. Only to be expected in the tropics. Mad dogs and Englishmen and all that.

Sir Nige is soooooooo mine :)

Let us erect a warning.

It is funny how some people really want to keep a heavy hand on their site. No funny biness allowd. I want to say, thanks for the warning but we are pretty much game for whatever.

Good heavens! Who could this WhiteKnight be? An emissary from a rival group of researchers, perhaps?

Surely he had no need to be insulting. We may not ALL be the handsomest fellows, but I wouldn't describe any of us as "trolls". :(

We certainly appreciate your willingness to tolerate our little band of travellers under the shelter of your huts for a few days, and hope you'll have a bite to eat and a drop of brandy with us while we're by.

Journal Entry, Chaos 31, YOLD 3175:

Early Morning. I have partially deciphered the runes upon the boundary marker and have used the directions provided to find my way to the local settlements. Upon arriving I have found a small group of our party has made it into this new territory. Basecamp has been established with only one tea related incident. This surely seems a good sign. I have noted which of my fellow explorers have survived the stinking humid trek through the jungle here in my notebook, and will send a report back to the Academy soon.
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[Section Torn Out]
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Lunch. While sipping brandy with Sir Nigel, one of the natives has approached our camp waving a torn piece of journal paper. It seems someone had approached him near their latrine grounds (and remained anonymous by hiding within the trenches). This nefarious character handed our native friend my list of Safari members... torn from my VERY JOURNAL, and began spouting filthy lies about our people. Horrible accusations of theft, rape and pillaging.

Our native host has told us that he doesn't believe these horrible slanders, as they fly in the face of our behavior while we have been guests here. He seems concerned about what this theft might mean to the relations between our groups. Sir Nigel seems to have calmed the poor fellow's nerves and thanked him for revealing this theft. This development will require quite the deliberation from the Safari. I shall break out the whiskey. [End Journal Entry]
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Sir Nigel! [Offeres up a small cup of whiskey.] This recent theft has me suspecting the porters we hired on at the last town.... Or could someone be shadowing the Safari? Could this possibly be one of the Pterodactyls agents? Could they really have caught up to us while most of our party remains scattered in the jungle? How shall we approach this new threat?

there are no safaris without dangers old chap, i dare say that given this agents predilection for hiding in the latrines we may be able to track him by scent alone..

Half the time I don't even know what's going on with this sarari thing, and I'm finding it very amusing! :)

Yeh - I, for one, am confident that between the moderators and dwellers here that together we can handle whatever may happen, if anything. They have been well behaved guests so far. Again welcome weary travelers and please rest as long as you need/like.

three quarters of the time we safari members don't know what is going on so you are doing rather well, no two safaris are alike and different challenges are faced at every turn, all par for the course in the life of a intrepid explorer of the Internet wilds. wot wot

Sir John, how long may we expect your stopover to last? Where are you headed next?

Stay for a while. We haz beerz.

We got 'em from chrisinhouston's fridge.

camp will be struck in a day or two, we haven't received word from the royal academy yet as to our next destination, the unfortunate cause of many lost explorers that and the unreliable use of porters to communicate, we will try to send a map back to the cellar so that any of you fine gentlemen who wish to can join the safari in our next base camp.

We are amused, We will be addressed as Lord Fargon from now on!

Wot's this, you've BEER? Good heavens, what mercy has brought us to this blessed place! It's been weeks since I've had beer, and while I do enjoy the Scotch there's nothing quite as refreshing and civilised as a chilly pint! Pip pip!

We shall have to depart soon, though, as we strive to stay a few days ahead of those dreadful pterodactyls, so as not to bring woe to our hosts, or lose any more of our expedition.

I can't say I'm looking forward to the end of our stay... as bedraggled and straggling as our band is, this has truly been a respite in the wilderness, and your hospitality quite refreshing.

Then what will I be called?

Hellboy?

capnhand?

I don't believe Sir Nigel is a true Knight of the Realm.
I've thumbed my Burkes til I'm quite sore, and I still can't find him.

:lol:

i assure you sir Nigel is with out a doubt bonafide

Well as he's been a true gentleman I am inclined to believe him. Perhaps the Knighting happened during the expedition and the records never got back to London. What with all the porter troubles they have experienced...

Brandy? Pass it over here, please.

Brandy!

I'd like to second that sentiment.....this is my kind of invasion. nothing like the ag invasion.....it would be nice if you fellas put up a semi permanent hovel and checked back from time to time....maybe come sit by the fire friday nights and chat.....

oh yah...this too:

nice pith you are ready to go

perhaps we will set up a way-station a place for porters to rest and for safari members to pop in and tell tails of there exploits and stories of new explorations while having a few refreshments

But can he afford to give the girls clarinet lessons? Has he prospects?:headshake

uh-oh, looks like Jim is taking the pith...

No, it's gonna work. you just gotta get close enough to talk to her. Takin' off with us has got more future than marryin' a guy named Waldrip. nigel is Goddamned bona fide

I eagerly anticipate the arrival of Sir Pent, Sir Vix, Sir Tainly, Sir Cull, Sir Vile, Sir Cum-Stantial and his cousin Sir Cum-Sized.

I need to begin working on my pithy explorer persona.

I'm thinking I'll be Woodrow.....to keep with the lumber reference......

just have to work out what role I'll play in the team.....I was thinking big brawny hunter type.....or possibly fresh faced youth that is being groomed to lead the future expeditions......or maybe Black Jim, the mercenary, hired to hunt down Dr Livingstone......

i need more data.....

sir vent, sir cut, sir beeah, sir ching, sir itipusly,

I think they need someone to play Jane...

I can do the damsel thing, if I work at it a bit.

More of the Marion Ravenwood type, actually.

Greetings, my fellow explorers.
It appears I have wandered into your camp by mistake. I hope you don't mind if I stay for a bit, I'm horrendously tired from my last exploit. And I had a slight run-in with a polar bear and a couple of penguins, but that's all sorted now.

So, have you discovered any local places of interest as yet? I understand the locals have a predispostion to rather rudimentary methods of communication, which could prove to be a challenge.
But we shall endure, wot wot!

me....ow!

Careful! She has spots on her pussy.

greetings sir simpletoon plenty of fun to be had dive right in, pip pip

and do be careful in those Arctic locals the penguins are a sneaky lot

No penguins in the Arctic, not polar bears in the Antarctic - no wonder he's tired if he's been travelling pole to pole.

in typical internet safari form
http://www.abbottandcostellocollecti...nc_720-065.jpg

or exhibit to exhibit at the zoo

and teeth.


:eek:

its on a leash nothing to fear chaps

:rotflol:

aha! as I suspected, an impostor! this one is not a true knight of the realm for sure.... h's not even of the realm....

i know a lass with a pussy on a lead when i see one, trying to speak the native language wot wot

yeah, I use that old line all the time....

http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n...i/Beware01.png

I fear we may have to leave this charming locale, soon. The cries of the vicious pterodons draw near. Come, my Safari friends. Let us open the last can of kippers, and break the seal on the last of the scotch. The porters are restless, and we shall be gone within days......

the dreaded pterodactyls!! i will put my kit in order, in case a hasty exit is required. strike my tent porter and make ready for the journey ahead.

Not even enough time for one more night at fireside chat?

Pretty pleeeeaseee :D

Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!

Toodle Pip!
 

Well, I fear my stay may have been overly brief, and for that I apologise. I also fear it may have been my arrival that brought these blasted beasts ever closer.

I have been tracking these foul and inhuman creatures for the past 4 months. The hunt has taken me all across these vast lands. However, for the last few weeks, I have begun to postulate that these strange beings may be cleverer than we think. At my last camp point, I began to see the things approaching at night. As they have never even approached me directly before, I was quite frankly terrified. However, they did not actually enter my camp, seemingly afraid of the fire and torches I had cunningly laid out, for that very purpose. At first light they flew off, and I quickly packed up camp and moved out here.

I guess they must have tracked me here, and I fear that they will continue to do so, wherever we move onwards to.

That, however, is out of my control to change. What is in my control to do, is to thank our native guests for their excellent hospitality, and then all that is left to say is a simple, "Toodle Pip!"

Bye Sir Briefinstay

Cheerio!
Don't forget to wipe!

And don't let the door slam on your ass on the way out.

remind me never to visit capnhowdy's inhospitable ass.

Gone native indeed, poor bloke.

Georgia, nuff said.:rolleyes: