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>>269577 Liam Vickers is a fucking hack, if he actually studied Aussie culture he would know that every good Australian has a knoife the size of their leg and a pet crocodile
>>269557 I do belieth that artist William Vickers will haveth an iron grip upon the novel and not allow for too much to stray from the source material if at all
I keep noticing that all of these Solver-War concepts are awfully Americanized military. Which asked me wonder how well London faired against The Solver
>Be me >Sir Gullingham III >Live on the luxurious planet of Elizabeth-7 >Live within my mansion made from 100% Neputian oak >Suddenly the sky turns red >"What the devil?" I sputter as my moncle falls into my tea >Whip my Maid in a fit of rage as I have to pluck my soaked moncle out from said tea >Watch as strange winged metal woman fall from the skies >Feel a tingle in my pantaloons at the sight of them >Tingle immediately evaporates the moment one of them torches my tea field >"Good heavens!", I exclaim aloud as I rush to grab my laser musket >Crank the damn thing 5 times increasing the power of the shot as I blast away the mechanical woman >Hear it scream something in a bloody American accent >Connect the dots >"Those damn yanks! They're still not over the loss of a stuupid buildin' over two-bloody-thousand years later!?" >Notice another yankee machine attempting to grab me from behind >Draw my Plasma pistol >She's disintegrated on the spot >Notice another one dumping it's head into my marmalade barrels >Charge the rapscallion with my Plasma-Cutter >They parry with a well-timed crossing of their own blade >"Oi!" I exclaim in surprise >Suddenly find myself flung 20 feet backwards >Fall down my well >Spend the rest of the day wringing water out of my trousers >"Fuckin' yanks."