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Lord E- Thanks.The Dutch and their ally UK have sure gain some march against the Brazilian.Mind you, the Brazilian are quite strong.
Lifeless - At last my life in no longer lifeless
. Glad to see you here.
BBBD - Point taken. But then again most of my army are villagers clothed in army uniforms
Ghostwriter - Good observation Ghost. But Austria is a hopeless case. I rather spent the money on myself.
Rens - I have never once doubt how far your imagination can strecth, you just reaffirmed my believe. :rofl:
Fj44 - Close
Oranje Verzet - Hmm... wonder what's cooking?
Coz1 - Me think you just have stay tuned to find out.
Stnylan - Finally you're back Stnylan. Been quite a while but now that you're back I hope it is for permanent basis
The answer shall be revealed in the next update coming up in a few more days. Have a nice weekend.
Lifeless - At last my life in no longer lifeless
. Glad to see you here.BBBD - Point taken. But then again most of my army are villagers clothed in army uniforms
Ghostwriter - Good observation Ghost. But Austria is a hopeless case. I rather spent the money on myself.
Rens - I have never once doubt how far your imagination can strecth, you just reaffirmed my believe. :rofl:
Fj44 - Close
Oranje Verzet - Hmm... wonder what's cooking?
Coz1 - Me think you just have stay tuned to find out.
Stnylan - Finally you're back Stnylan. Been quite a while but now that you're back I hope it is for permanent basis
The answer shall be revealed in the next update coming up in a few more days. Have a nice weekend.
It was that unsaid "RoAAR"!prussiablue said:
So is this "few days" hiatus over yet? I'm looking forward to more!
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Well sorry guys, I am going on a holiday tomorrow and would not have access for the next few days. I was hoping to finish the update yesterday but I was only half way through, though as I have a lot of office works to clear before I am allowed to leave. By the way, I type all my update in the office computer so I can only write something if my work schedule allows for it. Bummer
Hi guys, I am back. I was writing the next update when I suddenly have a new idea for this update. I rewrote the whole thing and I hope all of you will like it. Let me know what you think so I can plan my next update's format. Enjoy .
Episode I
“Are you sure this is a real story? Because this script really stinks”, the director take a drag of his cigarette and throw the scripts to the floor.
Richard Bamson, the erratic millionaire enters the camp and picks up the script. “Oh come on Lee, this is a great script based on the real life story of Wim de Kok, the former editor of Amsterdam Post”.
“Now who in the right mind wants to know what’s going on in this Kok’s life, he is just an reporter for god sake. Have you heard of any successful movie or any movie for that matter being filmed based on the life of a Dutch reporter. Oh, I can just imagine, the title Wim de Kok, His life, His adventure. Good luck on that especially with rumour that Rocky X is about to be released soon”.
Richard allowed himself to a glass of brandy though he is sure his psychic would have something to say if she finds out he actually wanted to drinks one glass only instead of ten each time as she prescribed.
“It’s not that bad. This Wim guy actually got quite an adventurous life, like me. Look at page 56898, Wim and his companions are captured by the local Tapajos Indians and being taken to the sacred temple in Alter do Choa. Oh, this is great, they are captured in a cage, not knowing what fate have in store for them”.
“Sounds like Indiana Jane to me”, the director mumbled.
Suddenly Richard shouts, “I get it. You can’t do this. That’s it. I should have known in hiring a punk that films MTV. Maybe it’s not too late to call Kameroon and Sfilburg”. Looking straight into his Director’s eyes, “You’re fired”.
“What, Damn you, Richard. If I can makes Destiny Chicks looks hot, do you think I can’t make a success out of this stupid script and a bunch of amateurs that you hired?
“Hey, I just have a brainstorm. How about a show where I get a bunch of peoples to perform useless and meaningless tasks for me and at the end of the day I just fired them one by one and the last woman standing can be my personal and private assistant. Then I will have a tagline ‘You’re fired’. That’s so cool”.
“Don’t be an idiot, Richard. Nobody would watch this stupid show”.
“Well, I guess you are right. OK, so are you in?”
“Only, if you change the filming venue and the lead actor”.
“Now what wrong with them?”
“Wrong…. I specifically request this movie being filmed in Hollywood but you brought us here to Bollywood. I wanted Leo di Kapo as the lead actor and you gave me Ben Ah Fook”.
“Oh come on. Hollywood, Bollywood, it’s just one alphabet and there are more Indians here, hey we are in India, isn’t that great? As for Leo, I did called him personally, but he say he is more needed in the movie ‘Fat Man Club’. So, we ended up with Ben. Mind you he is a great actor. You should have seem him doing his thing in that movie with you know who. Splendid".
“Ahhhh……All right, all right. Everybody let’s get cracking. We don’t have all days you know. Oprah starts at ten”.
*Bollywood is the equivalent of Hollywood in India.
.Episode I
“Are you sure this is a real story? Because this script really stinks”, the director take a drag of his cigarette and throw the scripts to the floor.
Richard Bamson, the erratic millionaire enters the camp and picks up the script. “Oh come on Lee, this is a great script based on the real life story of Wim de Kok, the former editor of Amsterdam Post”.
“Now who in the right mind wants to know what’s going on in this Kok’s life, he is just an reporter for god sake. Have you heard of any successful movie or any movie for that matter being filmed based on the life of a Dutch reporter. Oh, I can just imagine, the title Wim de Kok, His life, His adventure. Good luck on that especially with rumour that Rocky X is about to be released soon”.
Richard allowed himself to a glass of brandy though he is sure his psychic would have something to say if she finds out he actually wanted to drinks one glass only instead of ten each time as she prescribed.
“It’s not that bad. This Wim guy actually got quite an adventurous life, like me. Look at page 56898, Wim and his companions are captured by the local Tapajos Indians and being taken to the sacred temple in Alter do Choa. Oh, this is great, they are captured in a cage, not knowing what fate have in store for them”.
“Sounds like Indiana Jane to me”, the director mumbled.
Suddenly Richard shouts, “I get it. You can’t do this. That’s it. I should have known in hiring a punk that films MTV. Maybe it’s not too late to call Kameroon and Sfilburg”. Looking straight into his Director’s eyes, “You’re fired”.
“What, Damn you, Richard. If I can makes Destiny Chicks looks hot, do you think I can’t make a success out of this stupid script and a bunch of amateurs that you hired?
“Hey, I just have a brainstorm. How about a show where I get a bunch of peoples to perform useless and meaningless tasks for me and at the end of the day I just fired them one by one and the last woman standing can be my personal and private assistant. Then I will have a tagline ‘You’re fired’. That’s so cool”.
“Don’t be an idiot, Richard. Nobody would watch this stupid show”.
“Well, I guess you are right. OK, so are you in?”
“Only, if you change the filming venue and the lead actor”.
“Now what wrong with them?”
“Wrong…. I specifically request this movie being filmed in Hollywood but you brought us here to Bollywood. I wanted Leo di Kapo as the lead actor and you gave me Ben Ah Fook”.
“Oh come on. Hollywood, Bollywood, it’s just one alphabet and there are more Indians here, hey we are in India, isn’t that great? As for Leo, I did called him personally, but he say he is more needed in the movie ‘Fat Man Club’. So, we ended up with Ben. Mind you he is a great actor. You should have seem him doing his thing in that movie with you know who. Splendid".
“Ahhhh……All right, all right. Everybody let’s get cracking. We don’t have all days you know. Oprah starts at ten”.
*Bollywood is the equivalent of Hollywood in India.
Format seems fine, though I am eager to see where you are going with this. Keep 'em coming.
Nice update there, the format is very good so I look forward to reading more of this. Maybe we shall even know if Wim and his friends manage to escape from the Indians. Good work
Quite a change of pace, prussiablue, but quite humorous. Interested to see where you take this.
I have to say I've found it a little difficult to adjust to. Not quite sure where you are going - will have to see more before I feel more able to comment. OK, I know I am fence-sitting!
Hmm... I like the variety, though I'd leave it as an occasional interlude, and keep your main story as it has been. Unless this is part of a series that must be completed, of course.
Somehow I can see Bollywood being more interested in such a tale than Hollywood.
Interested to see if he can survive!
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Somehow I can see Bollywood being more interested in such a tale than Hollywood.
Interested to see if he can survive!
Rensslaer
Great of you guys to give me your opinions on the format of the last update. That was an impulsive act. I just want to try something different. Well now that I have done it, I guess I will stick to the my usual style but your tireless efforts are still appreciated.
And now the next update....
“ Look at his neck”, Bambang shouted, prompting Timmy to kneel besides the seemingly dead guard.
“This dart” he remarked, as he pull the rather long and thin dart from the side of the guard’s neck, “must be poisoned”. He places his hand on the guard’s chest. “ Well, his heart is still beating but barely”.
Throwing the tribal dart on the ground, Timmy pulls out his pistol from the holster. “Someone is watching us”.
Suddenly, the hysteric Major started to shouts, “Oh my god, we are dead. We must get out of here”. Before Timmy can calm him down he has already started running into the un-forgiven jungle. He did not get very far as the Major suddenly collapses to the floor.
Timmy wanted to go and aid the Major but in a flash, the dart struck his neck too.
As his vision begin to get blur, he can sees Bambang lying on the ground and then miraculously he saw a pair of cougar’s eyes staring at him. Surely it cannot……
[B]Alter do Choa[/B]
The sound of the drumbeat is deafening. Timmy feels very weak but was still sufficiently conscious and awake to figure out where they are. He saw Bambang, Major Neels and young Wim lying besides him in a small cage. Four tribal Indians are guarding the cage.
Tapajos Indians
Gently, he wakes the others. Bambang opens his eyes and soon a face of anxiety can be seen as though he knows something but has no courage to reveal to the rest of the party. Major Neels looks frightened while young Wim embrace this precarious circumstance with excitement.
Wim broke the silence “ I think we are in the middle of a ceremony of something. I gather the man in middle with the funny custom must be a shamen of something akin to that. These must be the Tapajos Indians. I read somewhere that every full moon they would hold a ceremony to a peace their war-god. Must be that idol statue in the centre of the temple. Looks like we were in for a feast”.
Bambang answer the question in Timmy’s mind, “ Correction. We are the feasts”.
“What!”, the most senior member of the party shouted. “Are you telling me these Indians intends to eat us like some chicken or wild boar they captured?”
“I didn’t say it. You did. But in case you have any doubt over the reality we are in, I humbly suggest you take a look at the big tub that is boiling. Don’t you think that looks our guards’ fingers that are sticking out”.
Not your usual BBQ
“Holy Jesus. We have been captured by savages. We are doomed.”.
“Cannibalism, I read about it, even thought about but never in my wilder dreams imagine I could be part of it”, the reporter sighed.
Whilst all the bickering was going on, Captain van der Linn was busying searching for an escape route. A devoted Christian, he is not about to surrender his flesh to a pagan idol without a fight.
His keen military eyes observe that on the left flank of the temple lie two giant flaming pots supported loosely by jungle’s bamboo sticks. Directly to the rear of it is a stream and looking upwards to the sky for stars’ guidance, he is certain that is the way to the North; the way back to the fort.
Quietly he told the others his plan. The Major was skeptical. The timid soldier from Heerenven, pleaded with the other to wait for reinforcements. “I am a very important person, you know. I am sure a rescue team is searching for us even as I speak now”. Somehow the facial expression of the others suggests they did not share the same enthusiasm.
“Less not place our life in others, we might as well become the master of our own destiny. Since there is no consensus, I propose we vote on this. Bambang, what say you?”
“Whatever you say, Boss”.
The Major naturally voted to stay idle and wait for reinforcements. “What about you, Wim?” Captain van der Linn looks into the young reporter’s eyes.
“Fortune favours the brave and yes I am in”.
Reluctantly the outvoted Major huddled in and listens once more to the plan. Seconds later, the door to the cage opened.
Thunderous shouts greeted the four, as they are slowly being lead to the altar of sacrifice. The priest and the local villagers are pleased with their capture tonight. It was hope that with this sacrifice the god would protect them from their more aggressive neighbouring tribes.
As they approach the two giant pots, Timmy gives a shout “Now” and Bambang walking on the rear landed a quick back-kick on the guard. Major Neels and Wim in the middle charged towards the flaming pots and dislodge the bamboo’s pools. Instantly the pots collapsed to the floor and just miss the four by few inches.
The result was an instant chaos as the fires spread rapidly on the ground and the smokes further hinder the visibility of the Indians.
Taking this opportunity, Timmy, Bambang, Neels and Wim now on the other side of the burning fire, ran as fast as possible towards the stream. This is the most dangerous part of the plan. Between here and there lie the demarcation between living and death. It cannot be more than 500 meters away.
The Indians were momentarily stunned but recover quickly to give chase. The Indians ran for a short distance and sensing they could not catch the enemy order their archers to start fire the arrows.
Captain Timmy van der Linn was the first one to cross the stream leading to the unknown jungle, follows by Major Neels. Bambang was about to run cross the river when he heard a familiar shout.
An Indian’s arrow has struck Wim’s right leg. It has been fired from the bow of an Indian warrior with a pair of cougar’s eyes.
And now the next update....
“ Look at his neck”, Bambang shouted, prompting Timmy to kneel besides the seemingly dead guard.
“This dart” he remarked, as he pull the rather long and thin dart from the side of the guard’s neck, “must be poisoned”. He places his hand on the guard’s chest. “ Well, his heart is still beating but barely”.
Throwing the tribal dart on the ground, Timmy pulls out his pistol from the holster. “Someone is watching us”.
Suddenly, the hysteric Major started to shouts, “Oh my god, we are dead. We must get out of here”. Before Timmy can calm him down he has already started running into the un-forgiven jungle. He did not get very far as the Major suddenly collapses to the floor.
Timmy wanted to go and aid the Major but in a flash, the dart struck his neck too.
As his vision begin to get blur, he can sees Bambang lying on the ground and then miraculously he saw a pair of cougar’s eyes staring at him. Surely it cannot……
[B]Alter do Choa[/B]
The sound of the drumbeat is deafening. Timmy feels very weak but was still sufficiently conscious and awake to figure out where they are. He saw Bambang, Major Neels and young Wim lying besides him in a small cage. Four tribal Indians are guarding the cage.
Tapajos Indians
Gently, he wakes the others. Bambang opens his eyes and soon a face of anxiety can be seen as though he knows something but has no courage to reveal to the rest of the party. Major Neels looks frightened while young Wim embrace this precarious circumstance with excitement.
Wim broke the silence “ I think we are in the middle of a ceremony of something. I gather the man in middle with the funny custom must be a shamen of something akin to that. These must be the Tapajos Indians. I read somewhere that every full moon they would hold a ceremony to a peace their war-god. Must be that idol statue in the centre of the temple. Looks like we were in for a feast”.
Bambang answer the question in Timmy’s mind, “ Correction. We are the feasts”.
“What!”, the most senior member of the party shouted. “Are you telling me these Indians intends to eat us like some chicken or wild boar they captured?”
“I didn’t say it. You did. But in case you have any doubt over the reality we are in, I humbly suggest you take a look at the big tub that is boiling. Don’t you think that looks our guards’ fingers that are sticking out”.
Not your usual BBQ
“Holy Jesus. We have been captured by savages. We are doomed.”.
“Cannibalism, I read about it, even thought about but never in my wilder dreams imagine I could be part of it”, the reporter sighed.
Whilst all the bickering was going on, Captain van der Linn was busying searching for an escape route. A devoted Christian, he is not about to surrender his flesh to a pagan idol without a fight.
His keen military eyes observe that on the left flank of the temple lie two giant flaming pots supported loosely by jungle’s bamboo sticks. Directly to the rear of it is a stream and looking upwards to the sky for stars’ guidance, he is certain that is the way to the North; the way back to the fort.
Quietly he told the others his plan. The Major was skeptical. The timid soldier from Heerenven, pleaded with the other to wait for reinforcements. “I am a very important person, you know. I am sure a rescue team is searching for us even as I speak now”. Somehow the facial expression of the others suggests they did not share the same enthusiasm.
“Less not place our life in others, we might as well become the master of our own destiny. Since there is no consensus, I propose we vote on this. Bambang, what say you?”
“Whatever you say, Boss”.
The Major naturally voted to stay idle and wait for reinforcements. “What about you, Wim?” Captain van der Linn looks into the young reporter’s eyes.
“Fortune favours the brave and yes I am in”.
Reluctantly the outvoted Major huddled in and listens once more to the plan. Seconds later, the door to the cage opened.
Thunderous shouts greeted the four, as they are slowly being lead to the altar of sacrifice. The priest and the local villagers are pleased with their capture tonight. It was hope that with this sacrifice the god would protect them from their more aggressive neighbouring tribes.
As they approach the two giant pots, Timmy gives a shout “Now” and Bambang walking on the rear landed a quick back-kick on the guard. Major Neels and Wim in the middle charged towards the flaming pots and dislodge the bamboo’s pools. Instantly the pots collapsed to the floor and just miss the four by few inches.
The result was an instant chaos as the fires spread rapidly on the ground and the smokes further hinder the visibility of the Indians.
Taking this opportunity, Timmy, Bambang, Neels and Wim now on the other side of the burning fire, ran as fast as possible towards the stream. This is the most dangerous part of the plan. Between here and there lie the demarcation between living and death. It cannot be more than 500 meters away.
The Indians were momentarily stunned but recover quickly to give chase. The Indians ran for a short distance and sensing they could not catch the enemy order their archers to start fire the arrows.
Captain Timmy van der Linn was the first one to cross the stream leading to the unknown jungle, follows by Major Neels. Bambang was about to run cross the river when he heard a familiar shout.
An Indian’s arrow has struck Wim’s right leg. It has been fired from the bow of an Indian warrior with a pair of cougar’s eyes.
Excellent, prussiablue.
Looks like you managed to work your AAR title into the update. Excellent!
Looks like you managed to work your AAR title into the update. Excellent!
I wonder what is worse - eaten by cannibals or stuck out in an unfriendly jungle. One could be a far longer and painful death than the other.