[The Spanish vessel has come to dock. Her captain, General Chang, is a man not to be crossed and enjoys himself a little too much for him to quite fit in with his Naval colleagues. He's a fan of Shakespeare and will enjoy trolling the English most of all ( Read more... )

[Chang has managed to evade capture. Thanks to the convo with Coyo earlier, he prepared by doing a little recon and forming a plan of attack. Not that he's keen to avoid his eventual fate, he just wants to get some fighting in first. He'll be in the Temple of Doom by the end of the day, but maybe he just wants to get them to call him brother before ( Read more... )

Well! How went the flood? Did anyone catch anything? A feast of languages, at least, for tonight? My Goddess! How go you?

[Chang is back in the comfortably (for him anyway) warm and musty and dark cell/cabin and he's back in his uniform. His expression is grave.] To be or not to be.

They were neither and both.

Some of them fell as no doubt their scientists were careless and mutilators. Vile and disgusting, cruel to be kind, researchers and doctorsOthers died in ( Read more... )

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Why is it, that everytime Chang boards a ship of mostly humans, they all end up drunk? It's a pattern forming!]

Well, I see there is certain way the humans like to greet their guests, hmm? Such an antic disposition you have put on!

Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more ale for me?

[Video shows us a dark, rusty looking room. The vaguest shapes of a man can been seen through the gloom and he's not best pleased ( Read more... )