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Maximillian	Jul 12 2008, 07:20 PM
Grand Duke of Nautilla Posts: 200 Group: Co-Admin Member #8 Joined: June 8, 2008	High above the cerulean skies, amidst the crimson streaked clouds, was a small airship, smaller than most of any airships registered in the area. It was her maiden voyage today and unlike most other maiden voyages that normal ships would undertake, this particular ship was plummeting at an alarming rate. The gears and nuts now crackled and popped with excitement as they begin to unscrew and the steam coming from the valves squeaked a malodorous stench which at this point in his whole existence, Maximillian Gennadius Worthington was wondering what did he eat the previous night. As it lost altitude increasingly, the man behind the wheel of the ship was scuttling all over the deck trying to find a very important thing, a thing so important that his life was meaningless without. His whole life depended upon that thing and his concern over the impending doom of his ship was waylayed, momentarily, as he looked over the cabins and decks, looking for his precious timepiece. As the ship reached a very discomforting level, Maximillian finally found his timepiece, attached it inside his vest and managed to philosophize a few things before a though came into his mind. That strain of thought was of course the realization that he, Maximillian, was testing his new theory, in his hastily constructed experimental ship which he had the pleasure of thinking over while sipping his tea a fortnight ago. The first thought having passed him over, dissipated quickly as another thought then came whistling deep into his consciousness. The scream that pierced the air reverberated throughout the surrounding areas of the city. But this scream that most heard was entirely, unbelievably normal to the the denizens residing near the outskirts. It was the scream of the eccentric Duke of Nautilla trying to do to save his ship from crashing into the lush green and golden fields below. As the ship smoked and blew its scintillating smell of carbonized air, the pilot with all his might, steered the ship straight into an unfortunate pile of hay, where by some instance and stroke of fate, Maximillian could swear that he heard a yelp, a bark and a wheeze in that particular order before he heard his ship explode while he himself was hurled several furlongs away from the burning wreckage of oil, wood, hay and the smell of perfectly cooked, mouth watering canine meat. Seeing this miracle came to pass, with only a few gash and scratches, Maximillian shouted in glee, "Darn it.", before a piece of his experimental engine, blew up, sending a well-aimed piece of bolt straight into his cranium, knocking him out cold.


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