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Maximillian	Jul 12 2008, 10:38 PM
Grand Duke of Nautilla Posts: 200 Group: Co-Admin Member #8 Joined: June 8, 2008	Maximillian now drifted happily in what seemed to be a dreamlike state, very similar to what happened to him when he was initiated to a tribe of frog-licking aborigines from the deep southern continents. In that seemingly dreamlike state, however, Maximillian was already making changes to the design of his ship. Even in the realm of unconsciousness, Maximillian was always working. The smooth and gentle wave like experience carried him to his childhood days before suddenly realizing that everything was a dream. The following accounts are what happened during Maximillian's dreamlike state: "Where am I" "Butterflies? Butterflies! I love butterflies!" "Wait a bloody minute." "What" "I'm too old to believe in such whimsical follies!" "What happened?" "A nut hit me." "A nut?" "Yes. A nut. It came hurtling towards me with the speed rivaling that of the titbird of K'gal." "Then this is not real?" "Logically, it is not." "Logically then, I must regain my senses." With all his strength, and mustering up a little trick he learned from a wandering monk during his sojourn in the east, Maximillian pushed the limits of his normal existence and managed to regain consciousness, even if it was a bit disorienting and a bit nauseas. After all, the High Lord was accustomed to far worst situations involving a small ship like his afternoon folly. Opening his eyes, like a slit through a sieve, he managed to gaze upon a nice view which was undoubtedly still moving like in his dreamlike trance. Maximillian then mustered up all his senses and beat his face up just to make sure he was awake. And indeed he was! He then took a small flask from his vest and imbibed a healthy amount of the liquid inside, the fluid spattering a few blots on his now oily silk coat. The liquid made him cough a few moments before it passed away along with some of Maximillian's pain. Then as he was trying to make out what was happening, by some unfortunate incident unknown to him, hit him literally. His head hit a low lying branch knocking him out again and forcing him back into his dreamlike trance. Licking frogs was much less painful.


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