-it appears as if someone is building themselves a small contained treehouse-
-with a under-sling hammock, that rests perfectly obscured by leaves in the direction facing the room-
-an old man, most certainly in his 70s but looking really good and fit for his age exits the small tree-house, crawling into the hammock-
-he seems to have not noticed Ges/Gen-
Not much.
I made breakfast for Gracia.
And I've kept a look at the forest.
edited 29th Jun '16 1:27:14 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-he peers down from his hammock- Well, Mr Roboto...
-he has a weary smile poking through his mustache- The name's Ex-Colonel Alistair Kempson, British Special Air Service.
-Kitt waves to Julie- Hey. -smiles a little-
-Ches is also with her-
-nods to Sloth-
Still missing, yes.
edited 29th Jun '16 1:50:59 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

"... I'm over it now."