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Welcome home, meine liebchen. Hope you feel revitalized and refreshed after your journey.
All hell has broken out here on the island of Literotica - Bandana Republics, Militant Factions, plots, conspiracies, cliques, looting, burning and scratching of chins.
Myself and some of the other veterans from The Strand That Never Dies tried as best we could to protect your finest leathers and chains from the feverish grasp of the maurauders and pillagers but eventually they beat us into submission (I KNOW, I KNOW - that's supposed to be YOUR job). Eventually the scoundrels prized away your favourite all-rubber catsuit and your Alchemists Monthly complimentary gold hand-cuffs.
Also - in a previous episode, Havoc The Defender has revealled his awful mega-weapon and fired off a few warning shots into the night sky. (Shit - that stuff's worse than Agent Orange. It should be banned under the Geneva Convention - that poor girl, Simply Southern, didn't stand a chance.)
Anarchy has broken out on the Sexual RPG board. 'Orgy Fest' and 'Feedback' have been burned to the ground. Perhaps your benevolent sorcery can draw some semblance of order from the kaos.
What have I been up to?
Well, after some terrifying adventures (chronicled in Sweet Debwa's 'Roger That, Scotsquatch!') I have joined forces with a blue-eyed Heathen Grrrl, The Littlest Rebel, and we've started our very own Gorilla Warfare campaign - communicating in grunts and snarls (deep into the night), climbing the tallest trees (she's very nimble) and hurling bananas and quotes from the 1927 Surrealist Manifesto at drunken passersby.
Hope this brings you up to date with developments on 'Literotica VII: The Final Conquest'.
your subserviant servant
roger
xx
All hell has broken out here on the island of Literotica - Bandana Republics, Militant Factions, plots, conspiracies, cliques, looting, burning and scratching of chins.
Myself and some of the other veterans from The Strand That Never Dies tried as best we could to protect your finest leathers and chains from the feverish grasp of the maurauders and pillagers but eventually they beat us into submission (I KNOW, I KNOW - that's supposed to be YOUR job). Eventually the scoundrels prized away your favourite all-rubber catsuit and your Alchemists Monthly complimentary gold hand-cuffs.
Also - in a previous episode, Havoc The Defender has revealled his awful mega-weapon and fired off a few warning shots into the night sky. (Shit - that stuff's worse than Agent Orange. It should be banned under the Geneva Convention - that poor girl, Simply Southern, didn't stand a chance.)
Anarchy has broken out on the Sexual RPG board. 'Orgy Fest' and 'Feedback' have been burned to the ground. Perhaps your benevolent sorcery can draw some semblance of order from the kaos.
What have I been up to?
Well, after some terrifying adventures (chronicled in Sweet Debwa's 'Roger That, Scotsquatch!') I have joined forces with a blue-eyed Heathen Grrrl, The Littlest Rebel, and we've started our very own Gorilla Warfare campaign - communicating in grunts and snarls (deep into the night), climbing the tallest trees (she's very nimble) and hurling bananas and quotes from the 1927 Surrealist Manifesto at drunken passersby.
Hope this brings you up to date with developments on 'Literotica VII: The Final Conquest'.
your subserviant servant
roger
xx
