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| Zyphe | Aug 18 2011, 05:42 AM Post #1 |
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The devilishly handsome man stepped off the pirate ship, waving goodbye to them as they pushed off. "Plenty of booze and women...I could get used to a life like that." The party last night had been wild, and while Rel was never the 'party animal' type, he definitely loved women. The short-lived friendship he had formed with the crew was a welcomed experienced as well, considering most of his days were spent in solitude or in combat against the Government. After Rel had heard about "Heartless" Hastings and what happened on Cactus Island, it was only logical that the man would have to visit Little Garden next. The same crew that had taken him over Reverse Mountain were happy to give him a lift to Little Garden, but they couldn't stay. There were a lot of stories about dinosaurs roaming around, and they didn't want to risk getting munched on by a bunch of prehistoric fossils. Now, Rel found himself on the beach and was beginning to plot his next move. He had no real way to quickly find Hastings, which was bothersome. The only solution would be to search the island, but that could take forever. That, and Rel wasn't sure just how strong these dinosaurs were. He had no doubt he could take one on by himself, but what about a pack? Do some types of dinosaurs travel in packs? He assumed at least a couple would. There was no immediate danger aside from the heat, so Rel slung his jacket over his shoulder and proceeded to walk into the jungle. He was sure to run into a dinosaur sometime, but he'd deal with the issue when it was time. An uneasy feeling overcame Rel as he ventured deeper into the jungle. He was expecting to be ambushed by a monstrosity, but none revealed themselves. Were the dinosaurs all hiding, or were they just waiting for the perfect time to strike? Rel absolutely hated not having a well formulated plan. It was physically impossible for him to have one though, because what information did he have? There was no sign of Hastings and Rel didn't know the island well enough to consider a probable place to find him. Oh, and none of the vicious beasts on the island were roaming about as he assumed they would, so that was creepy as well. Rel remained cool and collected, but he had to admit that he was getting a tad nervous. What the hell was he going to do? And that's when he saw the sign. It was quite comical, given the setting. A poster was stapled to a tree just in front of the inventor, advertising for a hotel with a special...contest? "What the hell is this? A hotel on a prehistoric island?" Either the owner was super dumb or super strong. Could be both, but Rel was going to have to go with the first option; it made no sense whatsoever. This poster was the only lead that Rel currently had though. "I guess I'll check this shit out...but Hastings better be there, or else I'm gonna be pissed." The advertisement had an arrow pointing toward the North side of the island, so that's where he was headed. This 'plan' was better than wandering around aimlessly through the jungle at least. Edited by Zyphe, Aug 18 2011, 05:54 AM.
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| Drifter | Aug 18 2011, 08:04 PM Post #2 |
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The sign that was stapled to the tree did not say too awful much, beyond what was saying. The resort was known as the ‘Ice Age~’ Resort and Exotic Experience, and the sign said it was the best hotel this side of the Grand Line. Odd enough, it was the only hotel around this part of the Grand Line. The contest that Rel had read about simply stated that a once in a lifetime reward would be given when someone would win the contest. Good enough to fight for it, as it seemed that the sign had been re-attached to the tree a few times, given the crappy job of sticking to the tree at the moment. It seemed that Rel should start walking towards the hotel instead of trying to work his way through the rest of the island hopelessly. |
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| Zyphe | Aug 19 2011, 09:31 AM Post #3 |
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"The Ice Age? What kind of blind motherfucker wound up on this island?" Rel couldn't believe how dumb this sounded, it was all too ridiculous. A hotel on an island of dinosaurs? And they were advertising it on trees as if it were normal for people to wander the jungle, just searching for a hotel. Yeah, because that's why people come to this island; to go to their freakin' hotel. It didn't matter though, since this was literally the only place he could think of that would be a reasonable starting point to look for answers. As he ventured deeper into the jungle, Rel was getting more and more irritated. Oddly enough, it was the fact that he hadn't been attacked yet that was bothering him. His eyes continuously scanned the treetops, while quickly looking behind him from time to time to make sure he wasn't being followed. Every time he expected a dino to come out and rip off his face, there was nothing. What's going on right now? Obviously something was wrong, but there was no real way to tell what exactly. There's no real point in dwelling on it though, so Rel simply kept up his guard and continued on toward the northern side of the island. After pushing through some foliage, he caught sight of his destination which was not what he had been expecting. A hut made of sticks and leaves would make sense, not a tall building constructed of metal. Whoever built it must not be very business savvy, Rel assumed. There's no reason to have a hotel on an island that people barely came to, but oh well, not his problem. Rel walked up to the building's front doors and placed a hand on the handle. He quickly let go and jumped back, slightly shocked by what just happened. His hand felt...cold. On this island of tropical heat, the hotel was like a frozen fortress. To test his theory, Rel put his hand against the wall next to the entrance. Sure enough, he was welcomed to the same sensation. "I have no clue what the hell this joint is, but at least I can get outta the heat." Rel then grabbed the handle again and swung the door open, walking in to see what this place was. |
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| Drifter | Aug 19 2011, 09:06 PM Post #4 |
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The building itself almost look like a glacier in design, and with the coldness of the metal of the outside, it sure seemed like a great shape to make for a winter hotel. As Rel would enter inside the hotel, he would be met with the picture that he was inside a glacier, with everything seeming to be either covered in snow or having ice like features to them. A coat rack was on Rel’s right, if he would chose to get one, and with the temperature it might have been a good idea to pull one off and put it on. There was a large, seemingly frozen sign ahead of him, pointing down a hallway that probably lead to where the competition would be at. Might it be a good idea to follow the sign? Only time would tell, and if Rel would follow it at all. |
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| Zyphe | Aug 20 2011, 05:48 PM Post #5 |
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Rel was in shock as he felt the immediate temperature shift. One second he was in the scorching heat, and the next he felt as though he was beginning to freeze. The inventor quickly put his jacket back on, and took one of the coats on the rack to his right. Brown? It's not my color, but eh, it'll do. It's better than freezing my ass off... The coat was fuzzy on the inside, helping insulate the heat. He currently had three layers on, and Rel still felt the chill. He could see his breath with each exhale, which was annoyed him. How could something like this even exist? A glacier-hotel on a tropical island of dinosaurs...the whole thing sounded like a joke. A Tyrannosaurus Rex and a Triceratops walk into a glacier... No matter how Rel spun that, there was no punchline that could even be considered remotely funny. Everything was covered in snow or ice in some way, even the furniture. Rel had no idea why someone would cover a couch in ice, considering how uncomfortable that would be, but he'd decided it would be better to just not ask. The hotel was illogical, so why question the logic behind anything else inside of it? There was no one to meet him at the front door, which was annoying too. From what Rel could remember, most hotels have bellboys or at least a front desk that can help you get situated. No, not at this hotel, of course not. That would make too much sense. Instead, there was a sign (frozen, obviously) that pointed down a hallway. The sign didn't say anything about the competition on it, but perhaps Rel was simply supposed to assume. The inventor sighed and covered his faced with the palm of his hand, getting more and more frustrated by the second. The only piece of information he had was that there was some sort of competition going on down that hallway. Aside from that, Rel knew nothing. Oh, he knew Leander was probably on the island, but he had no idea where. He always preferred to be the man with the plan, and right now he was just winging it. Rel hated that. "I swear, I better get some answers or I'm going to flip the fuck out." He clenched his hands together into fists, feeling the anger slowly pent up. If someone didn't come out to tell him what was going on soon, then he would surely lose his cool. Well, his cool as in his patience. Rel could never lose his cool, that's just silly and impossible. He began trudging down the icy hallway, grumbling obscenities to himself as he did. Edited by Zyphe, Aug 20 2011, 05:50 PM.
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| Drifter | Aug 20 2011, 08:44 PM Post #6 |
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As the hallway finished off almost as soon as it began, Rel seemed to enter the largest room he had possibly ever seen in his life. And what was in the room? The biggest snow hill he had ever seen in his life. Snow was still falling around him, as there were stairs to his left and a finish line in front of him. Seeing someone enter the room, a woman, presumably a maid in her black and white winter outfit, walked up to him while handing him a hot chocolate if he had wanted it. ”You must be here for the competition, yes?” She said, before slipping her arm into his to start leading him. ”You’re just in time; the manager was just about to talk about the rules of the competition just at the top of these stairs. Come on! You’re our last competitor, and you can’t miss how to not compete here!” She said, taking him up the stairs at a rather brisk pace, not wanting him to miss the rules that were going to be said. |
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| Zyphe | Aug 21 2011, 10:29 PM Post #7 |
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And then suddenly snow, everywhere. It wasn't just covering the room, oh no, it was falling from the sky, or ceiling, or wherever it was being created from. The only thing Rel knew was that there was no possible way it could be natural. Well, he didn't know, but it was definitely a safe assumption. The inventor held out his hand, catching one of the falling flakes. He watched as it laid still on his palm, then quickly melted into water. "What. The. Fuck." Never in his life had he seen so much snow in such a compact place. Of all places, Rel would never had expected to see such a spectacle on a tropical island. It was beautiful and all, but honestly... WHO COULD BE THIS DUMB? The confusion, annoyance, and anger was about to make him pop a blood vessel. So many unanswered questions, and yet it just wasn't worth it anymore. Rel wanted to destroy this place and then simply pretend it never existed. This was a blemish that needed to be erased. All of those violent thoughts were gone as soon as the maid walked in, however. The scowl was replaced with a charming smile, immediately going to her side. "Well hey there, I'm not sure I care much for this competition, but how about you and I heat up this tundra together?" Rel asked, although his words were lost on her as she began leading him up the stairs. "If the reward is a dinner for two, then I'll join in a heartbeat. Ah, I can see it now! A candle lit dinner in a winter wonderland~" Any thoughts of misplaced hatred for the odd hotel were overlapped by the remote possibility of having a chance to be with this woman. An island of dinosaurs didn't seem like a very probable place to pick up chicks, but hey, apparently he was wrong! Rel usually hated being wrong, although this was a completely different scenario. Realizing that not knowing the rules would put him at a disadvantage, he quickened his steps to the point that he was now ahead of the maid. Nothing would put their romantic dinner at risk. Nothing. |
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| Drifter | Aug 23 2011, 08:02 PM Post #8 |
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The maid did not really comment on the words that Rel was saying, although it did not take them long to reach the top of the stairs to see a group of people grouping up around a stage where a man with a gray beard dressed in all white was talking into a Den Den Microphone. ”Attention contestants! Please turn to your right and chose an object to either sled or board down the hill with! Chose quickly, and I’ll start off on the rules soon after!” The man said, who seemed to be in charge of the event. To the right there was a large pile of objects in a stack that wasn’t so clean, but each one was either a type of sled or snowboard that Rel could ride. There were a lot of different designs, but there should be one that the man could at least want to ride for whatever they were doing soon. |
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| Zyphe | Aug 24 2011, 12:16 AM Post #9 |
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Rel took her silence as a sign that he was right about the prize. A dinner for two! He never imagined such a wonderful chance would plop itself before him in the form of a frozen hotel. The inventor decided it was probably best to just not question it, however, since he needed to focus more on the task at hand. This competition was obviously a race of sorts down the hill, although Rel didn't know anything aside from that. Back on Osula, Rel rarely played outside with the other kids due to the constant care his sick parents required. Snow was never a big part of his life either, so this whole experience was pretty new to him. Now that they were at the top, Rel could see the twists and turns of the hill. It wasn't too complicated, although he started to wonder who his competitors were. "Hey, you're addressing more than one person...so where the hell're the other guys in this race?" Not expecting an answer right away, Rel began to look over at the choices for objects that could be used. The rules still needed to be explained, but he already understood the general point of it. Everyone gets on sleds/boards, races down the hill, and whoever places first is the winner; seemed to make sense to him at least. An important aspect was being decided right now. Should Rel go with a more sturdy sled, or maybe a board built for speed? If knocking into each other (or combat even) was allowed, then a sled could mean more support. Not only are boards more agile though, they give off a certain style that immediately perked Rel's interest. It's definitely more difficult for someone to look badass on a sled, seriously. The pile of boards was pretty messy, but it didn't faze Rel. He simply dug through them all, searching for something he'd be proud to ride. It took a little, but he eventually found it; a black board with faded flames painted near the back. The board was obviously old, although the wood appeared to be in good enough shape that it wouldn't break, while the style was an added bonus. It was the best he would find, more likely than not, so Rel shrugged as he grabbed and tucked it underneath his right arm. The cool flames forced a slight grin upon his face, which soon turned to an impatient scowl. "I chose my board, so can we get on with the show already?" The longer Rel had to wait for him to read the rules, the longer the maid would have to wait for their dinner. He couldn't have that. He would win the race in record time, just for her. That would surely impress her. |
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| Drifter | Aug 24 2011, 08:38 PM Post #10 |
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”Ah, yes good sir, we can.” The announcer said, as a few other people had gotten their boards as well. ”The rules of this race down the mountain are simple: You can use whatever you want to be first, although there will be no killing within this race at all. Also, there will be a few challenges that are set up on the mountain, but, besides that, everything is fair game!” He yelled into the microphone, getting the crowd excited around him. |
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| Zyphe | Aug 27 2011, 03:23 PM Post #11 |
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The announcer stated that, aside from killing, anything was fair game. Rel looked around for his competitors, only now noticing them beginning to ready themselves at the starting line. Their builds seemed to vary from extremely skinny to disgustingly bulky. The largest of his opponents was a tad intimidating, considering his gargantuan size required him to use two snowboards, one for each foot. It was daunting, but Rel would come up with something if this juggernaut tried to do anything funny. "I guess I'd better line up too." A smirk spread across his face as he walked over, tossing his board to the ground and stepping onto it. The snowboard had straps to keep you feet in, so he began to secure himself to it. The last thing Rel wanted was to be thrown off course and without a board. Then again, he could always steal someone else's, but that would be taking too much of a chance. This whole day was about taking chances though, and it was irking him to no end. He needed to stay focused on the prize though, and bitching about all these factors wasn't going to help him win the race. One thought kept drilling away at his patience, however. What about these 'obstacles'? I can't really plan without knowing what's ahead... The hill was so huge that all the twists and turns couldn't bee seen from where they were, their vision blocked by mounds of snow or a sharp curve. It would be much more straight-forward if this race was just a downhill dash, but that wouldn't be this particular competition. Rel reached down to his belt, feeling to make sure that his coin dispensers were still there. None of the other competitors were holding weapons, but Rel had a feeling that some were simply concealed. Killing was prohibited, but that didn't mean 'beating someone within an inch of their life' wasn't allowed. They really should be more specific with their rules... Rel didn't mind, since his marksmanship would give him a slight upperhand, although the idea of getting slashed in the face with a hidden blade didn't sound fun either. "That romantic dinner is all mine." He couldn't help himself from winking at the maid one last time before turning attention forward again. Leaning forward slightly and bending his knees, Rel prepared for when it was finally time to start. |
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| Drifter | Aug 27 2011, 07:38 PM Post #12 |
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"Ready, set and..." The announcer started to say, before he caught himself, and called to a large box that had been pushed up the hill the entire time. As a large, muscular guy ran up to it with a crowbar, prying off the large side of the box as it was twice the size of the seven foot guy that was racing alongside Rel. When the box side was almost done with being pried off, a semi-large Tyrannosaurus Rex popped out from the cage, wearing warm clothing that was fitted to his size along his body and head, but his teeth were still able to be seen as he roared at everyone, one of the smaller men that was standing next to Rel passed out due to fright. A few people brought out a large, customized sled for the Dinosaur to ride, as he lined up behind the competitors, seeming trained but still untamed all the same. ”Forgot about another obstacle I thought would make the race all the more interesting. Now, racers, get ready!” He yelled out, as a large man a few feet down from Rel pulled out a large staff from his back, as another person near him pulled out a wooden sword from his side. ”Get set!” He yelled again, as even the dinosaur behind Rel was getting ready to go. ”GO!” The announcer yelled out, as the dinosaur roared, the force of his yell pushing the racers down the hill as they got a quick burst of speed. Most people would probably let them get their footing before attacking people, but if Rel wanted to be sneaky, a lanky guy that got in front of him could probably be taken out with a strong enough attack early on. |
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| Zyphe | Aug 27 2011, 11:54 PM Post #13 |
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Rel was about to have an aneurysm. He went from being cool and collected about the race to completely shocked by the stupidity and outlandishness of what was revealed before his very eyes. Not only had they taken a wild T-Rex and given it warm clothes, but it would be racing against them as an 'added obstacle.' Whoever was the owner of this place must not care very much for the well-being of his customers, because Rel doubted this prehistoric animal was thinking of anything but lunch time. "Oh come on, IT'S A DINOSAUR FOR FUCKSAKE!" It had a hat, sweater, the works. None of it made sense, just like the hotel itself, but it was here nonetheless. Rel knew yelling about it wouldn't make the idiots around him disappear, although he had to admit that he felt better. Romantic dinner, romantic dinner, romantic dinner... If Rel continued to remind himself of this, then maybe he'd get through the day without exploding from rage. The announcer yelled go, the T-Rex roared, and the racers were off. Rel tried to get himself an early lead, but the large man blocked his desired path, forcing him to veer to the other side. A lanky man was just ahead of him, and the marksman would rather take him out early than allow him to speed up. "Buy-In." Rel reached down to his right dispenser and flicked a coin at the man's feet, hoping the shot would be strong enough to make him lose his footing. So that he wouldn't be in the way if he were to fall, Rel quickly swerved to the right. His sights were now on the gentleman with the bo-staff. He and the guy with a wooden sword were battling it out already as they took the first curve. Rel came with a devious idea to take them both out at once since they were too preoccupied with each other, but then Rel was reminded of the dinosaur behind them as it let out another roar. It's going to be annoying dealing with them, the obstacles, and this murder machine too... Rel needed to figure out a way to decimate the competition in one clean sweep, although he didn't have a plan quite yet. Maybe get the other racers to trip the T-Rex, or cause an avalanche of some sort? He wasn't entirely sure if this would be possible, but it would be worth a shot. Rel decided to wait until after the first obstacle to try anything fancy though, because a badass should always have patience. |
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| Drifter | Aug 29 2011, 04:19 AM Post #14 |
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Rel’s first shot on the man in front of him was a complete success, as the coin quickly knocked the man off balance since he did not feel it coming at him until it hit him. As he fell, he luckily fell to the left so that Rel wouldn’t get hit by him as he went down. The guy that went down still started going down on the course, though not very fast as his face was down into the snow. A few of the people from up top came to pick him up once most of the competitors had gone by him. The T-Rex seemed to be hanging back for now, simply roaring at competitors as it sped down the track. The two men that Rel watched fighting though, seemed to be heading for a ramp soon enough, and when they would hit it and be in the air they could easily be taken out by another barrage of coins. The marksman would have to be a good shot however, and keep moving in the air because if he didn’t, he’d land in one of the pitfall traps that were past the ramp on the course. He could either go on the ramp to take them out or simply go beside it and try to shoot them from the ground. The choice was his, but he’d have to decide rather quickly. |
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| Zyphe | Aug 29 2011, 03:08 PM Post #15 |
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His first attack was a smashing success. Rel's grin widened as glanced back to see the man sliding down the hill on his face. Did that idiot really think he was going to win that dinner with such a beautiful maiden? Not a chance. Even the ferocious T-Rex seemed to be backing off, becoming a non-threat. Perfect, now I've just got to focus on the chumps. A quiet chuckle with a slight lean forward, and Rel's speed started increasing. He was attempting to close the distance between he and the two men battling it out, but then a wonderful yet dangerous opportunity presented itself as he saw the ramp and pitfalls ahead. If done right, Rel could easily take them out. Unfortunately, he would also have to be careful to not lose any speed or else he would be the one to fall. The marksman didn't have much time to think though, so he went with the best option: whatever would make him look most badass. Always need to impress the ladies. As far as Rel knew, that maid was the only female here, but who knows? Some other woman could be watching him as well, and it was his duty to give her a good show! It wasn't something he wanted to do, it was just an unavoidable necessity. Rel bent his knees even more and tucked his head in, flicking a barrage of coins behind him as well. The force gave Rel an extra push, allowing him to surpass his two targets. Both were confused when Rel went between them and got onto the ramp first, launching high into the air. Since the two of them were too busy fighting each other, their speed was far less than that of Rel. While Rel soared upward, the others went off the ramp and flew just below him. "I don't have time to fight you suckers, I fight for love. Cash-Out!" Flipping his legs above and positioning himself so he was upside down, Rel released another barrage of coins directly at them. The two competitors were forced down into the pitfall, knocking them out of the race. And did it with style~ Rel then flipped to a normal pose, board angled to gracefully land on the snowy hill. He made contact, and continued to ride without losing much momentum. "Haha, it's all mine. Now all I have to worry about is the..." Wait, who was left? The lanky guy...the two idiots...then the...who was it? A crashing sound came from behind Rel, and he suddenly remembered. Shit, that behemoth. The end of the race was incoming, and Rel still had to deal with the most intimidating racer. Oh, and not to mention any stupid obstacle that might pop out. I can't let that oaf win the dinner... Just the thought of him having a romantic evening with such a beautiful woman was just... incomprehensible. "I'M COMING MI'LADY!" Edited by Zyphe, Aug 29 2011, 03:09 PM.
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