I hope you have plenty of ammunition left. The sergeant (Mother Superior) and I won’t be able to come back for a while to restock you. Every time we come up with a plan to raid, mark it out on our map and analyse it, we find flaws. Ten-score! Ten-score times we have “fallen” to our enemy, The Squids. The nuns and monks are slowly building their stores of precious smelling salts, though.
I have enclosed a fleecy turtleneck for you. It should match your hair, but look out for lice. Salt them if you find them! Where would we be without such science? Volo wants you to know he’ll send more salt-ammo to you soon.
I seem to have picked up an STD. Are the Seer’s spires and new weaponry ready yet, and haven’t the spider-like vehicles that run on alcohol been given a star-rating yet? You should go to the bar that isn’t sleazy and filled with prostitutes.
The Squids seem to be laying their arms down in some areas, returning some of our scented oils. Fish Oils. They may be barbarians and malicious imperials with no heartstrings, but they are inferior to us. One score of concurrent raids, and we will have our scented goods back.
I am worried for you, soldier boy. Priestess will keep watch for you, so keep around women,
It would seem there is a Holy War under the sea, or between land and sea, or between land and land-posing-as-or-named-after-sea. Nuns and monks and priests and priestesses have been enlisted to recover all ester-rich goods stolen by the sea-creatures. I got the impression at first that the writter was in love with soldier boy, but... it appears not to have translated.
Therefore, I think it safe to say that this is much closer to the original text than my other transcription :D
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Date: 2007-11-06 11:05 am (UTC)I hope you have plenty of ammunition left. The sergeant (Mother Superior) and I won’t be able to come back for a while to restock you. Every time we come up with a plan to raid, mark it out on our map and analyse it, we find flaws. Ten-score! Ten-score times we have “fallen” to our enemy, The Squids. The nuns and monks are slowly building their stores of precious smelling salts, though.
I have enclosed a fleecy turtleneck for you. It should match your hair, but look out for lice. Salt them if you find them! Where would we be without such science? Volo wants you to know he’ll send more salt-ammo to you soon.
I seem to have picked up an STD. Are the Seer’s spires and new weaponry ready yet, and haven’t the spider-like vehicles that run on alcohol been given a star-rating yet? You should go to the bar that isn’t sleazy and filled with prostitutes.
The Squids seem to be laying their arms down in some areas, returning some of our scented oils. Fish Oils. They may be barbarians and malicious imperials with no heartstrings, but they are inferior to us. One score of concurrent raids, and we will have our scented goods back.
I am worried for you, soldier boy. Priestess will keep watch for you, so keep around women,
It would seem there is a Holy War under the sea, or between land and sea, or between land and land-posing-as-or-named-after-sea. Nuns and monks and priests and priestesses have been enlisted to recover all ester-rich goods stolen by the sea-creatures. I got the impression at first that the writter was in love with soldier boy, but... it appears not to have translated.
Therefore, I think it safe to say that this is much closer to the original text than my other transcription :D