05-14-2019, 08:21 PM
Mark hadn't batted an eye when the floor opened. He'd read that design spec as he was familiarizing himself with the ship. The height didn't bother him, as he been flying hang gliders around the heights of the peaks of Peeperaure' since he was old enough to read how to build one. He smiled at the round of toasts, and recalling an old Danish tradition he'd read, began a round.
"To Her Majesty Overlord Fox! Long may she reign!"
(The next would be to Her Majesty's consort, General Steele, and then to the Princess Rain, and then so on through the power structure. If you're toasting with alcohol, you will be quite toasted by the end of the toasts.)
"To Her Majesty Overlord Fox! Long may she reign!"
(The next would be to Her Majesty's consort, General Steele, and then to the Princess Rain, and then so on through the power structure. If you're toasting with alcohol, you will be quite toasted by the end of the toasts.)
All Hail the Overlord!