#fat vlad

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How the 3 ruling families would react in a post-apocalyptic scenario

Olgimskys

Saburovs

Kains

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POV: Vladislav Olgimsky Sr. Day: 8 Time: Night Status: @reallybadgrief

The town was doomed. Vladislav was sure of it now and he could only try his hardest to keep his family safe. As soon as he returned to the Lump he summoned his men again for three more letters. One for his son, one for the guards guarding the Termitary, and lastly one for his appointed warehouse keeper.

His son would be reunited with him in the Lump and he would stay there until this all would end. The Termitary would be opened as per the Inquisitor’s request, though no good would come of it. The warehouse, now likely already but a shadow of how he left it, would be opened once more, even if only to get him the supplies he would need.

Vladislav scoured the mountains of papers and reports of what lay in each warehouse and selected only those that contained dry rations and medicine. He would get them all, lest they go to waste.

Once he knew which boxes he wanted, he wrote a letter to the man that labelled himself in the streets as “Bad Grief”. Vladislav still rolled his eyes at the name he gave himself, but as long as he returned his goods to the lump, all would be well between them. The boxes he sought had no labels, only the paper records kept the information of what they held within. As long as the warehouse rat didn’t pry open the boxes, he likely won’t grow suspicious of his intentions. Three boxes of medicine, six of rations. He demanded them be returned to the lump first thing in the morning.

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i promise vlad sr's nose is only made out of nose

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based on a great photo I found HERE

(tumblr link, with some background on the pic)

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I actually cleaned this up before posting, yes, there is an even uglier version on twitter

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