“The Moon was bright as I, as newly the owner and captain of the SS Jazz Mag escaped from the Hanging Pleasure Gardens of Greater Maggie… off into a night of worry and disquiet in my feelings. In particular the bandit that sold me this damned tub of a craft. What was I thinking handing over gold for this. (At this point) Least of all craft. So slow at this point that the stiff breeze was almost working for the Abbess of Pleasure and driving my escape backwards… Sirens M’Boy. Never get on the wrong side of an Abbess of a Pleasure Garden…”
“On Moons like that i often saw streams of Robed Women. They’re damned dangerous as a rule, not cruel as such, but if you’ve got into their flight path they’ll shred your gas bag soon as they’d eat a caramel sparrow, of other flyers they do not give a damn…”
“This dwelling was old when the Gods were young, situated on the Isle of Mag’s Head. Robed Women seemed to flock to the place. Possibly by Magical Charm or just a funny feeling in my left yarble, I steered the SS Jazz Mag away from this lonely outpost of total male submission…. Wazzat? no thats not very funny Oswald. That is no Hotel California, though, not one you’d leave with all your parts….”
“Ah yes this juicy detail of me in Jazz Mag ..escaping bravely as you see, with great cool and resolve i sneaked out from under the nose of the Zeppelin past the Khazi of Doom and Away from a woman that wanted to kill me with pleasure. For Her pleasure, and some damned bleak religious excuses to explore the effect of inflicted Nymphomania…”
“Ah the Mighty Jazz Mag Mk.2, I had the engine up-rated and doubled the pressure of the gas bag. I set her up just right. Not really fast but her small size helped me evade capture time and time again. And my uncanny ability when not to be somewhere… And Jazz Mags solid hull deflected most basic lead bullets. *do NOT use normal bathtubs as protection from small arms fire* Jazz Mag might not look it now, but that tub was crafted by the Water Dwarves of Radox with a level 4.5 ballistic rating, capable of supporting an up to the brim Murcury bath-time. Not all bath-tubs are the same.
Etimret 