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I have named my geologist Dig-Dug,
Actually I found Dig-Dug begging for quarters outside of an abandoned video arcade. He and Q-Bert were trying survive in a world where all the kids played the games on home consoles and smart phones. Dig-Dug showed me his expertise in digging and mining. The air pump style of excavation was way ahead of it's time in green, earth friendly mining.
Q-Bert tried to explain his talents and skills, but **** if I understand a single thing he said.
So, Dig-Dug works for me now. I toss him a quarter every now and then. I'm trying to figure a way to bring him on an adventure. I'm that air pump thing will rake care of a few bandits no problem!
thank you for your consideration
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Zlatan ("Golden". From Salvic zlato meaning “gold”)
As a wee child I had a peculiar obsession with dirt. I mean really! Dirt IS rather fabulous! I could spend all my time just talking about dirt! Like, did you know – oh! Oh wait! I’m getting off topic again. Sorry.
Any ways, one day I was looking at a mountain and I thought to myself, “A mountain is just a giant mound of dirt.” But at that moment, just standing there, I had a doubt. It is dirt, right?
Then I HAD to know!
I began digging into them and I started to find these…. places. Little fragments sparkling in the beautiful dirt. I found that the dirt in these places tasted different. It smelt and felt different. I brought samples back home to study and compare. These were fascinating finds! The possibilities that these samples of dirt held! Just think!
Okay, back on topic.
A year later, while I was hunting for more of these places - I really did need more various samples for my research – and I discovered a gold mine. Literally.
The soil was tangy, and had this delicious allure to its scent. While digging further and further into the smooth dirt, I fell into this natural ditch. When I came to, I took a gander at my surroundings and discovered I was surrounded by gold. REAL GOLD!
That was the start of a beautiful career. My parents mined out the gold and then discovered that my samples came from other mines. We now had a new family business. No more barely making ends meet with simple crops! We were making REAL coin now!
My discoveries were more than just a profit for my family. It was a world of discovery for me. Each location of these mines had distinct dirt. I was able to hone my skills for hunting down these mines through my passion of knowing their dirt. I found that the dirt of gold mines is particularly desirable. Gold mines became my specialty.
After my third gold mine, my mother renamed me. No more being called “Digs”, I was the Mine Hunter! I was Zlatan!
Life was great! I spent all my time out, roaming the vastness of the land, finding mines and then came home to my mother’s obsession with cleanliness. Basically: No dirt in house. I wasn’t even allowed to have it in my room! Samples were one thing. They stayed in their little jars. But I can’t play with those!
Sorry, off track again.
One rather normal day, this lady shows up on a horse asking questions about me. She eventually invited me to join her on this new island she was starting to build her own domain on. She needed someone of my talents. She even called my “gift” “priceless”. The deal was, I find mines for her in this new land and I can have all the dirt I want. Even the dirt from the gold mines! The question was: Would I want to leave my home, my family, and my solid career for some faraway island to hunt for mines while keeping all the enchanting dirt I want?
Who wouldn’t say yes?!
So, here I am, working for this lady chick, hunting down mines for her and I get all the dirt I want. I have been here for less than a week.
I’m living the life!
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Rock 'n Roll & Rolling Stones & Rocky. Rocky meet Rock 'n Roll at a Rolling Stones concert. They dedisided to create a team called the diggers. These specialist while out exploring meet the Flint Stones who were very good at stone removal. But nothing compared to the power of Bam Bam and his hammer at finding golden veins. So now on the weekends the Flints stone get together with Rock 'n Roll and have fun with Rolling Stones down at a Rocky place.
~DahDude
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Tom Marksen's Story
Coins barely pay the bills, so when Sam retired as a jolly geologist, I applied for the promotion. With two kids in tow, and one on the way, I wanted that job. No, I needed that job, and I was the best man in the field. I'd been working at Settler's ever since the company started, and was going on my fifth month as lead geologist.
I walked across the marble tiling that came from the query west of town. Now that had been a great find; luck had been with me that day. Mister Paxton sat behind his mahogany desk, his elbows resting heavily on his over-sized calendar. He was a big man, and a lesser desk would have caved.
Paxton didn't bother inviting me to sit down. He just sat there eyeing me, his left hand twisting the solid gold ring on his right pinky finger. I smirked, just a little, when I remembered the ring came from the gold mine I had sniffed out from the south. Well, I didn't need an invitation to sit, since it was pretty much a shoe-in that I had the job.
The leather of the seat was surprisingly warm, and I wondered which poor slob had been here previously. Paxton didn't look away or stop that incessant ring-twisting, and in my mind I began counting the coins I'd give to know the man's thoughts. I knew that the first person to talk loses, but the silence was killing me. I didn't know whether to play it cool or come on strong. Turned out that it didn't matter.
"I'm guessing you called me in about my application for the jolly geologist position. I think I'm the right man for the-"
"Tom, Frank got the promotion." Frank was a young kid who put way more trust in his doodads and book-learning than in his own eyes. More times than not, his gadgets lead him back to the same old spots, but apparently that didn't make a difference to the boss.
Paxton must have been reading my mind. "You are a great geologist, Tom, and we like having you work for us. But at the end of the day, Frank gets the job done faster."
"That's it?"
"That's it. See you tomorrow, Tom."
I stood up and walked out. I hope Frank and his gadget get a one-way ticket to work on Theodor's Island.
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Lord of Iron Flowing has come to show you the way to your most rusty desires!
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Pinky always has been a rather strange fellow. Between his horrible name and bland commoner features, he wasn't liked by many of the local females. Not even the Witch of the swamp gave him the time of day. His older brother was an Elite Soldier while his younger was a bowman, which made their father- an ex-cannoneer- proud. Blanketed in self-doubt and borderline anxiety, he made his way through life. One day he met a woman named Mary and he instantly fell in love. He loved her wild side, her sense of adventure and, like him, was lonely. She however was bitter and mean and broke his heart into pieces. So he searches after day, to recover the bits of his heart lost to him and be whole again.
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I will name my geologist Samuel Langhorne Clemens.
He has always dreamed of finding a huge vein of gold. However when he's out looking, Samuel keeps running across this annoying sticky blue mud that is hard to get off his pick and shovel. Maybe it's time to move on, change careers, and try writing a manuscript in the bookbindery.
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Steak and Shake
He was found deep in the confines of a bandit camp, imprisoned by Chuck and Wild Mary, and when he was finally liberated, all he could ever eat, say, or think about was Steak and Shake. The only resource that he can find is steak with a nice side of shake.
