Name Your Geologist

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

Marble Digger

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

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.

Lord of Iron Flowing has come to show you the way to your most rusty desires!

Shirtpants

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DnNkm6YmGQ

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.

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.

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.

:copperore::copperore:i named mine "Copper" well. you know why.....

Vodka

My Geo stay drunk all time so i name them this basically Vodka is a distilled beverage composed primarily of water and ethanol, sometimes with traces of impurities and flavorings. Vodka is made by the distillation of fermented substances such as grains, potatoes, or sometimes fruits or sugar.

Stakhanov
Poor soul, spent half his childhood in coal mines. His highest ambition is to find a hidden stash and share it with the community. Too bad he cannot read.

This island is not my home. It is my prison. When the ship came with bread and brew to our small port claiming free land on a paradise island, a place with perpetual sunlight, it sounded too good to be true. Being a small boy at the time I of course had no say in the matter, and my family struggling to keep our cupboards full and with winter coming, readily accepted the free passage to the island. And after a long trip up the coast line stopping at each town and city with a port, the ship was full of families like ours. I was only six when I watched the land fade off into the distance. It would be for the last time.

When we arrived at the island it seemed as tho it was everything the men on the ship had promised. Little did we know what awaited us here. He calls himself the mayor, although no one has ever actually seen him. In his eyes we are insignificant, it is as if by some magic force he simply clicks a button and his will is done. Hidden away inside his mansion. He has no regard for our happiness or well being, it is as if we are here for no other reason but to entertain him. To slave for him. It seems all we are put through is simply so that he can have more gold coin in his pockets and more weapons in his storehouse.

The island was once no doubt a tropical paradise, the sun never sets here. All that means to us is that we get to work around the clock. The trees have all been cut down to the stump to build his long boats and weapons, to fuel the smog billowing cokers and smelters.

The only ones who get to leave are the hundreds of sell swords, all of them criminals, bandits , & pirates. Bought for nothing more than a full stomach. They leave to attack any nearby island, and more often than not, the only ones to return are the mayors lap dogs, the generals. But these are cruel waters and there are no shortage of sell swords to hire. Many of the workers eventually join the army as well. If you can call being thrust into the front line fodder ranks of the recruits joining that is. Such was the fate of my father when he was deemed unfit to work in the coal mines and was sent off to battle never to be seen again.

This however will not be my fate, I have a plan, I will not be trapped on this island forever! I've been shown certain courtesy on account of my intellect. I was trained as a geologist, and this generosity will be the mayor's undoing. I am not the only specialist that wishes for freedom. So for now I will continue to play the jolly geo, but soon our resistance will be upon him and this island will become his grave!

My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

Chalkos

Born in a mining village, as a boy Chalkos had a pet guinea pig with black fur flecked with gold and a copper patch by his ears. He named the animal copper. When the mines ran dry, he was forced to move and the pet was lost. But Chalkos never forgot his first friend, and began to specialize in removing it's namesake from the earth. As his skill grew, people began to refer to the young miner as 'Chalkos', an ancient word for copper.

Stoney. Cause he's just looking for stone deposits. Hehe.

As he turned back, his stare lingered for a moment on that rocky outcrop shrouded in mist far to the east. If you squinted, he figured, it should be possible to see his mark, the unique divining rod he had designed himself as a young boy. He managed a sad smile as his practiced hands easily outlined one in the air. Sighing, he noticed that it had become colder during his short respite, and so he clutched his cloak tighter around him and pulled his coif down over his ears. Retrieving his walking stick from the crook in a branch where he had left it, he began his journey again, unable to chase away the demons that came unbidden after that brief but painful pause. Like Lot's wife, he had succumbed to temptation, his curiosity crumbling his will like salt, his resolve dissipating like dust on the wind.

This road was well-traveled, a far cry from the wild and remote road up the mountain in the distance. A mountain that rose like a giant, pale lighthouse, forever calling him back to his past. That day had been brisk, too, he recalled. He hadn't wanted to wear his hat, but it had been suggested to him that "Your hat is a symbol of who you are, don't ever take it off until you lay down to sleep." Wise words, in retrospect, and ones that he would never forget. The road up the mountain had seemed so liberating that day, so inexplicably his, so unbelievably free. He had practically skipped up the mountain, over fallen trees, gnarled roots and stones that jutted like shaving razors unceremoniously strewn across the ground when a hill giant no long had use of them. His dog had nipped at his heels until he threw sticks for it, temporarily redirecting the famously fickle hound's attention. It was on this idyllic autumn day that he had discovered his own personal divining rod design, quite by accident, though his signature style had come at a terrible price.

Having come around the final bend near the peak of the mountain, he had seen his father peering out over the vista, scanning the horizon. As his father had turned, his eyes glowed, and joy danced playfully over his face, caressing away the weathered lines and revealing the once-strikingly handsome complexion beneath. "Come look!" he shouted, beckoning his son over while tucking a loose hair cap under his hat. As his son arrived, the father took his hand and pointed with his walking stick. "See that mountain?" The son nodded, unsure of why they were looking at another mountain after just finally having scaled this one! "It's made of gold, son." He had gasped at that, he recalled, as his father was always telling him how elusive a gold vein was. "The whole thing, made of gold, and that's not all." He lowered his stick slowly, from straight in front of him all the way down to his feet. "Do you see that? That's your inheritance, son. My whole life I've searched for a vein like this, my whole life I've traveled, studying manuscripts, tomes, and even the codices hidden in the top of wizards' towers, and it all led me back to this very spot." In awe, the son had gaped at his feet, like an ogre beholding the finest art, unable to register the magnitude of what his father had said. In that moment, though, everything had changed.

His faithful companion had bounded from the ledge above to jump on his father in greeting, oblivious to the looming cliff behind. His father's joy had quickly turned to horror as the mutt hit him squarely in the chest with his paws and yelped as they both began to tumble off the cliff. The son, now paralyzed instead by fear rather than awe, could only watch as...

Ahead he could make out a small inn, backed by a copse of trees. He sighed as he stretched out his weary legs, deciding that this would be a good place to stop for the night. At the very least he could get a bowl of soup, and if he was lucky maybe a loaf of this region's famously crusty and hearty bread. A tankard of brew might not go amiss either, he mused. Tomorrow he would reach his destination, one he had traveled towards longer than he cared to recall. He could still hear his father's voice from years ago, though the words were much softer now, like sage advice rather than desperate shouting. "Show the world," he had shouted, "how very far this thing goes! It goes for... miles... miles... miles...", his voice growing fainter, until Miles could no longer tell if it was an echo or his father. Miles had discovered two things that day: first, by sheer chance the combination of his walking stick (the one he carried to this day) and his father's made an odd but highly effective divining rod, though the first one he had made now marked the spot where his father had fallen; the second was that it would be his life's mission to bring gold to his entire island by mapping and unearthing the greatest gold vein of all. When his father fell that day, his son had died, but the heir to his quest had been born out of the father's final words as gravity bore him down to his fate. Miles was all that was left of his father, and miles of gold had been his doom. Miles was determined not to let his father's death be for naught.

As he left the inn the next morning, he flipped the innkeeper a coin and asked him how far it was to the base of the mountain. Upon being informed that it was miles away, he grinned and waved over his shoulder. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

I named my three geologists; Jubela, Jubelo, Jubelum after the mythological Masonic characters that killed Hirem Abif. Its seems appropriate since they wield little pick-axes and disappear for long periods of time. Also it is said that Jack the Ripper was believed to have writen this on the walls next to his victims. If I get a forth I'll likely name him Jack just to stick to the theme.

My French-Cajun Geologist is named Beaux. Leaving his humble and simple life in the bayou of Louisiana, he catches a ride on a merchant ship to none other than my island! Sacre bleu! How lucky is that?! Though many people don't give this simple man a second look, he is much deeper than he appears. Upon leaving to find resources, he sounds off with a loud and thunderous "Wallajabila!", which, translated loosely from his Cajun roots means "I will look for now, but I'm off this darned island the first chance I get!"

I named one of mine Geos Midas

After the king midas, that transformed everything in gold, with cience this geo will be the best for looking out gold deposits

The geologist that works for me ? His name is Skippy Rock Chipper Jr. He is an only child from a Family of geologists. His Father is still working the mines, as well as his Mother. He has many Aunts and Uncles who are affiliated with mining in one way or another. Skippy was very young when he first got into mining. You knew right away that he had it in his blood to do mining like the rest of his family. First he started with little grains of sand. A few small pebbles here and there. He tried his hand at sand castles, but found he was gifted when it came to finding valuable stones . As he began to grow and get in to his teen years. He started his own business when he was young. He called it "Move The Earth Dirt Cheap". He did very well with this until he got into his Twenties. It was then he knew he had the gift for finding whatever he wanted . Stones, Marble, Granite. He even started to find gold and gems. He became very rich and had many mines going at once. He had a huge work force. Everything was working out as good as anyone could ever ask for. He decided to go out on a treasure hunt, like he had many times before. He hired out a small firm to look over his mines while he was away on a hunt for treasure. The company wasn't very responsible for their duties and just let things run amuck. When Skippy returned. He noticed that the company had never replenished the mines and they were all lost. The company,(who's name is. Doowee, Cheatm and Howe) denied that they did anything wrong and that there wasn't enough stock to replenish the mines because Skippy didn't transfer the amounts needed to keep them running for a few days. Although everything wasn't a total loss. Skippy had lost all his copper and marble mines. Along with a few iron ore mines, the loss wasn't that bad. He did make out very well on his treasure hunt by finding new gem pits and a few endless amounts of copper. Skippy had learned that he has to make sure that all his mines are stocked up and won't run out again if he happens to go out of town for a few days. I will let you know how Skippy makes out with his new mines and what other prosperities that may arise in his future.. Happy digging.... Rocky O'Toole. Limestone way. Granite Mountain. 0u81b42

One of my Geo's is name = Yukon Cornelius: we all should remember who this is: A pop classic. Song: silver and gold, in Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
The other Geo name based on Childress he was a miner on Rigel XII in STO'S Mud's Women.
As a result of the burnout of the lithium, the Enterprise must limp on her reserve power to the storm-plagued planet Rigel XII to obtain new lithium crystals. Mudd steals a communicator device, using it to communicate with Rigel XII; he convinces the head miner, Childress, to exchange lithium crystals for Mudd's women, and Mudd's release. Taking one look at the women's stunning beauty, Childress and his fellow miners (Herm Gossett and Benton) excitedly agree. When I get my other 2 Geo's I will be naming them after the other to miners.

Jasmine Blake thought she understood what love meant until the day she almost died.
Although Rick had been high on her pedestal for several years she never dreamed that one day they would actually get married. He wasn’t the tall, dark and handsome lover of the screen; he didn’t have the build of a triathlon competitor and as a matter of fact this forty five year old man didn’t even work out. At five foot ten and right around two hundred pounds, with a little mid drift showing you wouldn’t think he had anything special or alluring about him. But he always had that special glow and even though she had gone through three love affairs and two marriages he was always there, always had an ear, and never criticized. Today though was a special day. They had planned it for several months and made arrangements to have the wedding at her favorite chapel at the top of the mountain. She knew today would be a perfect day as she finally come to realize that what she had been chasing all of this time was standing right beside her side.

As the ceremony completed and she gave hugs and kisses to all the friends who had made the special trip to the Chapel. She glowed with excitement at starting her new life and looking forward to the next two-week honeymoon. They had planned a get away at a sky resort about forty miles north in a small remote location that she knew about from a long time friend who insisted that the new couple would have a wonderful time and not be bothered by noisy tourist. It seemed the further up they went the narrower the road got. At last they could see the smoke from the lodge and she was quietly making plans to get him into the room as soon as possible. As they rounded the last turn they found the road suddenly stopped. They felt a tremor and then a violent shaking. It seemed the entire mountain had erupted in pain and dropped tons of snow across their path. “Oh great” she voiced exasperated. Rick just shook his head as she got out of the car and started toward the front. “I’d not go there” he started as she stepped ever closer to the edge.

All of a sudden the ground gave way and she was tumbling down toward the steep cliff. As Rick was an amateur
Climber he grabbed a rope he kept in the back seat, latched it to the bumper and with no thought to his own safety he flung himself over the side. For a few harrowing moments she hung there clinging to a branch of an old tree stump. As he reached her he extended out his hand and stated “I’ve waited a long time for this day, I’m not going to lose you now.” It took several moments to get her latched to the rope swing as every few seconds the mountain would belch again. Twice she lost her grip only to be pulled from the jaws of death by her determined husband.

As they sat in the car she shook and sobbed “What has become of our wonderful day? How can this happen now that we’ve finally found our place together?” He smiled and responded “I know a nice warm place where we can spend the night.” He managed to back the car around to a spot where he could get turned around and headed back down the mountain. At first she cried, and then laughed, then cried again. The emotion finally gave way to exhaustion and she was just falling asleep when the car stopped, and Rick whispered. “We’re home.”

have 4 the 2 parents are copper-nicus and mom is gold digger :D the 2 kids ni-coal and marble-lous louie.

Geodude - instead of tools, he likes to smash up against things to test their hardness
Rock Samson - relies on brute strength, endurance and skill with a rock pick that borders on the supernatural
The People's Champ - has a penchant for cooking when he's not out searching for deposits. Can you smell it? ^.o

I will name my jolly geo as Prof. Linderbrock,and another geo as Axel.. After their voyage to the center of the earth (Jules Verne) they couldn resist their passion for searching.I accepted them as my offical searchers of the island.I even gave a job to Axel's wife Grauben at the provision house.She makes solid sandwiches.They sometimes talk about dino's and a big sea under the earth but i find that ridicilous.Crazy but hard working guys they are..

Concertina, Ukulele, Viola, Baritone, and Piccolo are a traveling folk band in their spare time. They preform for the King, nobles, and when feeling frisky, for lovers in the parks and streets. The founding members, Ukulele, Viola, Piccolo and Concertina, were playing classical music to the masses, before Baritone arrived to add a bit of umph (ump-pah-ump-pah) to their vibe. Music in the Kingdom doesn't pay, so each specs for metals and rock to make ends meet. They're hoping to get a hold of some manuscripts, so they can specialize and get more of the proverbial (and literal) meat pies.

My geologist name is camel. He travels from desert to desert in search of valuable resources. As the mayor i must make sure he has the necessary resources to stay

alive on his journey that is why i have wells for him set up as he travels across the scorching hot desert. I am so generous i know .. thanks. If he does not perform

his job properly ,well we have a saying. If you can't find any resources, die trying... or face execution because we can't stand on hearing "awwwww".

It's either a "Yippe" or a crossbowman.

Cleete, Clem and Skeeter were born in rural Appalachia. They discovered gold in a stream while setting up a moonshine still for thier pappy. Thier pappy told them it was petrified mountain lion urine and it was very dangerous. They kept clear of the stream and several months later thier pappy never came home. The man from the bank told them thier pappy cashed in the gold he had lied to them about and had runnoft. Skeeter, Clem and Cleete decided to never be fooled like that again and became geologists. The never became Jollys but they have found gold again, and made some dang fine sippin whiskey while they were lookin.

Marmolo Agato

Born in El Salvador and emigratedto the us during the salvdoran strife in the 80s, he worked as a stone mason until his uncanny rock finding ability became apparent. It is said he can find marble by looking at the tops of the trees. He is helped by his three sons Tuco, Paco and Steve.

Artemus Anthracite was born in hard coal country. His daddy was a miner, so was his grand daddy and his great grandaddy. He knows his coal. He knows the look, the feel, the smell and even the taste of a coal seam nestled in the rocks. Sticking his finger in a mountain brook he can taste the tiniest hint of metamorphosed carbon in the water. If there's coal in them there hills, Arty will find it.

George the Jolly Geologist
Not only does his name involve some joyful alliteration, but this was my father's name. After serving in the military in the early island days, he worked as a surveyor, dividing the island into nine districts and mapping the land for plottable sites. Then for awhile he was a civil engineer, helping to build the various buildings that would make up our island city. In his middle years he was a cartographer, making the maps that the explorers would use on adventure, though many were shredded by a competitor causing explorers to sometimes only find fragments. Finally, tired of sitting in an office in the mayor's house, yearning for fresh air, he became a geologist, still able-bodied and quick; he knows this island better than his children, having served it since its birth.

[This story embodies what I know of my own father's career paths, starting with his time served in the Korean War.]

Name : Quaduline Lace
Born to a family of fisher, decided at a young age to get as far from the water (and smell of fish) as possible. What a better place than the mountains.
Live life of a geologist seems to fit the quite well for "Quad".

George Washington Gist. After of course the Ohio Company of George Washington and Christopher Gist Surveyors.

Joliver - Simply a jolly geologist, bourn to be a olive farmer but wanted more from life.

he came back from eterenty so makes him special his name is nathen

Bronzeman because he spend soo much time with copper, after a day's work he is covered in copper.
WhiteChalk because he spend soo much time with marble, after a day's work he is covered in marble.
StoneSon because he is the stoneman's son.
GoldPants because you have to check his pockets, he will sneak some gold home.
BlackDust because he spends soo much time with iron, he is covered in black dusts that leaves a smokely trail when the wind blows.

Geo George, was abused as a child my being locked in a cave at the back of his evil stepfathers estate. His eyes adjusted quickly to the dark and his food was whatever minerals he got from the ground. He learned by tasting to find the best metals and deposits. After a few years of scrounging he found enough precious stones and metals to afford some good tools. Hard work and, if I may say it, good taste allowed him to earn enough money that he now owns the estate. His stepfather now digs for ore with his bare hands for George.

Doug!

John Henry. After the great John Henry who fought the steam engine. He raced the steam engine in a mining race. He won but died at the end.