Well , most of the folk in VO enjoy a bit of RP , and "Ecka the ancient Miner " just developed out of that . It was Zathras who described Ecka as speaking with a thick Nyrius accent , though perhaps the comma was missing and it should have read "Ecka is thick , and speaks with a Nyrius accent"

That aside , I often use a written version of the west coast scots accent for a bit of character play , as a contrast to the mock south west of England pirate accent.

So imagine a small wiry grizzled old miner , a bit taciturn , unflappable, spending hours alone in the half light of the deep 'roid fields of space . Miners helmet and lamp on head , even at the control desk of the dusty moth. The sort of old timer who could afford a cigar of Churchillian propoprtions, but prefers hand rolling baccy from a battered tin the colour of the red roids of Pherona.....

As to the Nyrius(scots) accent . Och is a slightly jaundiced Oh , the ch being soft and from the back of the throat. Ye ken is simply you know, added for emphasis. A yarn is a tale or a story. So just for fun;

Och , it wis Satdy , ah wis minin' a muckle ben o' Apicene, when mah guildie oor Surbius pipes, " hey Ecka , come to D2"

Ah kent weel why , fur the War o' the Nations wis aboot tae kick aff. So ah slipped oot the 'moth and intae a Vult , an sauntered awa' tae Sedina.

Wur group at awa' tae the left , all a bletherin' aboot tactics fae the rammie. All they Proms an' valks wis the talk o' the steamie , so it wis. Wur all sitting , waiting on folk fae oot the toon , so ah takes a wee dram , just tae be gallus ye ken.

Weel, yon Sercos and they ‘tanis is itchin fur a square go . I hear the patter ower the Sector comm, sae wur gang decides tae boot “targets of opportunity “ an keep shugglein’ roon the sides.

OmegaO is the ref , an he’s no goanae huv it kick oaf till wur all in wur oon haufs. So ah huv one mair dram. Oot the windae ah see jolly wi’ a screwtap, pierat an’ miner right fae the auld wan-two. Ah tak a last swatch at yon radar , Omega yells “GOOOOO” an’ wur gang gies it welly tae mix it.

Ahm slippin towards the pack an’ a greenie looms oan the radar . Swing ra snout roon’ an’ target , a Serco in hog “9thsfotto “ . Och , a soosider sae ah skitter awa’’ an slither past fur a strafe . He’s hoppin’ aboot like a flea at paddy’s but ah range and gie it laldy wi ‘ the lawguns. Nae a bad wain this Serco , but ye cannae push yer Granny off a bus. A roll, throttle back , an’ a couple mair shots , yon hog is mince.

Ah slap the turbo tae gie me room fur a gander . The auld firms knockin’ lumps aff each other , like theys up fae the cup , so ah lean corrie handed- nae danger ahm cutting through that cowp.

A daud o’AGT ratlles past wur vult , aw shite theres a prom up ma erse. “usnavy “ is the big yin’s haundle. I huv tae sling ma bahookie then jook ma way oot o’ the glaur. Gaunna no do that I say tae mysel’ , an as the proms cell gets wabbit ah pivot and gie him the chib . Yon wains plucky , but that proms goat tackety boots. Ah leap like a wain wi’ new gutties, dancin aroond wi the laws chibbin’ awa’ at the headies armour . Last burst , and ahm in jeelie. Alive , but yon hairy took awa’ hauf ma armour wi’ that boom.

By noo the guddle o’tanis and sercs is owr, an the sector is lookin’like a burst couch. Ah mark a ‘roid hoachin’wi’ma teamies , and hurl it tae the jungle. Ah spot a cent jiggin’ in the fire , an’ lay on the target . Jeez oh , tis “Cunjo “ wi nae much armour , mockit wi’ fire , ah line up ma vult and plump the punter wi ma laws......hes as foo as a puggy ....ya beauty by the way....

Ma teamis are yellin’ like schemies, we are slungin’ the stragglers . We’re spare , an’ ah tag behind as wur guns melt “Everson B “. Like a wifey aff fur messages ah tak the kill,,,, sair much fae that Shuggy.

Five UIT left , an’ “OmegaO” the high heid yin ‘o the ‘tanis still flittin’ . Nae sweat big man , he’s good but ah kent his faither. Oor gank pack caws his legs oot , an ah kent he’s beelin’. Ahm doon tae 8% armour , tryin’ tae avoid bein’ banjoed when he comes at me like snow aff a dyke. Less than a hauf cell, ahm in a dwam as ah gie it a long burst right oan his coupon. I think the boom will dunt ma Vult ,ahm almost in the dunny at 4 %... but aye , wur team taks the biscuit.

By noo , ahm as sweaty as a chanty-wrastlers jock strap, an ma heids awa’ wi the faries .

Och , a fine War o’ the nations.....

Cheers.

Now, THAT'S prose!

I have found a new tagline for myself:
"...aw shite theres a prom up ma erse..."

And, excellent read, Ecka, I think I read it better when tipsy.

Leber beat me up to that new tagline.

Excellent work Ecka. :)

heh, very nicely written ecka

could sombody translate that please i cant read it without more effort than i put into most anything

That, Sir, was excellent!

Awesome :)

It's quite readable. It just takes a few seconds to get used to the dialect-style writing. :) Good job, Ecka.

liddy: He came, he saw, he conquered.

Rel: Also known as "wham, bam, thank you ma'am"?

er , veni , vedi, veci ........

and while I'm steamboats ;

sic transit gloria mundi.

It is the beginning of the week , the weather is fine , but my van won't start .........

i apologise

ecka

Cheers, Ecka...

Here's a nice single-malt to wake ya up.

Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum sonatur

That which is said in latin sounds profound

Congrats, ole geezer for makin Commander of TGFT!

Man, how did I ever miss this?

Awesome!

/me hee-feeves Ecka, wut-ah greet faightin'!
*sound of phailing comes from my Nyrius accent*