Annotation: This story part base on the following levels:
- Laras Holiday Home by Niklasrauch
- The Experiment - Intro by Bojrkraider
- Tomb Raider Salvation (Part 1) - Prologue by Gabriel Croft
- Land beyond Dreams by Gabriel Croft
Lara's Adventure Diary, Part 2
Level 1: The Experiment - Intro
Hello, friends! As I promised last time, here comes the continuation to my introduction of the first episode of my great adventure diary. Today I want to introduce you a little bit deeper in my way of life, before the third episode finally will start my journeys and adventures. And I will have a lot of stories to tell, which will definately not bore you at all, as much at least I can promise you yet. On the contrary, most times I really lead a more than exciting life, on the contrary to what I still show you today before. But see for yourself...
First and foremost, of course I was born privilegded. As a daughter of a rich house and aristrocat I never had to bewail any material lack. Lord Richard Henshingly Croft was my father, who yet belonged to the richest persons of England before I was born. The name of my mother was Amelia Croft, and she was just as pretty as unobtrusive woman, who always backed up my father and willingly always stayed in the background. And my father, who had studied anthropology and archeology, has often been on journeys and expeditions - this gene I definately have inherited from him. He was a famous person in his province and well known in the whole world, the way it fares for me too today. Sadly they died much too early, and today I would give all - my whole asset - at once to have them back around me again, but this wish will only stay a sad dream for all times. Destiny is often so hard, and today I can still only try to prove myself to be worthy to my parents. This is one more reason to follow the footprints of my father all the more, continuing his work. I have the resources therefore, to make researches all around the world. It is not only my will, it simply is my destiny...
Pictures of my family album, I really show them extremely rarely. Here you can see a drawing of my parents...
Sure, the resemblance between me and my mother really is unmistakeable. However , in my temper I really look alike my father much more. Our mansion, Croft mansion, the place of my childhood, it further exists. I retrun there very often, into my one and only true home, and that will never change for sure. It dos not matter where I travel or how long, I always come back home, where our old butler Winston sees to it, to keep the estate in the best possible condition. And there is nobody else except him, who I would commit this task, he yet served my parents a long time before I was born at all...
I will show you a few pictures of this estate, of the rarely points of time, when I am really here at home to spend some time, to regenerate myself and recover from my partially really very exhausting journeys and expeditions. And then Winston really pampers me totally, and I lack for nothing then. And so this day began, as my flying camera was accompanying me - really a great and today indispensable invention for my adventures...
Time to get out of bed. And a warm shower will just do best then, wouldn't it...?
My bathroom...
The view into the hall, after I had first taken an extensive breakfast then...
The dining room...
And the kitchen. Granted, with the culinary art I never cared two figs about, this is the realm of Winston whole clearly. And he can cook, again and again he pampers me with choicest dining, if from traditional cuisine, or even also exotic until experimental. I can only say, that I love what he cooks here, and I never want to miss it...
Of course in my own home I also do much for my physical constitution, for example here in my swimming pool...
..or in my diving area...
This is the sitting room, where I like to retire in the evening, in order to watch television comfortably...
Guestrooms like this one of course are also available every time...
And my study room, where I also store a lot of books, which are very helpful for my journey again and again...
In the outside area there is another extensive training parcour, which I use regularly in order to keep fit...
...to say nothing of my speedway for my beloved motorcycle, which is a little bit souped-up, of course...
And often it precisely starts just here, as on that day, with a telephone call, which bought some interesting news and started one further of my countless expeditions...
The "title" "absent-minded professor" certainly also goes for me sometimes, beacuse if excitement really totally grips me, as on that day, then I even also forget once already, that I just only wear my bikini and simply hurtle away...
Only well then, that I have Winston, who redirects my luggage then once already,,,
And so, one more of a long list of adventures started here, of which I tell you then in the next episode most detailed...
