I have little greater faith than that in my own writing ability, but I've been reassured that it's equivalent is a bit beyond stick figures. Lies, I say! Lies!
Beware though, when I do manage to find a good mood, I've become rather "Piratical" lately, so any unfortunate ninjas that wander by will be forced to walk the plank. If they resist, then they will be dropped onto a large portion of fire coral naked, while I get drunk on rum and laugh merrily at their suffering, while they vow some blood oath of vengeance or whatever silly things they do.
After all, me hearties, the sea be a cruel and ruthless mistress. Better we be fearing her own wrath, than tha blabberin' fools wearin' them black dresses and masks. She be a fierce lass, and her ferocious temper can send tha best and worst o' us down ta take some time in Davey Boy's Locker. But! We be havin' a mighty plan to appease the dear ol' woman... into the sea with the ninjas! Yar har!
Wait... what was I supposed to be talking about?





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"The greatist thing you will ever know is just to love and to be loved in return." -Moulin Rouge
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"Its not a pony, its a MAGIC pony!"
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