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Path-Shaper, on Feb 24 2009, 07:23 PM, said:
The looming, annoying pink things were finally gone. They'd been chopping, slashing, and vomiting at each other ever since the big wooden home had stopped moving, and it had been all a monkey could do to stay alive ...
But only one of them had been alive last night. The rest had used up their last pistol shots, broken their knives and swords, and ate the last of the food before killing one another in hopeless desperation at being stranded in the middle of nowhere.
And the last drunken, befouled sot hadn't put up much of a fight as a simian's incisors had torn repeatedly into his throat - he'd been too exhausted from pushing a loose cannon off the deck. The monkey sighed wistfully at the loss of his beloved cannon - after it had fired, that hole had been so big and empty and hot - but, well, that's life. You win some, you lose some, you jizz in someone's boot, and then you find something new to stick your dick in.
He strutted onto the main deck proudly, dragging sacks of yellow shinies behind him, wondering just how impressed all the casks and coils of rope and deck planks would be at his newfound wealth. Oooh, and look at that slutty capstain ...
And as the monkey surveyed his boundless bounty of buggerables ... the wind began to blow.
Hood's Path (alt146) is dead, he was the Drunken Surgeon.
D'riss (Masterblue) is dead, he was the 24lb. Cannon.
Emurlahn (Obdigore) has won, he was the Shit-Flinging Monkey.
But only one of them had been alive last night. The rest had used up their last pistol shots, broken their knives and swords, and ate the last of the food before killing one another in hopeless desperation at being stranded in the middle of nowhere.
And the last drunken, befouled sot hadn't put up much of a fight as a simian's incisors had torn repeatedly into his throat - he'd been too exhausted from pushing a loose cannon off the deck. The monkey sighed wistfully at the loss of his beloved cannon - after it had fired, that hole had been so big and empty and hot - but, well, that's life. You win some, you lose some, you jizz in someone's boot, and then you find something new to stick your dick in.
He strutted onto the main deck proudly, dragging sacks of yellow shinies behind him, wondering just how impressed all the casks and coils of rope and deck planks would be at his newfound wealth. Oooh, and look at that slutty capstain ...
And as the monkey surveyed his boundless bounty of buggerables ... the wind began to blow.
Hood's Path (alt146) is dead, he was the Drunken Surgeon.
D'riss (Masterblue) is dead, he was the 24lb. Cannon.
Emurlahn (Obdigore) has won, he was the Shit-Flinging Monkey.
Balls, well done obdi
