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| Narutard | Date: Th, 04.August.11, 7:51 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The seas have disappeared. Most of our ships are stuck in the sand of what used to be ocean. New continents have been formed but population has drastically fallen. Why? It rarely rains now and when it does, it's only near lakes and rivers. But, we of Pirate Island have created irrigation systems for our crops and easily domesticated animals for our meaty needs.
Pirate Island is one island of secen harbored in the one last ocean in the world, the Atlantic. No one really knows why, but it's led to rumors that the Americans, the ONLY prostering country, are the ones who stole the water of the world. Anyways, seven islands remain in the low water levels of the Atlantic ocean and they are all owned, well, ruled, by pirates. Our Pirate Island is ruled by Captain Phoenix, one of the Seven Scourges of the sea. Naturally, the other six islands are owned by the other Scourges.
Captain Phoenix is the youngest of the scourges, and suprisingly harbors the fieryist personality, hense the name. But the personality is only half of it, her bright red hair carries the name for her. Oh yeah, did I mention Captain Phoenix is a hirl? The only girl Scourge, 16 years old, and Captain of Pirate Island. We are her crew and now her colony, and we prepare for war. Captain Phoenix has angered the Scourges again and now we have to wage battles against all six crews of the most powerful pirates in the world. Personally, I'm not worried about us, the crew, we're trained and stubborn. The one I'm worried about is Captain Phoenix. She has to fight each and every Scourge and though she is a Scourge herself, she is the smallest, youngest, least experienced and, more importantly, a girl. But, all we can do is cheer her on and fight our own battles.
Xander, the Pirate, Lieutenant Captain
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 4:00 PM | Message # 3851 |
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| Dillon:
I rolled under anothe spear, and sliced it in half with my cutlass.
Irish:
I than saw guards, surrounding us, as I drew my father's katanna. It got quiet all of a sudden, when an atlantian charged at me. I was suddenly behind him, blade still draw, him falling with a gash on his shoulder.
Grim:
I tossed my scythe in the air, and than used it like a boomerange, it knocking out many guards, but coming back to me, grabbing the handle of the blade.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 4:09 PM | Message # 3852 |
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| Reagan
I drew my father's gun, smacking an Atlantian to the side as I ran at Joey.
Joey
"Bring it little bitch," I smirked, drawing my sword. "This is my city."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 4:16 PM | Message # 3853 |
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| Dillon:
I jumped up and gave him an strong knee to the face, but a guard pulled out a gun, and shot me in the side.
Grim:
I was back to back with Irish, as she smirked. I tossed her in the air, and she slammed in almost a blinding speed ran in a circle, knocking down all the guards that surrounded us. She panted and sheethed her blade.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 4:22 PM | Message # 3854 |
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| Reagan
"Back off Dillon, he's mine," I growled, running after Joey who had continued up the stairs.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 4:30 PM | Message # 3855 |
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| Dillon:
I got up and looked at Irish, who ran to me and gave me a bear hug
Grim:
I sighed and just walked up the stairs, Dillon and Irish follwing behind.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 4:47 PM | Message # 3856 |
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| Reagan
I tackled Joey to the ground, recieving a blow to the head in return. I rolled away and jumped up, drawing my sword. I ran at him, meeting blows.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 4:48 PM | Message # 3857 |
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| Grim:
I watched slowly looking at them
Irish:
"Come on Reagan."
DIllon:
My hand itched, wanting to get involved.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 4:52 PM | Message # 3858 |
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| Reagan
We fell apart and came at each other again. I kicked his stomach and he flew threw the wall. I jumped after him.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 4:55 PM | Message # 3859 |
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| Dillon:
I looked at Joey, and than my eye widened as a spear cut her off.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:00 PM | Message # 3860 |
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| Reagan
"Okay seriously, who the fuck is throwing these things?!"
Joey
I laughed.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:04 PM | Message # 3861 |
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| Dillon:
I ran at him, and stabbed his side, as a spear hit my back
Heron:
I walked forward and looked at Dillon. "Thank you...for falling into my trap."
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:10 PM | Message # 3862 |
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| Joey
I smiled and grabbed the Time Keeper, pressing my sword against her throat.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:11 PM | Message # 3863 |
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| Heron:
My body turned pale "Me and Joey...discovered this place years ago"
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:17 PM | Message # 3864 |
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| Joey
"It's ours," I hissed, pressing the blade harder against her neck.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:22 PM | Message # 3865 |
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| Heron:
"And nobody's gonna take it from us" I said smiling at them.
Irish:
I jumped up and cut at him, but Heron knocked me down
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:37 PM | Message # 3866 |
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| Joey
I glared at them all. "And just to show you...what say I take this little red head's life?" I beamed, a crazy gleam in my eyes.
(lol, stupid Joey, can't kill an immortal, just seriously injure)
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:37 PM | Message # 3867 |
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| Reagan
I swallowed, looking at Grim.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:41 PM | Message # 3868 |
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| Grim:
"Go ahead and try." I smiled and walked slowly to him "She's immortal"
Heron:
"Immortals can die if they lose thier heads"
(Yes, I am a fan of the Highlander series)
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:49 PM | Message # 3869 |
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| (...should I?)
Reagan
I paled and looked down at the blade against my throat
Joey
I laughed, smiling. "I'll do it too."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:51 PM | Message # 3870 |
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| Dillon:
A shot rang out, as Joey fell to the ground holding his side. I picked up his sword and gave it to her. "Shall we?"
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:53 PM | Message # 3871 |
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| Reagan
I grew infuriated and drew my gun, spinning it around my finger until the barrel of my gun rested upon Heron's brow. I snagged Dillon's gun as well and pointed it at Joey. My eyes were dull. I clicked the hammer's back.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:55 PM | Message # 3872 |
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| Dillon:
I looked at her and took my gun, and shot Joey's head. I walked back and looked at Reagan.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:57 PM | Message # 3873 |
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| Reagan
I smiled at Heron. "I will kill you but out of the goodness of my heart, any words?"
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:58 PM | Message # 3874 |
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| Heron:
"Please don't kill me" I said scared
Dillon:
I heard something muffled.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 29.February.12, 5:59 PM | Message # 3875 |
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| Reagan
I looked at Dillon. "What was that?"
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