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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
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:10 PM | Message # 951 |
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| Phoenix
Just then a building began to crumbled and fall and I slid across the pavement, ducking beneath bent metal. I jumped up. "Come on! Hurry!"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:12 PM | Message # 952 |
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| "Shit!" I muttered, speeding up.
Where was something of use...Phoenix will not steal anything from THIS land!
Suddenly, beneath some rubble, something glittered...
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:15 PM | Message # 953 |
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| Death:
Something charged at my, and cut my face. I turned and shot it, casuing it to die.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:17 PM | Message # 954 |
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| Gunshots! Looks like i'm not alone, besides the other 2.
Wiping away the rubble...i found a treasure chest. An old one, with a lock.
Ah well.
Standing back, i shot the lock with my Tri-shot. It shattered, rusty anyways.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:19 PM | Message # 955 |
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| (Duck, let me tell you now, this place is destroyed and old and no one but some monster charging at Death lives here. I love you, but if you 1) take the treasure or 2) don't let Phoenix get the treasure I will not be happy)
(and @Dillon, Grim please?)
Reagan
As he got through I took off again until my eyes found a castle in the distance. I smiled. I'll head there.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:20 PM | Message # 956 |
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| Death:
I went to walk away, and then felt more slashes I turned to see those, things again. I took out my other guns and fired. A third one charged at me, and I cut it's head off with my sword
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:21 PM | Message # 957 |
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| Grim:
I slid next to her, stunned by all the gun fire
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:21 PM | Message # 958 |
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| (Ok. Steve will share.)
Lifting the lid, i found GOLD!
"GOLD!" I said, gleefully. I had always wanted to find gold!
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:22 PM | Message # 959 |
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| (No. No sharing. Mine. Gold is useless anyways. Gold is never a treasure)
Reagan
"Death's found something," I grumbled as I began to race up the hill.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:24 PM | Message # 960 |
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| Death:
That looked like the last of them, but suddenly I was hit in the face by some liquid. Then a torch hit my face. I screamed in pain, and jumped into the water.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:27 PM | Message # 961 |
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| Digging beneath the gold, i find other things...Rubies, gems...
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:29 PM | Message # 962 |
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| Reagan
I ran up to the giant doors. "This is it," I smiled.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:32 PM | Message # 963 |
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| Grim:
"So, I'll finally get to see it."
Death:
When I got up, I felt my face, the slightest touch felt like going through a burning ship. I then, looked at the bizzare mask and put it on. Hoping the others reconized me
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:33 PM | Message # 964 |
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| Several other men come, and pick it up.
"Carry it back to the city. This is all MINE. I don't care what she says, if she tries to steal one more BIT of this, i will SHOOT HER DEAD."
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:37 PM | Message # 965 |
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| Phoenix
I pushed the door open and walked into the great hall. My feet echoed against the golden floors. "Wow..." I whispered.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:37 PM | Message # 966 |
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| Grim:
It's beautiful.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:38 PM | Message # 967 |
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| They started to load it up.
The gold could be used for re-decorating and making conductive Pistons, The rubies would look good on the figureheads...
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:42 PM | Message # 968 |
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| Phoenix
I walked forward to the throne and touched it gently. I looked down and smiled. "Help me push this back," I said, beginning to push against the trone.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:44 PM | Message # 969 |
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| Then, the last thing from it, a small glowing crystal ball.
"What..." I said to myself, grabbing it myself.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:54 PM | Message # 970 |
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| Death:
I walked to Steve wearing my new mask, and lifted my hand.
Grim:
I helped her push the throne over
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:55 PM | Message # 971 |
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| Phoenix
"Score," I said as stairs appeared. I grabbed a torch. "Let's go."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 7:55 PM | Message # 972 |
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| I yelped a little, startled, and jumped a little.
I went 10 feet in the air, holding the stone. Coming back down on the deck, i muttered, "Neat."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 8:05 PM | Message # 973 |
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| (brb dinner)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 8:23 PM | Message # 974 |
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| Grim:
I followed her down the stairs
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 28.August.11, 8:31 PM | Message # 975 |
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| Phoenix
I emerged in a cavernous labyrinth. I blinked a few times. "This...might take a while..."
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