#405980: May 8th 2015 at 11:30:31 PM
Wealth. Fame. Power.
Gold Roger, the King of the Pirates, attained this, and everything else the world had to offer, and his dying words drove countless souls to the sea.
"You want my treasure? You can have it! I left everything I gathered together in one place! Now you’ll just have to find it!"
And so, pirates set sail for the Grand Line, in search of the treasure that would turn their dreams into reality. This age would became known as the Great Pirate Era.
...However, another great change had swept the world since then. When the great tear in the sky came, no one was ready. Great winds tore the land asunder, and innocents were flung to the heavens and sea alike. When all awoke, they found that their oceans had vanished, replaced by a vast, infinite cosmos.
People, however, are quick to adapt, and would not be so easily grounded. In time, new ships were made, and souls set sail once more. This age would become known as the Golden Age of Star Piracy.
The frontier is vast. Vaster than it has ever been before. Spacious enough perhaps, at last, for even the ambitions of men. In an instant, blood and tears are shed, celebrations are had, vows are made, treasure is found, secrets are uncovered, and lives are saved, taken, and changed forever. This is an era of adventure, everywhere you look.
Gold Roger, the King of the Pirates, attained this, and everything else the world had to offer, and his dying words drove countless souls to the sea.
"You want my treasure? You can have it! I left everything I gathered together in one place! Now you’ll just have to find it!"
...However, another great change had swept the world since then. When the great tear in the sky came, no one was ready. Great winds tore the land asunder, and innocents were flung to the heavens and sea alike. When all awoke, they found that their oceans had vanished, replaced by a vast, infinite cosmos.
People, however, are quick to adapt, and would not be so easily grounded. In time, new ships were made, and souls set sail once more. This age would become known as the Golden Age of Star Piracy.
The frontier is vast. Vaster than it has ever been before. Spacious enough perhaps, at last, for even the ambitions of men. In an instant, blood and tears are shed, celebrations are had, vows are made, treasure is found, secrets are uncovered, and lives are saved, taken, and changed forever. This is an era of adventure, everywhere you look.
#405981: May 8th 2015 at 11:30:53 PM
Somewhere, in a city with an oppressive haze filling the air, a pair of robotic thugs, one with a wig styled into a pompadour and one with an e-cigarette in his mouth, deal cards to each other.
"They say there’s a new gang in town," says the pompbot.
"Who’d be so stupid?" asks the smoker.
"Haven’t met the guy. I heard from a bunch of people he's beaten up, though," he explained, “That he’s only half-machine. If you can believe that."
Game start. Pompbot has the high hand here.
"Half-machine?" the smoker asks, "Who the hell’s stupid enough to follow a fleshy?"
Smoker trades three cards, he has the high hand now and calls it.
"Hell if I know," the pompbot responds, "Guess he just leaves a big presence."
The pompbot scratches his wig in frustration and throws his cards down on the table angrily before reaching across the table to grab hold of the smoker’s collar.
"Are you shitting with me here!? This is five games in a row, you’re rigging the game!"
Before tensions can reach a high, a man clad in only sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt, and a speedo steps forwards and rests his large, metal hands on the two’s shoulders.
"Yo! No need to lose your heads over this! How about we settle this over a couple of bottle of colas on me?"
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean
"They say there’s a new gang in town," says the pompbot.
"Who’d be so stupid?" asks the smoker.
"Haven’t met the guy. I heard from a bunch of people he's beaten up, though," he explained, “That he’s only half-machine. If you can believe that."
Game start. Pompbot has the high hand here.
"Half-machine?" the smoker asks, "Who the hell’s stupid enough to follow a fleshy?"
Smoker trades three cards, he has the high hand now and calls it.
"Hell if I know," the pompbot responds, "Guess he just leaves a big presence."
The pompbot scratches his wig in frustration and throws his cards down on the table angrily before reaching across the table to grab hold of the smoker’s collar.
"Are you shitting with me here!? This is five games in a row, you’re rigging the game!"
Before tensions can reach a high, a man clad in only sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt, and a speedo steps forwards and rests his large, metal hands on the two’s shoulders.
"Yo! No need to lose your heads over this! How about we settle this over a couple of bottle of colas on me?"
#405982: May 8th 2015 at 11:31:05 PM
“GRAGH!” Where IS that girl!?” Strifebeard roared, his Wrecker Blade trembling on his back as he slammed his fist into the table.
“W—Well, sir,” one beleaguered crewmate answered, “she said she was going for a ride on her new Waver….”
Strifebeard was beside himself, his improbably prickly facial hair bristling with rage.
“That girl isn’t here to take silly rides on blasted Wavers, she’s here to work, dammit! WORK!”
While the burly pirate threw a fit inside, a fair-haired woman stood outside, Waver at the ready, staring down the immense cosmic storm before her. Her eyes were filled with confidence, as she analyzed each and every adjustment in current.
”......Someone’s out there... I can feel it.”
Without another word, the girl ran and leaped off the edge, revving her Waver and plunging into the storm below.
“W—Well, sir,” one beleaguered crewmate answered, “she said she was going for a ride on her new Waver….”
Strifebeard was beside himself, his improbably prickly facial hair bristling with rage.
“That girl isn’t here to take silly rides on blasted Wavers, she’s here to work, dammit! WORK!”
While the burly pirate threw a fit inside, a fair-haired woman stood outside, Waver at the ready, staring down the immense cosmic storm before her. Her eyes were filled with confidence, as she analyzed each and every adjustment in current.
”......Someone’s out there... I can feel it.”
Without another word, the girl ran and leaped off the edge, revving her Waver and plunging into the storm below.
#405983: May 8th 2015 at 11:31:22 PM
A sharp scream breaks the quiet of the barren wasteland. Barreling across the dead land is a reindeer wearing a hat, followed closely behind by crazed men, addled by hunger and disease.
“GET THE DEER!” They all yell collectively.
”REINDEER! I’M A REINDEER YOU BASTARDS! AAAAAAAGH!”
And so the chase resumed. The argument was pointless as they were all too far gone to listen to reason. They needed a doctor, but unfortunately, the only doctor left was food in their eyes.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean
“GET THE DEER!” They all yell collectively.
”REINDEER! I’M A REINDEER YOU BASTARDS! AAAAAAAGH!”
#405984: May 8th 2015 at 11:31:45 PM
In a beautiful forest, lined with pink-leafed trees, a man lay slumped to the ground, breathing heavily.
"...Dammit!....Not here......not again!!...."
He shakily brought a lit cigarette to his lips and inhaled, letting the sweet nicotine steady his nerves. A swirly eyebrow furrowed in focus.
"This isn’t good... I got to get out of here and back to—"
A thunderous footstep.
”...!!!”
Then another. And another.
”....No....No, no no!!”
The footsteps grew louder and louder, and the man could only quietly sob as a mighty call was sounded.
SANJI-KUUUUN!!~
”....No....No, no no!!”
SANJI-KUUUUN!!~
#405985: May 8th 2015 at 11:32:02 PM
The Tontatta Kingdom was quite lively today. There was something being talked about between every child, adult, and elder. After all, it’s not every day the moon was falling out of the sky.
The Tonttatta tribe turned to their hero, the great Usoland for answers.
”Well, obviously the moon god is coming down to challenge my title!” he boasted, “God Usopp… I bet he thinks he’s the only god around! Little does that silly moon god know, I’ve got the strength of 8000 men in my little pinky finger! Gahahahaha!”
Though he sounded confident, a careful look at his knees would show his knees shaking in fear. And for good reason. He’s met the man on the moon, and he was a true god.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean
The Tonttatta tribe turned to their hero, the great Usoland for answers.
”Well, obviously the moon god is coming down to challenge my title!” he boasted, “God Usopp… I bet he thinks he’s the only god around! Little does that silly moon god know, I’ve got the strength of 8000 men in my little pinky finger! Gahahahaha!”
#405986: May 8th 2015 at 11:32:14 PM
All was still and peaceful in the streets of the village of Brasston. The people had all gone to bed at their appointed time, and those who missed curfew joyfully accepted their punishment. Any worries or fears of the day ahead were dutifully erased by their merciful king’s nightly saxophone-playing.
The rich, jazzy melodies flowed through the village, as it did every other village, as it flowed every night. It lulled the people as they slept, filling their minds with thoughts of celebration and debauchery, of undying, unquestionable loyalty to their kind and generous ruler.
And then, in the dead of night, something cut through the sounds of the soothing sax like a hot blade. An unfamiliar sound. A sound that would not be consciously remembered.
A lonely violin.
The people did not like this sound. It made them uncomfortable, made them stir in their beds as they slumbered. It reminded them of things they did not understand. It made them remember lives they once lived, words they once spoke, things they once had. It filled their thoughts with the forbidden feeling. The one thought they hated more than any other: Doubt.
Another sound pierced the night air. A gentle laugh.
“Yohohohohoho.......”
The rich, jazzy melodies flowed through the village, as it did every other village, as it flowed every night. It lulled the people as they slept, filling their minds with thoughts of celebration and debauchery, of undying, unquestionable loyalty to their kind and generous ruler.
And then, in the dead of night, something cut through the sounds of the soothing sax like a hot blade. An unfamiliar sound. A sound that would not be consciously remembered.
A lonely violin.
The people did not like this sound. It made them uncomfortable, made them stir in their beds as they slumbered. It reminded them of things they did not understand. It made them remember lives they once lived, words they once spoke, things they once had. It filled their thoughts with the forbidden feeling. The one thought they hated more than any other: Doubt.
Another sound pierced the night air. A gentle laugh.
“Yohohohohoho.......”
#405987: May 8th 2015 at 11:32:25 PM
There lies out in space a great library. A library so great and so vast, its shelves comprise the entire surface of the planet with books as far as the eye can see. Books with information on anything; on planets, on plants, on animals, you name it. Information, even, on history long since thought lost... And it is for this very reason the library burns.
On the planet of Alek-Sandoria, a group of assassins, once known as Cipher Pol Number 9, or CP 9, were setting fire to this great collection of information and history, and were prepared to strike down anyone who would try to stop them.
One woman is all that stood in their way between them and the furthermost regions of the library.
“Nico Robin… Stand down.”
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean
On the planet of Alek-Sandoria, a group of assassins, once known as Cipher Pol Number 9, or CP 9, were setting fire to this great collection of information and history, and were prepared to strike down anyone who would try to stop them.
One woman is all that stood in their way between them and the furthermost regions of the library.
“Nico Robin… Stand down.”
#405988: May 8th 2015 at 11:32:47 PM
Sector 17. An infamous, incredibly dense asteroid field made off-limits by the Galactic World Government. Collisions here are common. Any unwitting ship that found its way into this zone would find themselves crushed very shortly. The asteroids numbered in the hundreds of thousands, ranging from as small as pebbles to the size of countries.
On one, humbly-sized asteroid, sat a certain moss-haired swordsman.
”.......”
He sat cross-legged, and eyes closed. His focus was absolute.
”.....”
An asteroid roared towards him. He cut it apart in an instant.
”.....”
He quietly surveyed the landscape with his single eye. Searching. Observing. Analyzing.
”......”
...He had seen enough.
”.....”
He rose to his feet, and took a deep breath.
”’’.......Where the hell IS everybody!?!?!?’’”
And amidst all the chaos, and music, and warfare, and adventure. Somewhere, in a quiet, peaceful part of the infinitely vast and beautiful Macrocosm, a single balloon drifted along on a lonely journey.
Atop this balloon, blowing gently in the cosmic wind, lay a simple straw hat.
On one, humbly-sized asteroid, sat a certain moss-haired swordsman.
Atop this balloon, blowing gently in the cosmic wind, lay a simple straw hat.
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