Hello! I am Tsukiyomi from the DIII forums. They're not cool enough for me and my epic 3 posts (and couple years of membership!) so I came here due to Boat's ( J/-\yK/-\y ) persuasion!
As my first order of business of this here forum... other than my last posts... I would like everyone to read why Jaykay's name is Boat in the story I wrote just for him, and these forums:
The vast, endless, enigma that is the ocean swayed in deep sadness; the dark ship of mahogany that was pillaged from past raids on innocent civilians suffering from the dispiriting times of a corrupted kingship. The ship, a shadow of darkness itself, moved swiftly and silently along the ocean's surface toward an island in the distance, a glow of light emitting from it; a lit candle in a dark hall. The ship, massive in size, had a dark red tinted lining along the borders, the wood painted with a waterproof repellent, dark in color. The sails bearing a symbol on it, marking their ship's identity. The symbol layered on top of the gray colored sail showed a sword crossing over a salted meat product.The crew was full of pirates all different in style and ways of doing their job, but all the same and equal in their goals: pillaging the glorious goods of life and mankind itself - bacon. The ship and t's inhabitants reaching their destination prepare themselves. Equipping their sashes, and along with them their single-edged blades that carry a sheen that the moonlight offers. They carry sacks on on their opposite handed sides, ready for the burden of bacon. The pirates had a same look to each of them; pale with dark eyes; their teeth missing, and if not, rotting and decaying from the roots, a yellow tint as if they use sulfur for a daily snack; their bodies differ in size but the same in condition - hard, scarred, and as unappealing as a person who is writing a story about how a man's name is Boat "The Bacon" Harbor cares to describe. They strike. The pirates, running through, slashing, stabbing, and cutting anything they can, especially anything that moves. They came quick and catching everyone off guard. A family in a small house in the back is just another randomly selected target. But it held a boy, hiding in his room, crying, and unaware of the events that were about to occur. The door bashed open; shards of wood splintering against the walls surrounding the once standing door. The pirates came, one stood hunched over with a sneer on his face, and the other taller in size, square in face, and ugly as #$(*. They came and stormed the place, finding the boy's mother using her self as a human shield to protect her only child, her only son. She was facing away from the door, her back shown. She was crouched low, holding the boy's head in her chest and whispering her last words. The saw this, and without a second thought, they did their ill-considered act... and stabbed her in the back, slightly to the left, killing her instantly, and dropping her body in what seemed to be in the boy's mind as slow motion, down into cold blood, pooling and staining the boy's mind forevermore. The father came into the room in a berserk, and with a flurry of movements managed to land a strike on the hunched pirate's temple, dropping him and landing his head onto a wood post that was used to hold up a bed frame, killing him. The squared pirate saw this, turned, and stabbed the father in the chest. The father died without being able to completely avenge his wife, and now, his son's life. "Yer father killed mah partner. Yer gonna be mah new partner," the ugly pirate spoke. His voice was low and deep. He grabbed the boy by the neck, and carried him off to the boat, ready for departure into the vast nothingness of the night. Over the years the boy learned how to use a blade, how to capture, how to live, and how to kill, like a pirate. His family members forgotten and lost in his memories. However, he had nightmares every night of a women he did not know, being murdered, and he would wake up in cold sweat, breathing hard, always with a flash of dark red, the blood of his little known of mother. The boy was a mute until he reached the age 13. By that time, he was one of the best at his job of pillaging bacon. His name then became Bacon, although most didn't like the favoring of this boy in particular. After a year, everyone realized his love for the ocean and seas alike, and his fascination for boats, as he would strike any down he found more glorious than his own. This lead to his name Boat, and nickname "Bacon," that over time became known as 'Boat "The Bacon" Harbor."
Oi, welcome. I am... um... Hold on. (Expect this of me.) *gets out a piece of paper and puts on reading glasses* Welcome to the Diablo Forums. I am Auruoa, and I hope we can get acquainted later.
*throws the glasses away, and rips up the paper* I really shouldn't use that paper. Now where did my glasses go?
I'll read that story once I find my glasses!
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One rule about me: If I'm going to tolerate your insanity, you will tolerate mine.
Almost all men can stand adversity. If you want to test a mans character, give him power.
You see what power is; holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.
every time i see this post i hear the dude playing geoffrey chaucer in a knight's tale going:
"Good People!! I missed my introduction!! .. "
welcome
i think your boat story is creative but.. kind of one of those you had to be there things
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they'll never see me coming.. life is a sequence of tragedies, inconsistent only by fleeting, elusive moments of pleasure,
serving only to ensure absolute vulnerability to the pain of their inevitable absence.
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As my first order of business of this here forum... other than my last posts... I would like everyone to read why Jaykay's name is Boat in the story I wrote just for him, and these forums:
The ship, a shadow of darkness itself, moved swiftly and silently along the ocean's surface toward an island in the distance, a glow of light emitting from it; a lit candle in a dark hall. The ship, massive in size, had a dark red tinted lining along the borders, the wood painted with a waterproof repellent, dark in color. The sails bearing a symbol on it, marking their ship's identity. The symbol layered on top of the gray colored sail showed a sword crossing over a salted meat product.The crew was full of pirates all different in style and ways of doing their job, but all the same and equal in their goals: pillaging the glorious goods of life and mankind itself - bacon.
The ship and t's inhabitants reaching their destination prepare themselves. Equipping their sashes, and along with them their single-edged blades that carry a sheen that the moonlight offers. They carry sacks on on their opposite handed sides, ready for the burden of bacon. The pirates had a same look to each of them; pale with dark eyes; their teeth missing, and if not, rotting and decaying from the roots, a yellow tint as if they use sulfur for a daily snack; their bodies differ in size but the same in condition - hard, scarred, and as unappealing as a person who is writing a story about how a man's name is Boat "The Bacon" Harbor cares to describe.
They strike.
The pirates, running through, slashing, stabbing, and cutting anything they can, especially anything that moves. They came quick and catching everyone off guard. A family in a small house in the back is just another randomly selected target. But it held a boy, hiding in his room, crying, and unaware of the events that were about to occur.
The door bashed open; shards of wood splintering against the walls surrounding the once standing door. The pirates came, one stood hunched over with a sneer on his face, and the other taller in size, square in face, and ugly as #$(*. They came and stormed the place, finding the boy's mother using her self as a human shield to protect her only child, her only son. She was facing away from the door, her back shown. She was crouched low, holding the boy's head in her chest and whispering her last words.
The saw this, and without a second thought, they did their ill-considered act... and stabbed her in the back, slightly to the left, killing her instantly, and dropping her body in what seemed to be in the boy's mind as slow motion, down into cold blood, pooling and staining the boy's mind forevermore.
The father came into the room in a berserk, and with a flurry of movements managed to land a strike on the hunched pirate's temple, dropping him and landing his head onto a wood post that was used to hold up a bed frame, killing him. The squared pirate saw this, turned, and stabbed the father in the chest. The father died without being able to completely avenge his wife, and now, his son's life.
"Yer father killed mah partner. Yer gonna be mah new partner," the ugly pirate spoke. His voice was low and deep. He grabbed the boy by the neck, and carried him off to the boat, ready for departure into the vast nothingness of the night.
Over the years the boy learned how to use a blade, how to capture, how to live, and how to kill, like a pirate. His family members forgotten and lost in his memories. However, he had nightmares every night of a women he did not know, being murdered, and he would wake up in cold sweat, breathing hard, always with a flash of dark red, the blood of his little known of mother.
The boy was a mute until he reached the age 13. By that time, he was one of the best at his job of pillaging bacon. His name then became Bacon, although most didn't like the favoring of this boy in particular. After a year, everyone realized his love for the ocean and seas alike, and his fascination for boats, as he would strike any down he found more glorious than his own. This lead to his name Boat, and nickname "Bacon," that over time became known as 'Boat "The Bacon" Harbor."
Welcome to the forums. BUDDEH!
Welcome to the Diablo Forums. I am Auruoa, and I hope we can get acquainted later.
*throws the glasses away, and rips up the paper* I really shouldn't use that paper. Now where did my glasses go?
I'll read that story once I find my glasses!
One rule about me:
If I'm going to tolerate your insanity, you will tolerate mine.
Almost all men can stand adversity. If you want to test a mans character, give him power.
You see what power is; holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.
Anyway, welcome.
Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions
"Good People!! I missed my introduction!! .. "
welcome
i think your boat story is creative but.. kind of one of those you had to be there things
they'll never see me coming..
life is a sequence of tragedies, inconsistent only by fleeting, elusive moments of pleasure,
serving only to ensure absolute vulnerability to the pain of their inevitable absence.