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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/27 23:58 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol paces the deck, her hardwood-heeled boot heels thump thump thumping. She grabs the hilt of her sabre, and steps backwards, making that fat beat]

So I'm guessing we're just ignoring all of Bull's post from here on out?

[She comes up against the scarred mast, and she leans against it, and she looks for the land afore mentioned]

Come an island, a man. His mother.
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/28 12:32 By: bulldust Status: Admin  
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Ignore this.

There once was bitch named Carol,
Who smelled like an unwashed butthole.
We asked her to wipe,
But she continued to gripe,
So we threw her ass into the main hold.
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/28 13:05 By: rockefeller Status: Visitor  
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Beautiful pirate Limerick! I've not smelled here, but trust your bovine senses. I've had my left leg amputated just above the knee and fitted with a peg, so excited am I about this new theme.
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/30 14:19 By: tqr Status: Admin  
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[Capt Rorschalk starts awake from his makeshift hummock, doubled as he were in the barrel of the highpoint crows nest, thus tumbling down through the air, bouncing off the yard arm, ending in the loving swaddle of the main sail, whose gentle recoil deposits him on the deck as nice as you like from the three-point crux of a pseudo-sailing ship cum Rube Goldberg machine, he looks at the verbal combatants twixt him and levels his gaze out at the churning sea]

Arrgh. What unserviceable villian has yanked me from my slumber? Ai? The life is nothing but tribulation bridged by care and insufferable wailing. A pox 'pon it!

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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/03 00:42 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey, salt water spritzing his three-day-old whiskers as the ship dips and crawls up the waves, spreads his boots, anchors his own self, and he grips the rail with his right fist as he pulls the lit pall mall from his chapped lips]


Captain Rorschalk!


[he spits]


fucking land ho, dude! directly in front of us, like reef, cousin. with a mass of fucking land past it! what should we do? action is needed, commands and stances and attitude!
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/03 00:49 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol slams up against the rail, and she waves at the Christ up on the wheel. She waves and waves]

Turn this fucker around, Jesus. We will end up meat for the fish unless you whip that damn wheel leftward! The reef and the rocks will destroy this ship's ribs, cousin!
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/03 01:04 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus spits the spent Java from his lips, and he wrangles the ship's wheel, cranks it to the left with much force, like the whole of the ocean pushes against his effort, and he wraps his body around the wheel and urges it further left, and he leans left, and he leans left. He lets go of the wheel and squats to the left the wheel and he reaches up and grabs the handles of the wheel and pulls them floorward. He makes this wheel veer left. But the ocean is seriously fucking with this ship]
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/03 01:18 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey steps back from the rail, and he looks around the deck]

best find ourselves something that floats, cousins. me thinks this ship is about to be torn apart.

[the sea shoves our ship against the reef, and the reef takes out the rotting undersides of our ship. and the tide shoves our sickened ship to the shore, an easy death. and the ship grips the sand, and then it rolls over onto its side, a beached whale, and the ships pirates spill out onto the beach. doomey walks up the beach]

godamn, sister. we've found ourselves a real bean feast.
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/08 15:37 By: tqr Status: Admin  
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[The Rorschalk leans on the rail as his whaling vessel is gutted by the reef, wailing woe and blasphemy as the crew abandons ship and slogs their way onto the island]

A curse upon thee, Poseidon and all your courtly diadems! This is not the way it was supposed to be!

[The ribs further hove upon the reef by the action of the tide, and the ship lists hard starboard. The Rorschalk hugs the rail, as his salty tears mix with the evanescent spray of atomized sea]

Twas Moby Cap that I was plying the trade winds back to that fateful quadrant round the latitude of Cape Horn and vicissitude in between! Now, a castaway with coconuts and imbeciles to daunt me. Oh that this life were rocks beat upon the shore I would quarry thee my way to China were it not I burn sanguine...

[Acknowledging in his head there is nothing for it as his once proud ship dies there lying on its side pon the craggy spikes of living misfortune, the bitter captain swings over the rail and follows his motley cast onto the spit of land that will likely harbor their graves anon]


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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/08 22:41 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol is strewn upon the sand, her leather pant slightly shrank and her bushel of hair all crazy]

Motherfucker.

[She spits granules of sand to the beach as she she sits up, looks around]

We've hit solid dove land, bitches. Might be we get a break from the constant slam of capital.

[Carol sighs]

Most likely not.
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/10 01:16 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey looks over at Carol. he's seated on a hacked off coconut tree stump, a lit pall mall hanging from his lip. he reaches into his suitcoat and pulls out a pair of vintage cat-eye sunglasses and slips them over his ears. he shoves his fingers through his wild hair, and he shakes the sea water off his fingers, and he grabs up the capital that rests at his feet]

I have no idea how this shit got here, sister. it's Draitster's Glen and Joe. i'll get to examining it as soon as i'm sure there's some sort of liquid refreshment on this...

[he looks around, sucks some sweet smoke from his cigarette. he comes back to focusing on Carol]

fucking island.
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/12 01:00 By: carol Status: Admin  
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Wow, cousin. Shit. We might not be one of those rescue media hits. They might not ever find our asses. Oh damn. Why would they want to find us? It's like Schroedinger's pussy. If noone sees us, we don't exist. Like those boys and their coach in the cave. If we'd never found them, they would have existed to the point of them being dead. Unknown they'd be worm food, but some awesome person found them, and thus, they became alive. And we worked from there on, cousins. Before we found those boys they may have not existed. Hm. Hm. And hm.


[Carol leans her head into her open palm, rests it there]



We are on a fucking beach on an island out in the middle of no-fucking-where. Okay, fuck. Jesus Christ! Okay. Slide me the fucking capital, Hustler.

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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/17 00:33 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey tosses Carol the capital. he lifts his ass off the stump and takes steps. he situates himself. the beach is white sand, and it's wide, and it might surround the entire island, goes as far left and right as he can survey. he sucks on his cigarette, and he swivels, looking inland. lots of trees, deep rain forest type of trees, with a few cashew apple trees near the beach. he pulls his shoes off, peels off his socks, and he tosses them to the sea. he walks up to one of the cashew apple trees and tugs a nut from its mother apple. he places the cashew in his maw and munches]

damn. I had no idea.

[he shoves his pall mall between his lips, clamps his teeth on it, inhales. he exhales]

bet there's coconuts somewhere around here. and maybe some wild boar. we need weapons, sisters. we need defense. stakes and walls and pits, right? might be hostile natives just over the hill.

[doomey's plucked a few dozen cashews from their apples, and he ambles over to the stump and sits his ass down. he tosses a cashew into his mouth, chews. he sucks on his pall mall. he focuses on Carol]

so is it any good?
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/17 00:46 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol has the pages of capital strewn all about the sandscape directly in front of her sand-sat self. She gathers the pages and rolls them tubelike, and she puts the tube to her lips and wails]

Does not advance. Does not advance.

[Boligard gets up from his stump, wanders over and swan vestas the edge of the capital. Fire consumes the capital, and Carol tosses it to the sand]

Draitser's Glen & Joe has been Portholed.

[Carol and Boligard watch the capital burn]
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/07/17 01:21 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus walks from the sea, he checks his guns, shakes water from them, holsters them. He pulls some capital from the backside of his pant belt. He hails Carol and Boligard]

Guys! I've got capital!

[He wrings sea water from his beard, and then he examines the cap]

Some lady, Margaret Karmazin, sent us a capital entitled What Clones May Do

[Christ stands there, nonplused by his comrades attention, and he takes steps, resetting his sunglasses]

Who's my partner here, cousins? I already examined the capital in the surf, right. I'm on the Porthole-side, just so you know where I'm at.
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