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at HammyTheSquirrel's post following mine! You are very... creative, if that's the right adjective. ![]() Right, who's my next victim? I climb aboard the ship and find you on the top deck. You decide I'm up to no good and pull your cutlass out. There is an epic battle, and just as we are both getting tired, I have a flash of inspiration and swipe your trousers with my sword, making them fall down and reveal Elizabeth Swann heart undies! You are so embarrassed, you jump into the sea and you're never seen again. ICOTS. |
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DP goes to Tortuga and gets so drunk that she accidentally sails a Dingy over the edge of the earth thinking it was the Black Pearl. She then fights herself over a rotten peanut in Davy Jones' Locker, and is eaten by rock crabs.
I sail away from Tortuga with tons of gold and Rum. ICOTS! |
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Thaaanks Hammy...
Your ship is attacked by crabs, vicious ones, and you have no choice but to abandon ship. One of the crabs coughs ME up, and I pet it saying 'Thanks Fluffy.', and sail away with my newfound friend. Take that, Hammy! ![]() ICOTS! |
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Hey, I used a Spirit Bomb! look it up! it destroys an entire planet! I shoot another one
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Spirit bombs don't exist. ICOTS... twice.
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because Hammy spoke....
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For not getting rid of me... I(still)COTS
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I take out blood fire cutlass and use the bloodfire to turn the shipp into Queen Anne's Revenge
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The Queen Anne's Revenge is sunk by my Test guild and I with a SOTL... ICOTS.
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the sotl sinks with fail that creates a ban worthy of making Davy laugh which makes Hammy here go somewhere lol ICOTS!
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I get onto the ship, and we have a huge battle. I soon realise that I'm going to lose, so I drink some Growin' Grog and shove some Shrinkin' Grog down your throat - then step on you.
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haha
I use swift foot glitch to jump up to your level and throw Flatulant Fizz down your throat. You are so disgusted with your smell that you jump off the edge of the ship and get run over by a Light Sloop.
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You do all that, and I tell you to go chase him because of the chocolate hidden within his pocket.
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I lure you off the ship with rum and chocolate!
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