Ian

While everyone else was having fun on the beach, causing general chaos and what have you, Ian had made a startling discovery. This island. . . was able to grant [i]wishes[/i]. How did he notice this, one may ask, and he would answer: "How else would I be able to pull duck tape and gorilla glue out of thin air?" He hadn't even noticed it until right now, but now that he knew, he was going to do what all people due when they find a glitch in the software.

[b]Exploit the ever-living hell out of it.[/b]

Hidden on the far side of the island away from everyone else, Ian wished the one thing he had always wanted. A bonafide, mother-fuckin' Pirate ship, complete with a crew of undead skeleton pirates, as well as host of scantily clad servong wenches. The frigate that he had was equipped with 20 broadside canons on each side, except these were hi-tech cannons that exploded into quick hardening, porous foam, he didn't want to hurt anyone. . . much. As the ship bobbed in the ocean, Ian bursted out of the Captain's quarter dressed in the most stereotypical buccaneer outfit he could think of, with two cutlases and four flintlock pistols on his jacket, and the tricorner hat situated crookedly on his head. He looked certifiably insane, mostly because he was certifiably insane, at the moment anyway.

"Listen up you scurvey Seadogs, today we go Krakken hunting, any objections?"

"Will we get Workman's Comp. if we get injured in this event?" One skeleton asked, right before his head was blown to pieces, courtesy of Ian's flintlock, smoke rising from the barrel. "A simple "No" would've been fine sir."

Iab shrugged, "Yeah, but I.ve always wanted to do that. Sorry Frank."

"No problem, boss."

Walking up to the bow of the ship, he looked westward to the island, seeing a stream of smoke rising from the forest. [i]What the fuck is wrong with people! Must be some idiot's dropped cigarette or something.[/i]

"Frank!"

"Yeah boss?"

"Tell the boom-guys to launch a volley where that smoke is coming from."

"Can't ypu give them a name more diginified than 'boomguys', like the actual one that you could look up on your-"

"Frank, do I need to shoot out your kneecaps, matey?" Ian warned, two flintlocks pointed at the skeleton's legs.

"No sir, I'll go tell them." Frank sighed, then went down to the lower decks, picking up shards of his skull along the way. With in seconds, the cannons were raised and 20 balls of light were sent screaming into the sky with a resounding cacophony of booms, then they'd fall onto the area of the fire, exploding into a pillar of foam that could be seen from the beach. With that taken care of, Ian made a gesture and the ship began to sail down the coast, where it would soon be visible to the beaches inhabitants as it made its way towards the Hentai Krakken, swerving around to have it's cannons pointing at the foul beast. Ian was hanging ffom the ratlines, pointing at Patel with hus cutluss and letting out a hoarse screaming call to his bony crew.

"Avast ye, scurvy swabs, there is our quarry, now prepare yourselves for bloody battle. Boomguys, blow the scallywag out of the sea, in other words, [b]FIRE[/b]!!!!!!" With this hollar came an equally hoarse shot from the skeletons and wenches as they got into position, those who weren't manning the cannons aiming at the beast with flintlock rifles, firing of barrage after barrage of shots at him, each one followed by another cacophonous volley of cannon fire, the glowing spheres of quick-hardening foam slamming into the Krakken again and again, seemingly without end in sight.

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Damien and Insomnium

Insomnium snickered as Bitches McBlack fired a ball of energy at him. Raising his hands, hecaught the ball, absorbing the energy and tranfering it into shadow appendages that sprang from his back, each one forming cannon-like tips, which filled up with shadows that began to shift into pulsing red energy.Once the transger was complete, he sent out four beams of energymat her, before turning into a stream of reddish black shadows and hurtling towards her position, arms outstrecthed to form a type of scythe on either side as he did so, the blades bening dulled so that he didn't killed her. . . yet.

Damien, having felt Insomnium's presence, came upon the scene, and more specifically, Nate and Cer. Hearing the end of Cer's conversation to Nate, he walked up to the sphere and placed his hand on it. "Absorb it, no problem, I've been starving all day." His breath hitched as the energy flowed into him, a welcome relief to his somewhat empty systems. Goddammit, he was never going to stop loving this feeling, it was very adfictive at times. Once all the energy was drained, Cer would be free and he'd sitting by the tree watching Insomnium fight. He'd let him have his fun for now, byt the moment that he put someone in danger, Damien would end the fight.

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