[center][h1][color=red]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h1]

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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] In dorm, at the Grand Battle Station, manning the keys of Gameketsu.
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Tiragath, HubertusZhuner, Odinfish2685, NObama1488, Vaelistis, yjcftrhdjyh, Zezima[hr][hr][/center]

[b][i]Sploosh.[/i][/b]

The harpoon, guided by surgically precise hands, found itself hurled into the soft blues of the teeming water, carving through the surface tension as though a knife would warm butter. True to form of the wielder, who rippled with powerful muscles actuated by long, intense, grinding periods of strength training. He could do this for hours on end, with neither any sign of fatigue nor even great change in routine. Well, of course, what little of a routine he was capable of. Despite growing increasingly capable at this technique, he still had a lot to learn of the trade, and each thrust was a game of chance.

A game that apparently, he was having a stroke of luck with. Hauling his catch atop the pier, he looked on with pride at the dying, pinkish-purple mass of muscle some three feet long, tapering off into a hard and, if one wasn't careful, potentially deadly extra foot and a half of natural weaponry. His fourth swordfish in a row. He felt as though fireworks were going off above his head, and could practically hear fanfare in celebration. He was making [i]real[/i] progress at this fishing thing.

[i]TIKTAKTIKKITYTAKTAK.[/i]

The young man gazed over his fellows upon the pier, each similarly occupied as he slid the swordfish into his storage vessel. Being a minor throng as it were, he saw men and women of all walks of life huddled together over the choicest sport for their methods of plundering the water of its vast riches, the weak and strong side by side, sometimes standing so close they were practically atop one another. Speaking, he boldly broke the amicable silence of the atmosphere around them.

[color=ed1c24]Lvls?[/color]
>37
>>55
[color=ed1c24]same just got it lol[/color]
>gratz
>>gz
>>>76
>>>>54
[color=ed1c24]nice nice[/color]
>>>>>98
>>>>fug
>>>how close to cape?
>>>>>2m away ;_;
>>keep at it fam lol

Spinning back away for a moment, Jonas highwind took a healthy pause from socializing on a deliberately outdated version of an MMO to keep up on his socialization in that shitty modern MMO called IRL, Outside expansion pack installed.

Because we don't have enough tired "nerd" jokes around here. Sliding past the lock screen of his phone, the 6'3 killing machine held the past few days in review. His escapades at soup, his destruction of Dallas and Zaheen's phone plans over Ronda Rousey being finally dethroned ([i]THE MEME IS DEAD![/i]), his continued destruction of them over Guts being off the boat, his stupid snapchats sent to Tara (Marked Darling_Imouto because he knew she hated it) with no responses back...

[color=ed1c24]"Man, what a week. So much for Dal's warning and shit, though. Bruh better have something for me tomorrow when we hit chest."[/color]