Sarpedon

Among the Ruined - Season 4

works for me

Among the Ruined - Season 4

I'm here too

Among the Ruined - Season 4

The zombies won't win as long as I've got ammunition to expend, and since the government's paying for that, I think we're still okay.

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Octavius was smiling when Ceres appeared. She found him at the helm, bearing a plate of food just for him, it appeared. He smiled wider when the plate was indeed offered to him, and he started eating as his first mate asked him questions. She wanted to know what was going on. He spoke around a mouthful of food, carefully maintaining a very specific level of food in his mouth the whole time. He had just enough of a mouthful that he could speak without spraying, but not so little that it almost felt like there was no point in trying. Whether or not the woman could understand him, he didn't care. He was hungry, and she'd brought him food. He was grateful, of course, but the questions were her own fault.

"Some of us have to go ashore, I guess. We've got to find us a decent navigator, and probably a helmsman too. Someone who can actually steer a fucking ship." he agreed to her first inquiry. "We also need to get this mess cleaned up." he gestured to the damage caused by the Powder Keg. "And we need some new cannons, and... I dunno, maybe someone who actually knows how to play an instrument. Might as well have something to entertain us, right? I had to ban any kind of sharp-implement throwing on my last ship after four people died, so..." he chuckled at the thought, remembering the way the last straw had violently beaten the camel's back into submission. A cutlass, hurled from the mainmast toward the helm, in a hail Mary for all of the proverbial marbles, sliced neatly through a man's throat on its way to the target. Had the man been a pirate, it wouldn't have been a huge deal. The freshly dead man had been a prisoner, however, and even though the hurled sword had hit the target, the thrower saw no return for his investment, his winnings instead being collected by the captain, and distributed in lieu of the prisoner's ransom.

Pushing that strangely humours and unhelpful thought away, he considered their current situation. He looked up at the sky and then sighed again, shaking his head. "Give everyone the day off, and pick two to stay behind as sentries, they can have the day off tomorrow. We'll start sorting this mess out tomorrow..." he sighed, suddenly feeling like a long day of drinking and relaxation was in order. Piracy seemed to be a lot harder than he remembered it...

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

prepper's houses always have everything, they are prepared

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

1: scuba supply store? marina? boat?
2: prepper's house
3: more stuff from prepper's house

gas powered saws are so much more fun. machetes seem good in principle, but you get tired hella quick swinging them

Among the Ruined - Season 4

I'm here, having a time

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

it's pretty easy, I mean, I guess it depends how long it's been, but you take a scuba tank, fill it up, get another one, fill it with gas, rig them so the system pressure feeds into one hose, and that hose leads to a pointable nozzle, have a wick on the nozzle, and whenever you open up the system WHOOSH flames everywhere.

You can make napalm with equal parts frozen concentrated orange juice and gasoline. I forget what the ratio is for sawdust. The trick is to light lots of things on fire while you're murdering plants, so you still have fire to keep them at bay

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

I mean, are we talking home-made napalm, or industrial grade accelerants? because I'm pretty sure a sunflower would get fucked right up with real flamethrower flames. it is just an angry flower after all

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

I like number one, that sounds like fun, and so does flamethrowers