Deadpool Update
[Note: For those who are unaware, Jhayne, Ian and I are off camping, and Victoria and Kyle have started a deadpool on which of us will come back alive.]
All is going according to plan.
At first it appeared my rivals would overcome me with sheer firepower, but my cunning has won the day. At long last I have disposed of my greatest nemesis: Ribald Runkle, Swashbuckler of the Seven Seas! The fool thought to take me by water (how pitifully predictable), but my minions have holed his canoe, taken him prisoner, and locked him in the workshed where he will surely not be able to devise any means of escape! And now you, the comely Ms. Holmes, are in my power. Now you see how weak your would-be saviour Runkle is. And when I have him executed at sunset this eve, you and the world shall see once and for all that I am superior to he!
But soft! In your tearful sorrow you are even more fetching than had previously struck me. I feel myself overcome by your charms. What? Why yes, certainly, you may visit Runkle one last time - and may your last tantalizing moments together deepen and enrich the ensuing bitterness of your separation's impending eternality!
Now, guards, prepare the gallows, for the Sun sinks downwards and Runkle must be a hanged man ere it dips below the horizon! Minions! Fetch the party hats and cocktail weenies! Crickets, perform your most mournful dirge! Hermit Crabs --
Wait! What is this commotion? Why are my guards scattering? Why, there appears to be a challenger amongst them. And - why, I recognize that graceful knife-fighting, that sinuous and dashing display of derring-do - it can only be my arch-nemesis, Ribald Runkle, Swashbuckler of the Seven Seas, escaped from his impenetrable confinement! Curses!!
And beside him, the lovely Ms. Holmes, wielding a crossbow pointed curiously at his back, with a puzzling expression of indecision on her face!
No! Stop running you fools! Stay and fight! Curse your clever one-liners, Runkle, I shall return and defeat you another day. And now I shall activate the cabin's self-destruct mechanism, and escape on the one remaining lifeboat! Farewell, you fools! Wait, I know this boat, it is Runkle's canoe, which... which I had holed...
Curses! Bail, you fools, bail! No, the water, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......
[Format lifted from The Mighty Gorzo, who I will link to later]
All is going according to plan.
At first it appeared my rivals would overcome me with sheer firepower, but my cunning has won the day. At long last I have disposed of my greatest nemesis: Ribald Runkle, Swashbuckler of the Seven Seas! The fool thought to take me by water (how pitifully predictable), but my minions have holed his canoe, taken him prisoner, and locked him in the workshed where he will surely not be able to devise any means of escape! And now you, the comely Ms. Holmes, are in my power. Now you see how weak your would-be saviour Runkle is. And when I have him executed at sunset this eve, you and the world shall see once and for all that I am superior to he!
But soft! In your tearful sorrow you are even more fetching than had previously struck me. I feel myself overcome by your charms. What? Why yes, certainly, you may visit Runkle one last time - and may your last tantalizing moments together deepen and enrich the ensuing bitterness of your separation's impending eternality!
Now, guards, prepare the gallows, for the Sun sinks downwards and Runkle must be a hanged man ere it dips below the horizon! Minions! Fetch the party hats and cocktail weenies! Crickets, perform your most mournful dirge! Hermit Crabs --
Wait! What is this commotion? Why are my guards scattering? Why, there appears to be a challenger amongst them. And - why, I recognize that graceful knife-fighting, that sinuous and dashing display of derring-do - it can only be my arch-nemesis, Ribald Runkle, Swashbuckler of the Seven Seas, escaped from his impenetrable confinement! Curses!!
And beside him, the lovely Ms. Holmes, wielding a crossbow pointed curiously at his back, with a puzzling expression of indecision on her face!
No! Stop running you fools! Stay and fight! Curse your clever one-liners, Runkle, I shall return and defeat you another day. And now I shall activate the cabin's self-destruct mechanism, and escape on the one remaining lifeboat! Farewell, you fools! Wait, I know this boat, it is Runkle's canoe, which... which I had holed...
Curses! Bail, you fools, bail! No, the water, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......
[Format lifted from The Mighty Gorzo, who I will link to later]