Role Call: Harkonnens & Tortuga Nebula Thugs

How many of you drunken slobs have been tossed out of The Void for not paying your bar tab and found your way back to the visible Universe once again? It is time for another go around at galactic domination while being unable to count incoming fleets due to double vision when still hung over from too much Spice Rum. As if there is such a thing as too much Spice Rum. :beer:

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*Drunkenly staggers to his feet

HARRRR!!!

*Collapses in a drunken stupor

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Hear Ye All. Wipe the drool off your ugly faces and stumble toward the bright lights of Infinitum so we may defeat its populace of vagrants, scoundrels and bowls of petunias mysteriously streaking through the skies. Infinitum is a young galaxy that so desperately aches to have all chaos vanquished by the dominion of the likes of us.

Let’s be proud and play with our fabled names of long ago. Names that caused enemies in all galaxies to scurry away into the dark caverns of asteroids and moons at the mere whisper of our mighty fleets heading their direction.

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Nobody will fear you like they did the Horde.

You are an old name, so old you are nothing but creaking bones. Skeletons of a past long since buried.

Go back to your coffin!

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We can live with that. Tortuga Nebula Thugs were always skeletons and creaking bones.

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But fear need not be given. That reputation was earned through many weary battles.

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*** jolts up from a drunken stooper, falls backwards onto the floor from a 3 legged chair ***

** slurring his words, grabs his cutlass ***

" arrrrrrgggggggg ye scoundrel, how dare ye come inside unannounced "

** darts towards @HydroP with a menacing growl, only to see the scally wag prance out like a fairy laughing his way out **

** snarls and pulls out a bottle of rum from god knows where, breaks the top with his mouth and begins to gulp down, slams down to the floor on his back **

** as the snoring begins, a faint drooling muttering is heard **

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho
We kidnap and ravage and don’t give a hoot
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho

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I’m going to teabag your drunk ass when you pass out…

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Its an rpg thread u dick @HydroP
Get in character or scram scallywag

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Then why is it in Uni News!?!?! This isnt the place for RPG threads pirate scum!

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  • raises a brow and turns an ear*

** then slowly raised his head to look around**

+thinks to himself, could it be an old mate? after all these years?+

faces the ruckus to see the old buggar behind the beard is none other then the Once Great Thug HellRaizer

** Then yell’s from afar, I got your back Hell…just like o’l times! Let him have it **

  • then followed up with a round of:

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho
We kidnap and ravage and don’t give a hoot
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho

While reaching for my trusty Cuttoe that was given to me by Terror after winning a great battle that he looted.

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Angrier than ever and wondering why he was summoned to the brethen of the coast parlay, I look at these old rapscallions and ask “What the bloody f*#k are we doing here? I thought we all moved on to our respective abodes, never to cross sails again?”
And yet, here we are, considering another voyage with no end in sight and nothing but pain and misery ahead. I’ll play ye games, but know this: I play for the grog and chanties. If the winds turn against us and mutiny arises, you best believe I’ll release the Kraken and keelhaul the whole damn galaxy. That’s what ye get for waking me from my slumber.
Wake me again in 99 years.

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