Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20150822030556/@comment-25924729-20151011121326

....Whooo.... Lyko was seeing every colour of the rainbow swirling around the air, as his intoxicated mind tried to clear itself. He staggered over to where a drunk sailor with a hook for a hand, wooden pegs for legs and a long scar down his face was giving a speech.

"I lost me legs when a cannon shot me, and me arm in a swordfight!" he proudly announced to the masses.

"What about that scar on your face?" someone shouted.

"Aye! I was working on deck one fine mornin when a seagull shat on me face!"

"Surely that can't cause such a terrible wound?" Lyko suggested.

"I wasn't used to the hook arm yet."

The entire tavern burst out laughing at the absurd joke, Lyko included. He didn't beleive the story of course, but let himself get caught up in the mood.