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| The Pyrate Chronicles: Part Trois |
| Yes, I have things in my pocket, I have things murking in my trousers. But I am the opposite of a chronic masturbator. He gives himself pleasure just for him. I give you pleasure for you. I shall begin with turning back time. I shall take us to that bleak period of the 21st century when my piratey powers were at their worst. A time when I was fearing my capture and defeat at the hands of my enemies. My money was running low and I had no friends left. Corbo the Brave and tHe CrOw were rumored dead. The Watcher...well she and I had parted ways after she left me and Guybrush alone in Hell to beat Maddraven. On that note, I murdered Guybrush in an epic battle when he left the seat up...stupid Guybrush. So I was alone...this is the background of the comic. |
| I am the narrator of this comic and a character in it. The other characters in this comic shall speak in colors. Once a character speaks, that character will continue to speak in that color throughout the comic. If you are color blind, I apologize. This comic is not for you. I don't need anymore male readers anyway. And if you leave your cursor on my pics, witty sayings and tidbits will be revealed. I pray that the rest of the comic will explain itself... |
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| This story is much like other and more interesting epic tales in that its beginning conflict is lack of monetary funds. However, from there this tale goes awry. I am Dr. Dave, 21st descendant of Reginald E. Butterworth who was otherwise known as Buttercup. Being so descended, I have great and marvelous powers. I have risen from the dead on more than one occasion and have various other superpowers that appear now and again. Unfortunately, making cash appear is not one of my skills as I realized when I rolled into a lonely gas station to fill up my land cruiser. My money had vanished and with it, my hope. It was then that a voice spoke to me. Insanity was setting in. Dr. Dave! Dr. Dave! You must rob the bank! The bank? Which bank? Who are you? Shut up and follow my directions and you will never want again! |
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| We are here. Good, now do as I say. Why? What does this get you? Revenge...cough cough...I mean...umm...revenge! Oh, well in that case...ok. I'm always up for a challenge. So you will help me? Sure. I need to do something nice for someone this year and helping a voice in my head seems beneficial to me too. Oh, I assure you, I am more than just a byproduct of your acid use. |
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| The bank heist seemed to be going well. I walked into the bank and screamed my best "YARRR!" and walked to the teller. The only flaw in our plan was Lafours....Lafours had a gruesome past and was quite the villian to every booty loving pirate on the seven seas. |