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Forget about those sissy empires! - Join G.R.O.S.S.!
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Choose Your Own Adventure Booze Raid
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You take a laser blast up the yin-yang.
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Choose Your Own Adventure Booze Raid
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Things don’t turn out so well. The space pirates capture you and haul you off to their ship. You’re relegated to serving drinks in their ship’s pub. After several weeks, you’ve managed to earn their respect. You’re given a choice. You can either join them or be dropped off on Scowbo II. What is your decision?
a) Despite the camaraderie, a pirate’s life is not for you. It’s time to spend some time on Scowbo II. Go to post #205 in THE STARDOCK FANCLUB thread.
b) You’re tired of being the victim. It’s time for you to pillage and plunder! Go to post #352 in the Tortuga thread.
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#52
by Veteran Gerakken - 2/24/2004 4:01:25 PM
Come sail the stars with G.R.O.S.S. as we live free and loot well. The Jolly Roger represents freedom and self-reliance, and that is what we need: resourceful shipmates willing to do what it takes to survive and thrive in a hostile Metaverse full of aliens. No matter what the cost, no matter who is in the way. We play, win, dominate!
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
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
   
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Ayyyy. A ship represents freedom. Give me a ship and a star to sail her by.
    
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Time to shake up the Metaverse, those pirates that were exiled, the doors are open, time to return to the Island of Tortugas for the final battle. 
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rum yes rum too
  
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How many cases do you want, I have a Torian shipment crossing the Neutral Zone and my ships are already in the area, scanning the cargo, lots and lots of rum. 
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Free rum for every new recruit!!!!
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Restrictions apply... Free rum comes in the form of buy one get one free coupons during paid time off in Tortuga after 6 months service, a two year service committment is required see contract for details.
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27 days to our one year anniversary!!!!! 
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20 days to the grand party!!!!!
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Woooo oooo 19 now baby.
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#65
by Citizen AngleWyrm - 7/18/2004 11:26:16 PM
Then one day an unknown vessel, resembling a well-armed merchant ship docks at the habitat ring...
"Aye, me hardies, I have a tale for ye; a tale of woe, both tragic and timeless. So pull a stout one up and let me retell the tale of Lady Summer..."
Lady Summer the joy of life
The Sun her husband, and she his wife
Sang and danced in the light of day.
She'd sail the Styx, river of life
Flowers blossomed, free from strife
And songbirds came about to play.
Then one day she fell asleep
And drifted beyond, to the Underworld's keep
And the world grew cold and hard as clay.
The rain came down a chilling white
The Sun missed her so, and long were the nights
And the songbirds left, and flew away.
Summer awoke in Pluto's lair
Tasted his fruit, and smelled the air
And knew the error of her way.
Then in flew the last songbird and said
"Alas, my love, the flowers are dead!
Come back with me, you've gone astray!"
But Pluto said "No, she's tasted my fruit;
Nine seeds of the pommogranite, taken my loot,
Now 'tis with me that she must stay."
"A bargain I beg", the songbird did plead
"For our world is dying, 'tis her that we need
To keep the killing cold at bay."
So Pluto agreed, "A bargain I'll make:
Nine seeds she took, nine months I'll take."
And so it is, to this very day.
   
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a NEW pirate.....
be sure to watch out for that nasty peg-leg, Evil Steve. he iz a waster wiv a wallet full o' moths.
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Yar har!
...and a bottle o' rum!
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