JohnWillStab felt the weight of Olivionion on his back, his dagger being buried in him at random.
"Hey!"
"TAKE THAT!"
JohnWillStab had to resort to the Tenecirus class, he imagined tentacles coiling around his hand and quickly they flew out and grabbed onto Olivionion's arms.
"TAKE THAT!" he cried as the tentacled tore Olivionion away from him and slammed him onto the deck shattering bits of the wooden floor, the water on the wooden floor bouncing into the air with each slam.
Olivionion planted his dagger in the tentacles but they felt like extremely tough meat.
It was as if he was cutting leather with a plastic knife.
"What the-" he was cut off by JohnWillStab continuing his trashing as the tendrils slowly crawled up John's face too.
"Hey!"
Crash
"You there!"
Crack
"You're a much better sea monster than me, man!" laughed Olivionion as JohnWillStab saw what he had done, the deck was littered with dents from where he smashed and Olivionion lay in a pool of his own blood.
"Oh fuck!" John exclaimed.
"I'm so sorry, man! I didn't mean to go that far!" John said running up to his crippled opponent.
"You're apologising to an enemy after beating the shit out of them? Pfft... lame..." Olivionion laughed.
"What the hell are you doing out here!?" demanded John.
"Farming XP, what's it look like? I need to get to hell soon." Olivionion explained.
"You want to go to hell?" asked John.
"Yup, granted my broken arms might make that a little more difficult," he laughed.
"Funny, I'm planning to do the same..." John replied.
"...what?"
"One of my companions, I need to get him to Lorb ASAP, so I decided to go to hell and ask Satan to bring us to Lorb who will... who I think will do what we ask if we're nice about it," John explained.
"Well damn, do you have a plan?" asked Olivionion.
"You are surprisingly relaxed considering what just happened..." John remarked.
"Well, at this point I guess I've gotten used to being beaten by you specifically." Olivionion laughed.
"Both times it was with the Tenecirus skills in some way..."
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"That's one cool auxiliary class you got there..." Olivionion began.
"You wanna team up?" he asked.
"THIS PSYCHOPATH JUST TRIED TO KILL ME AND NOW HE'S ASKING TO TEAM UP!?"
"Sure!" John exclaimed.
"JOHN, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" the voice of Jordan came from the side of the ship.
"What the?" John walked over to the side of the ship where Jordan was already climbing out of the window the previously blocked with the wardrobe.
"Yeah, I'm good!" John exclaimed.
A few minutes later...
"What happened!? Did you kill the monster?" asked the captain, everyone was now on the dock.
"Nope, I teamed up with the monster!" JohnWillStab exclaimed gesturing towards Olivionion who just finished chugging down a healing potion.
After drinking the red liquid, Olivionion tossed the bottle into the sea.
"Yo," he said as his form of introduction.
"So... you're telling me this Fishman killed my entire crew?" asked the captain.
"No, about four of you escaped," Olivionion clarified.
"Anyway, this means that team-hell is now six members!" John exclaimed.
"Six?" asked Olivionion.
"Me..." he pointed at himself.
"You..."
"Alex, yes the one that took the game over."
"Sup," Alex gave a wave from the background.
"Jordan." John gestured at Jordan.
JohnWillStab raised his hand and produced his pet.
"Arachnophobia,"
"And Thal," John pointed back to Alex who took out his blade.
"Welcome to the full-time-failure team..." Thal sighed.
John looked to Jordan and Alex.
"This is Olivionion, he tried to kill me and my friends on a daily basis, he's the quirky sadistic character,"
"My name is Greg..." began one of the crew members.
"Oh, ok I guess he's doing this too..." thought John.
"I come from a small town, my parents passed away in a boat-related accident, I joined the crew to defeat my fears and -"
At this point, JohnWillStab stopped listening.
"... -and at this point, I had to put my grandmother down, she was just too loud...-"
"He's still going..."
"... -GOATS GOATS! GRAB THE LANTERN! but no, nobody heard me since it was, of course, the festival, anyway, Barry and I ...-"
"HE'S STILL GOING!" JohnWillStab looked over to his party, Jordan looked like he was deeply fascinated by the man's past.
Alex was also staring intensively at the man,
Upon closer inspection, Alex was asleep, he simply drew eyes on his eyelids.
"And that was how I lost my left nut," concluded Greg.
Sensing his change JohnWillStab spoke up.
"Fascinating! Let's move onto-"
"My name is Timothy... at least that what everyone calls me since the accident...-"
"THIS IS EXACTLY WHY BACKGROUND CHARACTERS DON'T GET BACKSTORIES! NOBODY FUCKING CARES!"
"... -anyway, I was two inches in the lamp when my priest walked in and said "get yer dick outta da' lamp, what are ye a moth?!" ...-"
"... -by then I tired to the rails as the two assholes came at me, one with bug spray and the other with a bug-zapper ...-"
"What even is this backstory?!"
"- ...that's how I lost all my money in the Bitecoin scam," explained Timothy.
"FINALLY!"
The wolf man stood up.
"My name is Grim, I'm an alcoholic..."
"NOW THIS TURNED INTO AN A.A MEETING!"
Next, a harpy stood up, he cleared his throat.
"Mi historia comienza en 1733"
"Estaba en una búsqueda para encontrar el elixir de la inmortalidad."
"Resulta que solo encontré la poción de teletransportación y encontré este juego genial, así que usé mi cuenta de Plaguemail para registrarme y luego morí ... luego terminé aquí."
"Como resultado de la poción, solo puedo hablar en google-translate como español ... es una maldición ..."
"Awesome!" said an uncertain sounding crew member.
"Yeah, man... that thing... he said... yeah, that was cool!"
They understood nothing.
"¿Qué quieres decir con "genial"? ¡Puedo entenderte, pero no sabes lo que digo!"
"Yeah, man! You got it!"
"Rezo por la dulce liberación de la muerte ...
¡No quiero nada más, pero el coraje para poner fin a esta miserable existencia!"
"Yeah, man! I love spaghetti!"
"¡Los espaguetis ni siquiera son cosa española, retardado!"
"Hell yeah!" some of the crew began to cheer as the man speaking Spanish began to cry.
"¿¡POR QUE DIOS!? ¿¡POR QUÉ!?" cried the man.
"Pork quesadilla! Pork quesadilla! Pork quesadilla! Pork quesadilla!" cheered the crew who misunderstood the man's words.
Olivionion leaned in towards the man and in a quiet whisper said "no hay dios, buena suerte perdedor." before turning to the next person who was starting to talk.
"My name is Abz123BB_lol_1v1menurd" the short frogman introduced himself.
"Hola..." everyone said in unison.
"I have a stupid name, that is all." he sat back down.
"How much longer until I can talk again!?" thought JohnWillStab.
"If these bastards get any more screentime the readers will complain about them not appearing ever again!" thought John, he was scratching his head.
"My name is 'The Captain' and I am a player! I've been building and sailing boats in the game for years, this is my first ship thought,"
"I... never asked..." thought John not wanting to be rude.
"WHAT DO I DO!?" thought John.
"My story began back in 1989, I always watched people in my fishing village, thought every time I'd so much as touch a boat the curse would activate..." he laughed.
"Some burst into flames, some exploded, one flew away!"
"Well, it's more likely it's just bad luck!" he added.
"I hoped to escape my sadness into a virtual world, but any ship or boat I touched sank... exploded or started slaughtering innocents..." he sighed.
"I have to act quick! Whatever I do!"
"But I refuse to let the curse consume me here! I will be the first player to reach the other continent! That is a promise!" he exclaimed.
"I KNOW!"
"I'll just end the chap-"