A young man stands in his cabin. It just so happens that today, the 26th of November, is no special day in particular. Frankly he's a little exhausted, and would like to get this show on the road!
What will the name of this young man be?
(I hope this is alright! I know, copying the first page is lame and all, but I wasn't sure how to start otherwise.)
Most notable is your FONDNESS for MARITIME ACTIVITIES. You dress and act KIND OF STODGILY. You have a sizable collection of STRESS-REDUCING PARAPHERNALIA, including a wealth of PIRATED VIDEO GAMES. You are a bit of a LINGUAPHILE and enjoy scribbling ELEGANT WORDS on your walls.
You pull up your suspenders and feel pretty dashing.
What does this guy want, anyway? You're a little busy.
-- covetousBeacon [cB] began pestering australOpithecus [aO] --
cB: hey!
cB: franky!
cB: hellooo!!!
aO: Sorry
aO: I was otherwise occupied
cB: whatever! did you get that game I was telling you about?
aO: Yes
aO: sBurb, right
aO: Please say yes, otherwise I've wasted 4 hours
cB: yeah! here, you'll need this.
[covetousBeacon has sent "sBurb_crack_1_03.exe"]
aO: Thank you
cB: you're lucky, this one was specifically coded by numero uno.
cB: i don't know if you know italian or not but that means "me"!!!
aO: Of course
cB: remember, i'm the client and you're the server! or was it the other way around. who cares! i'll be the one fucking around in your game.
aO: Is that important or not
aO: I can never tell with you
cB: uhhh, duh.
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