BOMBERMAN!BOMBERMAN!More Like This
'Captain Bard sir?'
'Names spy sir, I was er thinking about me place in this raid?'
'Aye! An honourable place! Along with the three ales an' a brandy for ye' tonight!'
'Maybe capt' but I was thinking about bein' reassigned '
'But why would ye' want that? Chargin' the enemy before using yer' bravery to destroy em''
'Aye, but it'll blow me too!'
'Fine! Yer' Bombermen always think of yourselves don't ye'? Well fine! Three ales, a brandy, and a thrashing!'
'A beaten' will hardly help it sir '
'Who said anything about a beaten'! A thrashing however! Ha!'
'Ha sir Very funny, but give us a chance to prove meself'
'A rifle sir! Ill poke some good ole's in em'!
'Ha! Spud you're funny; a rifle is too expensive to give ter' you!'
'Me names Spy Capt. not spud! At least let me take a blade!'
'Cant see a blade helping when yer' blowing yourself up laddie!'
'I meant take a blade without blowin' meself up!'
'Blowin' up will deal more damage!
Dearest MineDearest Mine,More Like This
I write to you now in gravest hour, an hour most troubling. To see your face would be one of blasphemy, and to hear your cries as this letter reveals would be most harrowing. Still, I must do, as my pen and courage allow. For our dear brother, has not been slain. We always imagined a Dragon as hard as scales, and as quick as the wind; but upon the back of his assailants, he could not triumph. It has fallen to us, dearest sister, to take the reins of his Vengeance, and to us no other. I prepare, as must you, for the ties of family now call; and to you I now call. Ready the guns, and prepare the Mast, for tonight we sail, as one....As Hassassins.