User:Suicidal Tendencie

User:Suicidal Tendencie/God Walking

User:Suicidal Tendencie/Concise - List of concise skill descriptions...

Credit for the template goes to Mendel

Thank you to everyone who helped me out by mentioning a skill or two. =)

I'm not the most...er...devoted...of people when it comes to spending time on here. I registered to make it more convenient when trying to help out and give something back. I'll try and keep this list accurate, but obviously it takes time making sure the skills on the list have a place there, constantly checking every skill not on the list... won't happen. Yes it's convienent to check the updates, no I don't normally do that; GuildWiki is designed for the game, when it comes to time, it's the game that gets my main attention.

User:Suicidal_Tendencie/Boss

I no longer use this name. If you wish to contact me in-game, whisp me, I'll probably be on A F K When Needed, I Use S T D Curses, or Often Stonedhealer.

Ladies!

Will you please shut it?

Listen to me.

Yes, I lied to you.

No, I don't love you.

Of course it makes you look fat.

I've never been to Brussels.

It is pronounced "egregious".

By the way, no, I've never met Pizzaro but I love his pies.

And all of this pales to utter insignificance in light of the fact that my ship is once again gone.

Savvy?

'Those clothes don't flatter you at all, it should be a dress... or nothing.'

I happen to have, no dress in my cabin.

Curse you for breathin' ya slack-jawed idiot!

Mother's love.

Jack.

You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleepin'.

Its bad luck.

Fortunately, I know how to counter it; the man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink; the man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking.

Who am I?



I'm Captain Jack Sparrow...

What are you doing?

No, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

No, what are you doing?

'What are you doing? Hmm. Captain gives orders on the ship.'

The Captain of this ship is giving orders!

[thinking] My ship, makes me captain!

They be my charts!

That makes you Chart-man!

Stow it! The both of you! That's an order! Understand!



Sorry, I just thought that with the Captain issue in doubt I'd just throw in my name for consideration. Sorry.

You're supposed to be dead!

Am I not?

And I half it expected it to be made of wood.

You are without a doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of.

Ah, but you have heard of me.

Why, thank ye Jack.

No problem.

Not you, we named the monkey Jack.

You, sailor.

Cotton, sir.

'Mr. Cotton. Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?'

'Mr. Cotton. Answer, man.'

He's a mute, sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figured how.

'Ah. Mr. Cotton's... parrot. Same question.'

Wind in the sails. Wind in the sails.

Mostly, we figure, that means 'yes.'

Of course it does, satisfied?

This is either madness... or brilliance.

It's remarkable how often the two traits coincide.

Why is the rum gone?

One: because it is a *vile* dring that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels.

Two: that signal is over a thousand feet high.

The entire royal navy is out looking for me, do you think there is even the slightest chance they wont see it?

But why is the rum gone?

...it's not possible.

Ah, not probable.

Elizabeth!



Hide the rum

There will come a moment when you will have a chance to show it.

To do the right thing.

'I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.'

This... is going to save Elizabeth?

How much do you know about Davy Jones?

Not much.

Yeah, it's gonna save Elizabeth.

How are we going?

Including that four? That gives us... four.

There's not been a gathering like this in our life time.

And I owe them all money.