Pirates of Inkland
Everywhere was like that in Lawltropica. It was night, of course, and the only light was from the moon, and the torches posted around the dirt roadways.
Like a warm knife gliding through butter, a lone dark vessel sailed through the black waters near the shore before silently dropping anchor on the docks. Quickly, one by one each of the marine miscreants leaped off the ship and onto land. Their captain was the last of them, and before drawing its own sword, it screeched ‘GO!’ like a banshee that viciously swallowed a jalapeño with hot sauce.
A second after it bellowed the signal, each of the crew members had raced off their starting points and began attacking the nearby houses and businesses with their swords, pistols and fire. Screams and shouts of all ages running around, completely hopeless. Deceased corpses littered about, causing the once black sea to be dark red splotches. The nation’s top soldiers rushed in to pro