02-03-2018, 03:05 AM
IGN: Beifong
Genre: Dark
Words: 736
Billy the Master Angler
Billy was the nicest of boys, born into a family of proud anglers. At an early age it was clear to him that he too would become an angler, just like his father and grandfather who both fished through the hard times where boats were difficult and expensive to get.
Growing up, Billy loved to watch the other anglers fishing on Beta. He wasn’t very fond of the cold weather, but he knew a master angler would have to endure any kind of weather, even paralyzing cold. Beta was a very popular place because of its packed frozen seas. Anywhere you decided to poke a hole, you would be guaranteed fish for days.
Billy hadn’t the faintest clue how so many fish could survive down there, but that wasn’t so important either, all he had to know was where the good fishing spots were. And that he knew.
As time went on, Billy spent all his time practicing fishing techniques. He wanted to be the best and have the most experience he could, so he would pretend to fish in a dried pond, throwing the tackle out and reel in day in and day out. Other people he knew would quickly bypass him, becoming much stronger and much faster, they often asked why Billy was still so weak. “I’d rather get there strong and prepared than strong and unsure” was his respond.
He cared not for his short term or long term physique, nor how fast he grew, just that when he one day would become strong enough to fish, he would have the biggest advantage of them all.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turned to.. well, it only took him a few weeks, but while he was patient, it also felt like an eternity, but finally the day arrived where Billy was greeted with the message he had so long sought for; he was finally welcome to fish with the others. Finally he was strong enough.
It was time to venture to the frozen ponds and begin the fishing he had so long waited for. He could not have been any happier, he was singing all the way.
As Billy arrived to the pond, he found it empty. Empty of people, empty of movements in the water. He gave it a quick thought but dismissed it just as fast. He was just eager to fish.
He moved his rod back and threw it forward with mighty strength and had his tackle landed very far away. He waited patiently, knowing it shouldn’t take long for a fish to catch on, no one waited too long when he was around and watch and learn earlier.
Minutes went by and he reeled his tackle in to try again, maybe in another pond nearby. Alas, the result was the same. “Maybe it’s the bait,” he thought to himself and swapped it out and tried yet again. Once more the result was the same.
Billy was getting slightly annoyed by now. He had waited so long, trained so hard, and then no fish bit on. Desperate times takes desperate measures, so he put his head into the pond to have a look at the situation.
Empty.
Not a single fish was to be found anywhere. The water was crystal clear, he could see from shore to shore, but there was nothing down there.
Confused, he went to another pond and wasting no time, took a look under water. Also empty. This went on for another 4 ponds, and every time he got more and more frustrated.
He tried to fish on the shores of Zeta, in the bacterial sea of Eta, the slimy lagoons of Theta, even the oily oceans of Iota and the lava pits of Kappa didn't go untouched. He went far and wide but it was all the same. All the fish had been fished. None was left remaining, every single fish had been cleared from the universe.
But Billy still wanted to become a master angler. He had to. But how?
It didn’t take long before he thought about a different solution. He recalled the Sharken, roaming the seas on the Delta planet. Instead of fishing in the water, he decided right then and there to fish for sharks.
Without giving any extra thought, Billy bought a boat and set sails for sharkens.
Nothing was going to stand in his way.
Genre: Dark
Words: 736
Billy the Master Angler
Billy was the nicest of boys, born into a family of proud anglers. At an early age it was clear to him that he too would become an angler, just like his father and grandfather who both fished through the hard times where boats were difficult and expensive to get.
Growing up, Billy loved to watch the other anglers fishing on Beta. He wasn’t very fond of the cold weather, but he knew a master angler would have to endure any kind of weather, even paralyzing cold. Beta was a very popular place because of its packed frozen seas. Anywhere you decided to poke a hole, you would be guaranteed fish for days.
Billy hadn’t the faintest clue how so many fish could survive down there, but that wasn’t so important either, all he had to know was where the good fishing spots were. And that he knew.
As time went on, Billy spent all his time practicing fishing techniques. He wanted to be the best and have the most experience he could, so he would pretend to fish in a dried pond, throwing the tackle out and reel in day in and day out. Other people he knew would quickly bypass him, becoming much stronger and much faster, they often asked why Billy was still so weak. “I’d rather get there strong and prepared than strong and unsure” was his respond.
He cared not for his short term or long term physique, nor how fast he grew, just that when he one day would become strong enough to fish, he would have the biggest advantage of them all.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turned to.. well, it only took him a few weeks, but while he was patient, it also felt like an eternity, but finally the day arrived where Billy was greeted with the message he had so long sought for; he was finally welcome to fish with the others. Finally he was strong enough.
It was time to venture to the frozen ponds and begin the fishing he had so long waited for. He could not have been any happier, he was singing all the way.
As Billy arrived to the pond, he found it empty. Empty of people, empty of movements in the water. He gave it a quick thought but dismissed it just as fast. He was just eager to fish.
He moved his rod back and threw it forward with mighty strength and had his tackle landed very far away. He waited patiently, knowing it shouldn’t take long for a fish to catch on, no one waited too long when he was around and watch and learn earlier.
Minutes went by and he reeled his tackle in to try again, maybe in another pond nearby. Alas, the result was the same. “Maybe it’s the bait,” he thought to himself and swapped it out and tried yet again. Once more the result was the same.
Billy was getting slightly annoyed by now. He had waited so long, trained so hard, and then no fish bit on. Desperate times takes desperate measures, so he put his head into the pond to have a look at the situation.
Empty.
Not a single fish was to be found anywhere. The water was crystal clear, he could see from shore to shore, but there was nothing down there.
Confused, he went to another pond and wasting no time, took a look under water. Also empty. This went on for another 4 ponds, and every time he got more and more frustrated.
He tried to fish on the shores of Zeta, in the bacterial sea of Eta, the slimy lagoons of Theta, even the oily oceans of Iota and the lava pits of Kappa didn't go untouched. He went far and wide but it was all the same. All the fish had been fished. None was left remaining, every single fish had been cleared from the universe.
But Billy still wanted to become a master angler. He had to. But how?
It didn’t take long before he thought about a different solution. He recalled the Sharken, roaming the seas on the Delta planet. Instead of fishing in the water, he decided right then and there to fish for sharks.
Without giving any extra thought, Billy bought a boat and set sails for sharkens.
Nothing was going to stand in his way.