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Murim Is Cringe

Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He knows all and sees all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while for all the others who don't... impeding doom awaits. The seer's words are absolute. How might you recognize him you ask...? There have been rumors of this man clad in black whose eyes shine a clean crimson glare right through his hermit hat when provoked. He is also rumored to be carrying a Demonic Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young. P.S.: Yes, I am aware that the title might have turned out a bit inaccurate. Forgive this junior.

Neonkilz · Oriental
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Murim Has Amazonians??

"FIRE!" roared the captain.

A barrage of cannonballs hit the enemy ship.

"Hahahah."

"Yay."

"Again, men," the captain commanded.

"Reloading," the crew responded.

And then the enemy fired.

"Duck! Enemy fire!" yelled the scout from atop the ship.

"BRACE!" ordered the captain, and all braced for impact.

The voyage was over in a few seconds. It was once again our turn to shoot.

"Sire, I spot their gunpowder reserves."

"Empty the shells, ready the swivels."

Another hail of cannonballs fell upon the enemy. The seer continued to snack on apples, sitting near the railings, relishing medieval naval combat.

"Steer the boat right into that rock," the seer advised the captain, who steered the ship.

"Fire!" the captain yelled as he turned the ship around 90 degrees and went for the rocks. "Switch to half sails!"

The ship steered into the cover of the rocks while our attack hit the enemy's was blocked.