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Post by Jacob Winters on Jul 20, 2018 10:46:57 GMT -5
Task I
As the orange sun descended onto the horizon in the distance, Jacob breathed a sigh of relief, no longer having the endure the sun’s harsh radiance upon his skin any longer. Part of him wished that he had made the trip on his boat towards Sundial Island at night, so that he would not have to sit underneath the sun’s scorching rays whilst travelling, but he knew that arriving at night, robbing the villagers while they were sleeping, and sneaking away before morning was the best strategic idea.
As Jacob’s meager boat inched closer and closer to Sundial Island, Jacob saw some spots of civilization here and there, mainly in the form of streetlights and the lights inside homes. However, he also saw a fire pit on the beach, with several Marines seemingly drinking and celebrating. Jacob did not know about the concept of alcohol yet, so he was confused as to why the Marines were wobbling around and acting like complete and utter buffoons.
Jacob felt an urge to kill every last one of them, having been deprived of any murderous activities while traveling on the flimsy tug boat he traveled to Sundial Island on. Realizing that they were in a weakened condition, Jacob simply placed his boat at a safe distance from the coast, and walked over to the Marines, who were also roasting a pig. He walked over and calmly asked “Could I have a bite of what you’re cooking?”
The Marines took one look at Jacob and they screamed in horror, believing him to be a demon, with their inebriated condition playing tricks on their mind. However, they quickly realized that Jacob was just an “ordinary” young man, and quickly got angry. One of the older Marines said “What is this punk doing? Trying to scare us. We have to teach him a lesson”, as the others nodded in agreement, some still struggling to stand upright.
As one of the Marines charged Jacob with a rusty sword, he slipped on some empty beer bottles that had been on his path. Jacob smirked and brought out his weapon, his trusty saw cleaver, and relished the look of utter fear the drunk Marine had exhibited, savouring the moment, before he slammed his weapon onto the Marine’s back, drawing blood. The other Marines looked on in horror, and exclaimed “What the hell! That thing is a demon! We have to run away!”.
However, before the Marines struggled to run away, due to their drunk condition, and Jacob laughed maniacally as they made a desperate attempt to get away from the cloaked, blood-stained figure. He calmly walked over to one of the Marines and stared deep into his eyes, with his bright blue eyes reflecting back onto the dilated pupils contained within the Marine’s brown eyes, before Jacob made a swift motion with his cleaver that sent more blood gushing through his face.
One of the Marines attempted to shoot Jacob, but their aim was incredibly off, and before he had the chance to reload his weapon, Jacob brought his cleaver to the Marine, not quite ending his life, but likely leaving him with no option other than to bleed out on the beach. The last Marine had started praying for redemption, rather than trying to fight for his life. “Please God, I know I’ve done wrong in my life, but please save my soul!”. Jacob felt a tinge of sadness for him, before bringing his cleaver onto his head, ending his life quickly and relatively mercilessly. As Jacob counted the number of bleeding and dead Marines on the beach, he only counted four. One of them was missing, and Jacob quickly deduced that it was the senior Marine that had initially confronted him.
Jacob expressed slight annoyance, as the Marine would likely alert the Marine post on the island, and possibly act as a foil to his plan for a quick and sneaky excursion onto the island for supplies. He thought to himself that things probably would’ve been better off if he had just left them alone, but the rush of adrenaline and joy that had been brought to him was amazing, and he knew that he could never stop. Jacob sheathed his weapon and he took the time to sit down next to the fire pit, and carved out some of the roasted pig, before chowing down. He actually had not eaten in a while, and despite hunger being a very familiar sensation for him, he gorged down on the food like a ravenous beast.
Jacob even decided to try out some of the alcohol that were miraculously not yet consumed by the Marines. As Jacob put the bottle to his lips, a bitter taste flowed onto his lips and his tongue, and he quickly threw away the bottle, wondering if it was actually poison instead, and he wondered why the Marines seemed to enjoy this particular beverage, as it tasted awful and only served to put them in a weaker state of mind, a state of mind that would eventually lead to their brutal deaths at the hands of Jacob himself.
Jacob thought to himself, “Humans really are weird creatures, but I guess I shouldn’t be talking. I’m the epitome of weird myself after all”, before eating the rest of the pig. For a couple of drunk guys, the Marines sure knew how to cook a pig. Jacob wondered if he should’ve let one of them live, so that they could be his Cook. Jacob had no interest in being a part of a pirate crew, but he did think to himself that most pirate crews did have a cook. Unfortunately, Jacob never learned how to cook himself, and the food he made always turned out to be quite bad, both in taste and in nutrition, as he has a penchant for accidentally burning his food. Most times, Jacob usually just steals the food of the people he robs, but that’s not always a viable option.
Jacob decided to leave the beach, looking for homes of families that appeared wealthy, in order to rob them of their valuable belongings and such, but he knew that time was running out, as the escaped Marine would likely inform the others and send out a team to take care of him, and they probably would not be as weak and defenseless as the group of inebriated marines that Jacob had wiped out a few short moments ago. With that in mind, Jacob started running towards the nearby village.
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Pirate
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Post by Jacob Winters on Jul 21, 2018 13:13:23 GMT -5
Task II
As the chilly night breeze settled onto the air, Jacob felt reinvigorated by the lower temperature, a condition he was well-accustomed to due to his extensive familiarity with it as a child. The lesser visibility that accompanies the darkness of the night time was also a familiar sight to behold. Jacob felt most comfortable in the comforting shadows of the night, reminding him of the 16 years he spent in a dark broom closet. One might think that those painful memories might make him dislike the dark, but the worst physical abuse happened when little bits of light pored in from the upstairs, when his father came down to the basement. As such, he grew to dislike the lightness, as it seemed as though only bad things happened when light entered the room, as it was a signal of things to come.
As Jacob had very little exposure to light growing up, his eyes had fully adapted to the darkness, and thus, he usually had a more difficult time seeing in the light. Bright sunshine was even painful at times, due to the strain it exerted on Jacob’s eyes. As a result, Jacob felt most at ease in the shroud of the night, and he was able to deftly avoid patrols on his path, as his night vision was on a much higher level than the Marines who were scouting the area. Being locked in a dark closet for 16 years had some benefits after all, Jacob thought to himself, with his usual dry wit.
Jacob walked along a cobbled path, a luxury in this day and age, one that not many neighbourhoods had enjoyed, and Jacob thought of it as a good sign, as the wealthier the homes he robbed, the more loot he would obtain. Jacob had landed on the beach and he had not walked very far away until he encountered an array of large, well-built homes much different from the houses and huts made of stick and stone that he was familiar with. As he slid past armed patrols, melding into the darkness of the night, he walked around the side of the house, believing that an attempt to enter from the back door would be the best option. However, Jacob saw an entire patio with an an amazing view of the ocean, rather than the simple, rustic wooden doors he had seen on his home island. He marveled at the luxury of the inhabitants of the house, as they had seemed to be living in an entirely different world than the one him and his family had know, mired in poverty.
Jealousy built up within Jacob, and his fingers twitched at the prospect of digging his cleaver onto the lucky owners, to see their entire lives taken away by him, and to hear their screams for mercy. It brought Jacob so much excitement, he made a quick shriek, one that seemed to have brought the unwanted attention of a security guard patrolling the complex. The guard yelled out, "Who’s there! Reveal yourself!", as Jacob quickly cursed himself and melded into the shadow, preparing to strike when the time came.
Anticipating a kill, adrenaline rushed through Jacob’s body, and he could barely contain himself from jumping out into the open and scaring the bejeezus out of the guard. Unfortunately for Jacob, the guard seemed to have just left, much to Jacob’s profound disappointment. He ruminated in his own self-pity for a bit, before returning to the task at hand, robbing some wealthy islanders. He hopped over the patio fence, and walked quietly along the wooden boards, trying not to elicit any unwanted creaks from the floor. To his surprise, the wooden floorboards of the patio made absolutely no sound whatsoever, likely a result of the wealth and the master carpentering skills that money can buy.
As he got closer to the patio door, Jacob noticed raindrops dripping down onto his skin. He took a quick look at his hand and confirmed that it was indeed just rain, and got back to the task at hand. He slowly slid the glass patio door open, and entered the room. The room was full of lavish paintings and exquisite white furniture. As the rain grew more intense outside, he decided to a seat down on the couch facing the patio door, looking at the beach. The view was amazing, and he saw waves crashing onto a rocky cliff, as the wind howled louder and louder, and thunder began to be heard in the distance.
He looked at a particular portrait above a grand piano in the room. It was a picture of the family that lived in the house. They seemed like a pretty picture-perfect family, with a wealthy-looking gentleman and his wife, and their two adorable young children, decked out in fancy suits and dresses. Jacob wondered how old their children were right now, and he felt a tinge of sadness looking at the wonderful world the children seemed to live in. They had everything Jacob did not, and Jacob began to feel anger coursing through his veins. He could feel the heat radiate from his face, the sheer anger he had for the inhabitants of this households. He knew that he would enjoy taking the lives of their parents, to make them feel a semblance of the pain that Jacob himself endured. "After all", he thought to himself, "it was only fair, right?"
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Post by Jacob Winters on Jul 21, 2018 16:52:46 GMT -5
Task II Continued
Jacob felt a wave of excitement hit his body, as he softly giggled like a madman, excited for the carnage that awaited this picture-perfect family. He could hardly contain himself, and he skipped joyfully inside the house, looking for his soon-to-be victims. He peered inside one of the rooms at the edge of the long hallway, and saw a young girl clutching a teddy bear, blissfully sleeping. He looked at the girl and smiled, before closing the door and leaving her be. The next door he encountered inside the hallway contained the bedroom of the boy, slightly older than the girl, with sandy blond hair and a big, blue room with lots of toys. Jacob once again closed the door and skipped along to the next room.
The next room he saw contained a home office, with tons of books and a work-space. Unfortunately, Jacob was illiterate, so he was not quite sure what the books were about. Yet still, he felt the leather bindings of some of the books on the desk, and enjoyed the sensation. Jacob glanced around the room, looking for valuables, and he spotted a very interesting-looking fruit contained within a glass container on the top-shelf, presumably so that the children would not be able to reach it. The fruit was black and looked malicious, as if it radiated an evil energy. Jacob wondered if it was edible, or if it was valuable enough to be sold.
Jacob still never got the hang of the process of bartering, and complex economic system of the world. For the longest time, he thought people referring to "beli" were talking about their stomachs, so it made certain conversations interesting but also nonsensical at same time. Often at times, it felt like Jacob got swindled by people trying to take advantage of him. Of course, usually whenever that happened, he would kill the other party and just take their stuff instead. "After all, that was the Pirate Way, right?", Jacob thought to himself, rationalizing his murderous actions.
Jacob thought about what he should do with the Fruit. He had no idea what Devil Fruits were, so he thought that the fruit in front of him was just a regular fruit. He thought to himself, "Maybe he kept in a glass container because it's from a far away land and very delicious? There's no harm in eating it, right? After all, how valuable could a single fruit be? Even if it is really fancy and stuff".
Jacob decided to taste the fruit, as he was feeling quite hungry from his trip here to Sundial Island. He had been driven away from the previous island by an angry mob that wanted to lynch him, so he didn't exactly have the time to gather enough supplies. His hunger had dissipated slightly due to the roast pig he had eaten earlier, but Jacob had a pretty unshakable appetite due to experiencing constant starvation as a child. Whenever there was food available, Jacob would eat, and this time would be no different. As Jacob bit into the strange, dark-coloured fruit, he felt a bitter sensation rushing into his mouth. He could hardly find ways to describe the god-awful taste of the fruit. Jacob's initial worry was that he fruit was poisonous, as he had tasted poison before, from when his siblings would give him soup laced with strong acidic cleaning mixtures. He had felt sick for days, and it was one of the times he had gotten closest to dying, and he surely would have without the constant care of his mother those several days.
Despite the bitter sensation still ringing through his mouth, Jacob's mind flooded with memories of his mother, the only good thing he had ever experienced in his life. She was loving and kind, and it had hurt Jacob immensely when she called him a monster and yelled at him to go away. Jacob wondered if he would ever see her again, and he knew that all he could do was hope that one day, she would find it in her heart to figure him. A Jacob reminisced about the few pleasant memories he had, he had heard noises coming from outside of the office door. Before he could hide, a tall, aristocratic man entered the room with a rifle, and had it aimed squarely at Jacob. He yelled out, "What are you doing here? Did you eat the fruit? Answer me or I'm going to blow your head off!"
Jacob tried to unsheathe his weapon, but the man fired the gun, and Jacob thought he was done for, and he moved his arms in front of him in a desperate attempt to save his life. It all felt so unfair to Jacob. He was treated worse than an animal his entire life, and now it all come down to this pivotal moment, where it seemed like he was going to be put down and killed just like an animal. He wondered if this was penance for the crimes he had committed, and the numerous people Jacob had hurt, including his mother, who he had hurt worst of all, despite her being the only person that was ever genuinely kind to Jacob.
Jacob heard the bullet go off, but it never hit Jacob. He wasn't sure where it even went, and he slowly opened his eyes to see a shadowy manifestation in his front, as he saw the man curse angrily at Jacob. All of a sudden, Jacob felt power surging through him, and he realized that he had the power to command his shadow. His shadow had manifested itself into a barrier to protect Jacob, and now it was giving Jacob free rein to control it. Jacob's exhilaration boiled over into pure elation, and he sent 3 sharp shadowy spears flying towards the man, piercing through his skin and ending his life.
With bits of blood splattered on his clothes and face, he laughed maniacally. "The devil himself has saved me, there's no other explanation!", Jacob yelled out, with him maintaining no more worry of being caught. To him, there was no other explanation other than divine intervention. He knew that his mission was not yet over. As he heard frantic footsteps outside of the room, he quickly ran over to the hallway, and saw the mother and her two children trying to escape. He picked up his old axe cleaver and sent it flying across the hallway, with the cleaver landing on the back of the mother's head, piercing her skull and killing her instantly. The two children screamed and their screams only grew louder as Jacob got closer. He leaned down next to the girl and quietly said "Peek-a-boo", before promptly removing his axe from the woman's lifeless body, and left the house.
Outside, there were 3 security guards, armed with batons but nothing else. Jacob only laughed as they yelled out at him. He didn't even care about what they were saying, as he was too overwhelmed with pure ecstasy from having obtained his newfound powers. With a quick flick of a finger, he sent 3 shadow spears flying towards the 3 guard, and moments later, he heard the bodies hit the ground. He yelled out as loud as he could, "WATCH OUT WORLD! I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE IT HURTS!"
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Total Task Wordcount - 2,130
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Pirate
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Post by Jacob Winters on Jul 21, 2018 20:50:01 GMT -5
Task III
With his newfound Devil Fruit powers, Jacob felt absolutely invincible. He felt like a God amongst men, and his previous worries about having to rob people and leave the island dissipated, and he considered becoming the ruler of the island. “After all, surely there is nobody strong enough to defeat me? I will kill enough of them to make them submit to me. After this island, I’ll conquer the next one, and then the next one, until only One Piece is left to conquer. I will become the Pirate King! The world will come to fear me!”
With his newfound swagger and abilities, he openly walked on the lit path, prepared to kill anybody that refused to submit to him. He no longer cared about robbing the homes of the wealthy. After all, he could conduct the exact same activities much more efficiently with tax-collectors as the King of Sundial Island. Jacob’s first decree as the King would be to change the name. There was something about the name that Jacob disliked, and he vowed that he would be the one to change it.
Jacob wistfully dreamed about his future life as King, having numerous servants taking care of his every need, and striking fear into the hearts of both his subjects and his enemies. However, his fantasies were cut short by boisterous yelling and footsteps growing louder and louder. It seemed as though an angry mob had formed, and were looking for the perpetrator of the murder of the 5 people he had previously just finished killing, not including the 4 drunk Marines he had slaughtered at the beach upon his arrival on the island.
Not exhibiting any fear, Jacob ran towards the crowd of people, and unveiled himself, shouting at the crowd. “Bow down to your new King! My name is Jacob Winters and you are all my slaves. If you refuse to submit to me, I will kill you, and I will do it very, very, slowly.” The crowd looked exasperated and their yelling grew even louder, as they started pointing their pitchforks and torches at Jacob. One woman yelled out, “Are you the monster that killed the Forrester family?!”, to which Jacob replied “Only the parents, as far as I know, the children are still alive”. The crowd’s intensity grew even stronger and they seemed to be getting ready to beat him to death, with some women even starting to throw rocks at Jacob, which he deflected with ease.
Jacob attempted to reason with the crowd, trying to calm them down the best way he could, stating “I am warning you. Any further resistance will be met with overwhelming force, and none of you will survive the onslaught”. Unfortunately, that seemed to have only riled up them further, and the crowd grew even more angry and they slowly made Jacob back up, until he was surrounded by the crowd, with his back to an ancient oak tree the size of a small office building. It was hard for Jacob to concentrate among the constant yelling and screaming of the crowd, but he noticed some villagers preparing a stake not too far away from the tree, surely so that could burn him alive there. They had gathered firewood, oil, and some rope. Jacob sighed, frustrated at how badly the villagers were reaction to the news that he would be their new ruler. He figured that he needed to make an example of some of the villagers, to really get the message across.
The situation was incredibly stressful for Jacob, as some of them even started to try to poke Jacob with their pitchforks, and that was when Jacob had lost him temper. One unlucky fool got a bit too close Jacob, and like a cornered animal, Jacob fought back, bringing out his axe cleaver and slicing the arm off one of the aggressors with his weapon. As blood spurted out from the now severed arm, both onto Jacob and onto some of the other crowd members, the attempted stabbings only grew in frequency and intensity. With the assistance of his Devil Fruit's abilities, in the form of additional arms, Jacob climbed up the tree, and looked onto the crowd. The crowd somehow even got more upset when they saw Jacob's ability in action, and the calls to burn him at the stake increased, as more accusations of being a demon increased.
"This is quite a messy situation, I really don't know any other way to get out of it other than to kill everybody here. But then, who will bring me grape juice and cook black bean noodles for me if I kill everybody on the island? I have to find a way to stop the killing one way or another, but these people are just insane. They've completely lost it, and I'm not they're going to listen to me, regardless of what I have to say", Jacob thought to himself, in a slightly hypocritical manner, as Jacob's current tally of 9 murders lead to this exact situation. As Jacob had finally gotten himself settled on a somewhat comfortable and sturdy branch on the tree, he got hit hard by a stone thrown by one of the crowd members. That was the final straw for Jacob, and he saw only red as anger flowed through his veins, just as it did when he murdered his entire family when he was 16 years old.
Task to be continued
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