A sad story about poverty, PT 3

**NoJustice** · 04-17-2011

So there I was, sailing on my newly stolen ship. All was sailing smoothly until we heard some noises on the poop deck. No...It can't be! AN ABOMINATION. THIS IS MADNESS WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?>???? I DONT UNDERSTAND IT HAS A DRILL FOR A HAND AND IT WAS SPEWING SMOKE AT US. It seemed as if we were doomed, but it turns out one of our boys had a spare Gatling gun lying around. One guy dressed up as a girl and distracted the poor thing while the gatling gun wielder rained bullets onto him, until he was cornered... into a corner. Slowly he was flashing red, and this indicated to us that he was at the brink of death. We were going to preserve him in a ton of ice but some ****** thought he was cool and "quick scoped" the near dead creature and the force was so strong that the thing flew over deck. Well thats one crew mate fed to the BR sharks. Anyways, that was one hell of an experience and I just can't get my mind off of it. Where did it come from? I do not understand and it is frightening me! Are there more abroad this ship? Is there something we don't know? We embarked on a quest to find more in our titanic ship and behold we found the source. There were three chambers with some mutated freaks in them frozen using cryogenics. I learned that one in bimology. Anyways, there were three chambers, but one was broken, possibly being the chamber of the creature that attacked us. Out of the two remaining, there seemed to be a female one but we did not take our chances. We sealed the secret room shut and we covered the freaks with a bunch of furniture before we left. I do not want to know where they came from but someone just might pay a hefty price for them so they are going to be kept in mint condition. As we were walking back up to the poop deck we heard a scream. "OH SHI....AAAAGGGGGH." We rushed back up only to be met with a surprise...