With Guybrush's handy dandy PANTS OF HOLDING (tm), who needs a bank? But it does sort of require him to keep track of what he's got, sooooo...

( Inventory as of 03/05/2010 (Now Planeocracy Compliant) )

Hmm, lessee, Eirin, Eirin... man, I'll say one thing for gigantic dragons from beyond the stars crushing the building, it makes for less rooms to search. Ah, here we go, Room -110! Now I just need to find out what she's cooking to cure this Zerg problem and we're on our way ( Read more... )

Well, it's fine we couldn't get Reisen on board now. I'm sure she'll finish up, and she'll suddenly find herself wanting an epic pirate adventure, and we'll be good, right Bow?

Well, I've got my hat, I've got my supplies, and now I'm going to make one last trip to Bloodstain to see if I can find any willing recruits in that...

They start ( Read more... )

And where, exactly, has Guybrush been in the midst of all the blood, death, carnage, destruction and mayhem ( Read more... )

...So, uh.

...

You guys play any board games or anything?

And here's Guybrush, at the Sea of Acheron. ...in front of a rather pathetic looking foot-pedal swan boat.

You know, you'd think after so many years doing this sort of thing, I would be used to the crushing disappointment of it all.

....You'd THINK that.

See, this is why you can't trust politicians. Ever.

The sea! Tropical breezes! Fierce pirates raping and pillaging their ways across the ocean waves! I... I'm so HAPPY!

All right! Time to get myself back on my feet. If I'm gonna be stuck here, it's about time I started acting like a REAL PIRATE again! Now I need a ship and some crewmates...

Pfft. Well... well I didn't need to win that stupid tournament anyway! Because I got this nifty sword! That's way cooler than any tournament prize! ...Yeah!

Guess who obviously got his butt handed to him in the Duel Monsters tournament.

Whooooa, jackpot! Check out all this tooth-rotting loot that's suddenly shown up in my room! Clearly, I have been making some mighty pirate Gods very happy ( Read more... )

Geez, they want El Pollo Diablo that bad, I'll give them a photo. Just get me some tar, some chicken feathers, and a fake beak. THERE'S your El Pollo Diablo. Fools 9 out of 10 crazy chicken restaurant chefs.