Whoever ya bastard dumpin' me in here, I be smackin' ya good in the head. Ya hear me? Good in the head!

Ya assumin' I be happy in here? That I be raisin' mah beer and shoutin' hi, ho, howdy, here?

Can't even gettin' enough shut-eye. Them brutes chosin' no time kept bangin' on mah door.

Why d'you give mah bro permit of six hours sleep? He be essential, I believe. His service on fixin’ swords be crucial to ‘em trigger happy rascals. Ye, I be awake all night and he be snorin’ his ass til dawn. Ain’t fair, ain’t it?

Ye bastard should've shown yer face, I'm gonna smack 'em good. Smack 'em good, ye hear?

I be wantin' livin' my life too. Heard of nice babes livin' in the far West. Heard of 'em havin' beautiful houses an' slippery floors. Heard of 'em havin' majestic an' lovin' queen.

I be wantin' ter chill an' visit. Wantin' to tryna walk 'em slippery floors. Wantin' ter try 'em scrumptious meal. I be wantin' ter be out ov here! 

Mah friend, crazy woman good at hoardin’ potatoes; said she crossin' many a great ocean. Dove the deepest and took a many shiny coins. Said, took her a while buildin’ the boat. Said, it was a worth.

I be dreamin’ of sailin’ too. Wouldn't matter if I be smellin’ fish when I’d be gettin’ a many shiny coins. Wouldn’t matter, would it?

Mah friend said an isle she found after a great ocean. Said she gatherin' a great oystah pearls 'round the isle.

I be lovin' pearls too. Shiny pearls. Ye, when I be done buildin' a boat, I be gettin' some crews an' be sailin' to the isle. I be collectin' a many great pearls. I be divin' 'em treasures an' collectin' a many precious gems. Then I be done, I be goin' find mahself a wife. I be giftin' her the pearls an' the gems. We could be livin' in a farm, raisin' 'em cattles an' kids.

I be longin' ter get outta this hole. Been sick countin' frog legs, animal entrails, an' many a hideous things. One rascal hoardin' a many ogre blood. Stinky ogre blood. He tryna kill me? I be eatin' less a week fer 'em nasty smell.

I be questionin' 'em why people collectin' a many. Even mah friend great at hoardin'. Not just potatoes, she hoardin' ten wagons a carrots. Ten wagons, ye hear? Said t'was fer her beautiful donkey. That many fer a donkey? She tryin' to fatten the poor thing?

One day, I be free from here. One day, I be goin' to many a great city, tryin' a many different food. I be sailin' wid the waves ter carry mah boat. Wid my smile an' mah beer, I'd be sayin' hi, ho, howdy, mah dear.

Hello, readers of random nonsense.

Did anything up there made sense? Hahaha. I was just trying to sound like a pirate, slash I don't know what else. Actually, I just wrote what I'm hearing in my head.

I'm just playing and made a story of my favorite NPC in a game, the warehouse keeper. Who wouldn't love them, the keep all your preciouses safe.

But what if they really don't want the job, they have dreams they wanted to chase.

This screenshot was taken yesterday. You see that small guy over there? That's him, swarmed with people that are inquiring about their hoards. That's me riding a donkey.

The game is Black Desert Online by Pearl Abyss. I don't know how long I have been playing it, but not anymore, at least. It's just sitting there in my computer. What I really like in this game is the graphics. Lemme share more screenies.

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