Follow me if you will through the seas of life. you are aboard my battleship, fresh from the repair docks. we have but one goal, to continue our life as we please and defend our allies from attack. a few days ago i contacted coonloon to ask how things are going with him. i found out that at the time he was visiting another friend of mine, silverpaw. i got caught up with what has been going on and had a nice chat. when i got home later that night i crossed with my now sworn enemy, my parents. like two great battleships, we crossed paths, our guns pointed fore and aft in peace. when i mentioned who i had recently spoken to, they swung their guns broadside and opened fire. “why would you contact him?” they asked, “he is a low-life, a hoodrat! he will never bring you up, only drag you down. they all will.” so the shells flew, peppering my deck with holes. i went to battlestations and returned fire. soon the air is full of smoke and lead as i find out the only reason why they are attacking is because coonloon comes from a lower class family and doesn't have the same up-bringing i do. that does not justify putting a total ban on him or anyone else who meets the same conditions.

as we fight my dad pulls out his torpedos and launches. i take a hit as he tells me im heading down the old road and that i need to stop or i will be homeless. they concentrate their fire on my associations, painting them as criminals and undesirables. they then blame them for the current troubles we are facing and say that if i didn't reach out to these undesirable people we wouldn't be here. at that point i had enought! i throw the wheel over and close in to point-blank range and open up with a broadside of my 16-inch, 5-inch, 40-mm and 20-mm guns. my simple reply to this unwarranted attact of theirs was, “if you want to yell at hoodrats and low-lifes, start with the ones in the mirror.” i let the lead fly as i pulled away to disengage and return to port.

#micdrop #shotsfired