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So I was wondering at some point why there isn't many fishermen NPCs in monster hunter (Besides 3rd gen). Is it the developers not bothering adding more of them? Or.....is it intentional?
And then I saw this thing here: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1b/7.....4e68f7c839.jpg
And I wondering how ****ed up to be in that situation....
And uhhh.....this pic from
TantarosACF here:
https://d.facdn.net/art/tantarosacf.....f_dscn2136.jpg
Both of them SOMEHOW made me think it could made into nursery rhyme that could scare children into giving up being fishermen and be hunters instead and..........just read it will you :(
There once was man named Willie~
Who against the wishes of his procreators
Took the life of a fisherman over a hunter
His parents were discontented over his acts
But today....he faces the promised fate
Today, Willie~ lays in slumber in his hut
Snore, snore, snore....lights approaches his form....
Snore, snore, snore....his eyes goes agape for fish....
Willie~ reaches out and beyond for the rod by him
The ever faithful tool since the decision of Will~
All professions requires daily check, Willie~ said
Fishing or hunting, all needs a prep
The fishing hour approaches as Willie~ is checked
For the new morning carries new experience
Strode, strode, strode....down he comes from hut....
Strode, strode, strode....path led to port....
The child's inner sparks were but a mote
But up he ages and the flares grew and grew
Till Will~ is a man he is, flames burning brighter
Standing by the boat, his aims for greatness ever higher
On his steed to blue wilderness, Willie~ bids farewell
But his would prove on this day, it be his last
Sail, sail, sail....into the blues of mysteries....
Sail, sail, sail....to fish out his destiny....
No signs of hamlets found here, for Willie~ is far from help
But wilderness deters not this Will~, his pride does not allow
Prides ignorant to red glows below, red glows of doom
Rising to meet the surface, subtle waves at first
Intensity rocked Willie~ out of trance, before water jumped out
Head snapped to source, the water disperse and uncloaks
Stare, stare, stare....into the wonders of anomalies....
Stare, stare, stare....the 'fish' that looms over....
But fishes don't loom nor looks down, that be fishers
As Willie~ stares the eyes of the 'fish', the red abyss that glows
Sights of demise could be seen, as well as furies across kins
Of father and mother that pleaded, but never answered by Will~
More and more of the 'fish' merges, body immense and large
As growls sounded from the 'fish', Willie~ found his voice
Scream, scream, scream....the 'fish' reveals the fearsome maw....
Scream, scream, scream....zaps and sparks surrounds the 'fish'....
The boats rocks as waves harshen, following the fall on his back
Will~ soon realized in this day, he is a fisher no more
For he deduced from azure scales, what lay before is 'Lagiacrus'
The apex fisher of seas, and Willie~ is its 'fish'
Soon the wooden carriage is upturned, and Willie~ is submerged
The ex-fisher soon saw, how his fishes pleads
Swim, swim, swim....away from the 'fisher'....
Swim, swim, swim....his air runs low....
Try as Will~ might, but all is lost
The moment the 'fisher' came, there's no stopping his catch
Soon a black hole rigged with fangs encases him
Watery world outside shifting to reddish crimson
Beastly growls soon followed, accompanied by sweltering heat
And then, the jaws seals shut, and Willie~ is no more
Squirm, squirm, squirm....in the jaws which he resides....
Squirm, squirm, squirm....down the gullet of no return....
"The end! Did you enjoy that Johnson?" The mother said
Johnson, a 9 year-old child on his bed was covering all of himself except his head. "Y-...Yes mommy, I-"
The mother interrupted him and said: "Well now hope you realize that fishing is dangerous for you, why don't you become a hunter like your father? After all, we all wanted the best for you darling"
"Yes....mother" The child replied in submission as he lied down and sleep.
*12 years later*
Finally.....his comrades have had enough questing for today, and there are no urgent quests at this time, and the day still haven't finished. It is at times like this where Johnson goes to the nearby sea with his fishing rod, such a relaxing way to spend time.
He may be a hunter, but at heart he'll be the fisherman he was denied from.
Thumbnail belongs to TantarosACF
Lagiacrus belongs to capcom
And then I saw this thing here: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1b/7.....4e68f7c839.jpg
And I wondering how ****ed up to be in that situation....
And uhhh.....this pic from
TantarosACF here:https://d.facdn.net/art/tantarosacf.....f_dscn2136.jpg
Both of them SOMEHOW made me think it could made into nursery rhyme that could scare children into giving up being fishermen and be hunters instead and..........just read it will you :(
There once was man named Willie~
Who against the wishes of his procreators
Took the life of a fisherman over a hunter
His parents were discontented over his acts
But today....he faces the promised fate
Today, Willie~ lays in slumber in his hut
Snore, snore, snore....lights approaches his form....
Snore, snore, snore....his eyes goes agape for fish....
Willie~ reaches out and beyond for the rod by him
The ever faithful tool since the decision of Will~
All professions requires daily check, Willie~ said
Fishing or hunting, all needs a prep
The fishing hour approaches as Willie~ is checked
For the new morning carries new experience
Strode, strode, strode....down he comes from hut....
Strode, strode, strode....path led to port....
The child's inner sparks were but a mote
But up he ages and the flares grew and grew
Till Will~ is a man he is, flames burning brighter
Standing by the boat, his aims for greatness ever higher
On his steed to blue wilderness, Willie~ bids farewell
But his would prove on this day, it be his last
Sail, sail, sail....into the blues of mysteries....
Sail, sail, sail....to fish out his destiny....
No signs of hamlets found here, for Willie~ is far from help
But wilderness deters not this Will~, his pride does not allow
Prides ignorant to red glows below, red glows of doom
Rising to meet the surface, subtle waves at first
Intensity rocked Willie~ out of trance, before water jumped out
Head snapped to source, the water disperse and uncloaks
Stare, stare, stare....into the wonders of anomalies....
Stare, stare, stare....the 'fish' that looms over....
But fishes don't loom nor looks down, that be fishers
As Willie~ stares the eyes of the 'fish', the red abyss that glows
Sights of demise could be seen, as well as furies across kins
Of father and mother that pleaded, but never answered by Will~
More and more of the 'fish' merges, body immense and large
As growls sounded from the 'fish', Willie~ found his voice
Scream, scream, scream....the 'fish' reveals the fearsome maw....
Scream, scream, scream....zaps and sparks surrounds the 'fish'....
The boats rocks as waves harshen, following the fall on his back
Will~ soon realized in this day, he is a fisher no more
For he deduced from azure scales, what lay before is 'Lagiacrus'
The apex fisher of seas, and Willie~ is its 'fish'
Soon the wooden carriage is upturned, and Willie~ is submerged
The ex-fisher soon saw, how his fishes pleads
Swim, swim, swim....away from the 'fisher'....
Swim, swim, swim....his air runs low....
Try as Will~ might, but all is lost
The moment the 'fisher' came, there's no stopping his catch
Soon a black hole rigged with fangs encases him
Watery world outside shifting to reddish crimson
Beastly growls soon followed, accompanied by sweltering heat
And then, the jaws seals shut, and Willie~ is no more
Squirm, squirm, squirm....in the jaws which he resides....
Squirm, squirm, squirm....down the gullet of no return....
"The end! Did you enjoy that Johnson?" The mother said
Johnson, a 9 year-old child on his bed was covering all of himself except his head. "Y-...Yes mommy, I-"
The mother interrupted him and said: "Well now hope you realize that fishing is dangerous for you, why don't you become a hunter like your father? After all, we all wanted the best for you darling"
"Yes....mother" The child replied in submission as he lied down and sleep.
*12 years later*
Finally.....his comrades have had enough questing for today, and there are no urgent quests at this time, and the day still haven't finished. It is at times like this where Johnson goes to the nearby sea with his fishing rod, such a relaxing way to spend time.
He may be a hunter, but at heart he'll be the fisherman he was denied from.
Thumbnail belongs to
TantarosACFLagiacrus belongs to capcom
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