Fish'n 9 to V Fishing Tournament

I almost never see fishers out on the water, even during tournaments, but in the last 24 hours, I've seen 2. Sorry, I didn't reply quick enough, @Boreder. I did see you, but you sailed past at full speed, so you were gone before I could answer. How do you catch fish going so fast?

Taking a short break to give my homeboy a ride home, then I'll be back to it. Good luck to all the fishers out there

I added a new conditional to my fishing macro. It can now tell when I pull up an ancient mib. (I haven't updated my guide, yet. I'll do that sometime tonight)

How do you guys like what my fishers yell for it?

Yes!! I'm on the leaderboard!!

Night has fallen. The ocean is eerily quiet. The K$C Master Baiters are bored. Kirby has started slapping Regis around a bit with a large trout he caught.

The hours go by, the piles of fish at our heroes' feet get bigger and bigger. Suddenly, a ghostly serpentine figure comes into view.

"LOCK LAKE MONSTER!!!" Nicky screams, as the full realization of their current predicament becomes clear. This is easily the most feared creature on the open seas. Most would only come after this creature fully prepared, with a tamer who has completely trained his pets. Kirby, Regis, and Nicky are but humble mages.

They wonder if they should run, then decide FUCK IT!! GO BIG OR GO HOME!! If you can't stand to get a little wet, go back to the solid ground, you pansy landlubber.

And so fight, they did...



It was a long, grueling fight. Poor Regis almost lost his life a few times, had it not been for the quick healing powers of his friend, Kirby.

As Kirby picked the corpse clean, the other fishers rested up, their mana spent after such a fight. Before they could finish their passive meditation techniques, however, their poles bent, and up came more serpents. Another fight ensued. Spell after spell was cast, our brave mages ignoring the sweat pouring into their eyes and mouths.

Finally, the evil creatures were vanquished, and spoils were passed around.



The fishers breathed a long sigh of relief that their ordeal had passed. Maybe now, we can rest.

Then Regis' pole bent...
!!!

As a nod to recent event, Surstromming decided to change in his leprechaun outfit and eat some fermented herring with freshest green bread while no one else is on the ship to laugh at him (due to a very specific smell of his lunch).

Im enjoying yhe fish tales....

FUCK!

Doh!