Let's make a story

[QSW]

"It began in the mountains on an overcast day, where only one ray of sunshine broke through the clouds.
It shone like the light of Heaven as it bounced off what appeared to be, a crystal dome buried in the rock floor.
In the shadows lies the keeper of the crystal.  Sword unsheathed nostrils aflare.
The magic that had bound it to guard this place had been ancient even when its wardship had begun.
But as the light reflected off the many facets of the crystal dome down into the chamber, so long steeped in darkness, the aged guardian felt a new warmth kindle in its bones.
Now it was crystal clear for the guardian what was its meaning of life:
Its purpose, it now knew, was to blow up the ocean.
For the ocean was salty.  .  .  and fishy.  .  .  and sharky.
Steve Irwin's ghost lives there, stalking the denizens of the deep.  Wink

Standing...swaying, on the sandy floor, the ghost peers towards the surface grimacing at what is to come.
It murmurs, "well, well, well, look at this..."  Grin
It's the Sabartooth Tyegah Shaaaaaaak, whot a bewty!

The shark opens wide its horrendous maw and spits an ancient blade from between its teeth at the ghost.

[Starlight]

"It began in the mountains on an overcast day, where only one ray of sunshine broke through the clouds.
It shone like the light of Heaven as it bounced off what appeared to be, a crystal dome buried in the rock floor.
In the shadows lies the keeper of the crystal.  Sword unsheathed nostrils aflare.
The magic that had bound it to guard this place had been ancient even when its wardship had begun.
But as the light reflected off the many facets of the crystal dome down into the chamber, so long steeped in darkness, the aged guardian felt a new warmth kindle in its bones.
Now it was crystal clear for the guardian what was its meaning of life:
Its purpose, it now knew, was to blow up the ocean.
For the ocean was salty.  .  .  and fishy.  .  .  and sharky.
Steve Irwin's ghost lives there, stalking the denizens of the deep.  Wink

Standing...swaying, on the sandy floor, the ghost peers towards the surface grimacing at what is to come.
It murmurs, "well, well, well, look at this..."  Grin
It's the Sabartooth Tyegah Shaaaaaaak, whot a bewty!

The shark opens wide its horrendous maw and spits an ancient blade from between its teeth at the ghost.

Concealment 50%, attack missed. 

[Wyrin]

"Perhaps," thinks Steve Irwin's ghost, "if I can jab my thumb up it's arse, I can really piss it off"

couldn't pass up the south park reference

[Tybae]

"Perhaps," thinks Steve Irwin's ghost, "if I can jab my thumb up it's arse, I can really piss it off"

couldn't pass up the south park reference

Literally, ROTFLMAO

[sirchet]

"Perhaps," thinks Steve Irwin's ghost, "if I can jab my thumb up it's arse, I can really piss it off"

The huge anal retentive shark cautiously backs away from the ghost of the beloved and sorely missed naturalist.

[QSW]

"It began in the mountains on an overcast day, where only one ray of sunshine broke through the clouds.
It shone like the light of Heaven as it bounced off what appeared to be, a crystal dome buried in the rock floor.
In the shadows lies the keeper of the crystal.  Sword unsheathed nostrils aflare.
The magic that had bound it to guard this place had been ancient even when its wardship had begun.
But as the light reflected off the many facets of the crystal dome down into the chamber, so long steeped in darkness, the aged guardian felt a new warmth kindle in its bones.
Now it was crystal clear for the guardian what was its meaning of life:
Its purpose, it now knew, was to blow up the ocean.
For the ocean was salty.  .  .  and fishy.  .  .  and sharky.
Steve Irwin's ghost lives there, stalking the denizens of the deep.  Wink

Standing...swaying, on the sandy floor, the ghost peers towards the surface grimacing at what is to come.
It murmurs, "well, well, well, look at this..."  Grin
It's the Sabartooth Tyegah Shaaaaaaak, whot a bewty!

The shark opens wide its horrendous maw and spits an ancient blade from between its teeth at the ghost.
Concealment 50%, attack missed.  Grin
"Perhaps," thinks Steve Irwin's ghost, "if I can jab my thumb up it's arse, I can really piss it off"
The huge anal retentive shark cautiously backs away from the ghost of the beloved and sorely missed naturalist.

The shark sunddenly utters a polymorph spell and turns into a mischievous water dragon, winking it swims off into the west

[Starlight]

"What?...", still in Shock, the ghost just stand there speechless.

[Tybae]

"What?...", still in Shock, the ghost just stand there speechless.

A large boom is heard as the Water Dragon hits the shore rocks that were to the west.