[Sean practically beams through his mask. He wants to hear it! How did it go again? He's not the best with storytelling, but if he stuck to how dad told it, Kyou would definitely be impressed, right?]
Alright, so check it. Hundreds of years ago, in the mid-sixteenth century, there was a village in Ireland, on the coast. They lived like simple and honest dawgs, ploughing that fresh farm dirt for potatoes and whatever.
But then one day, some salty suckas arrived. It was pirates! Those low-down dirty dogs were here to raid the village. It was almost over before it began. They had swords, and guns, and cannons. The village had charming cottages. They were getting ganked left and right, and it seemed like there was no hope left.
But there was... [He pauses dramatically, and sweeps a gauntleted hand through the air.] a miracle.
In the chill of winter, the shamrocks in the grass had become frozen. And sharp. And deadly. Then, in unison, the villagers plucked their wicked new weapons from the cold ground, and sent those candy-assed pirates packing back to their ships like the fools they were.
[Sean takes a second to wag his finger at the screen.]
But that's not all, yo. The OG victors barely had time to enjoy their victory before they heard a clap cutting through the chilled air. A ninja had been watching the battle, and was mad impressed by how the villagers threw down with the pirates. It was clear fo' sure that they had the ninja in them, and he could train them to unleash it.
No one could understand him though, because he was speaking Japanese. But eventually, they caught the gist of the sneaky homie, and were trained in the way of the ninja.
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Alright, so check it. Hundreds of years ago, in the mid-sixteenth century, there was a village in Ireland, on the coast. They lived like simple and honest dawgs, ploughing that fresh farm dirt for potatoes and whatever.
But then one day, some salty suckas arrived. It was pirates! Those low-down dirty dogs were here to raid the village. It was almost over before it began. They had swords, and guns, and cannons. The village had charming cottages. They were getting ganked left and right, and it seemed like there was no hope left.
But there was... [He pauses dramatically, and sweeps a gauntleted hand through the air.] a miracle.
In the chill of winter, the shamrocks in the grass had become frozen. And sharp. And deadly. Then, in unison, the villagers plucked their wicked new weapons from the cold ground, and sent those candy-assed pirates packing back to their ships like the fools they were.
[Sean takes a second to wag his finger at the screen.]
But that's not all, yo. The OG victors barely had time to enjoy their victory before they heard a clap cutting through the chilled air. A ninja had been watching the battle, and was mad impressed by how the villagers threw down with the pirates. It was clear fo' sure that they had the ninja in them, and he could train them to unleash it.
No one could understand him though, because he was speaking Japanese. But eventually, they caught the gist of the sneaky homie, and were trained in the way of the ninja.
And that's how the McNinjas were born!