Booklover's Beach

[Booklover]

For all lovers of books (if you stumble on this forum without being a lover of books then you should rectify that immediately).


Beware of sharks.

[Rillbrook the Wanderer]

*Sets up sand volleyball net*

[lass of something much]

*Points her seaweed sword at Bookie*

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!

[Rillbrook the Wanderer]

*Starts working on building a pier*

[Scott McLamok]

Spoiler

[close]

ALRIGHT BOYS! We are takin' Normandy!

[Booklover]

*Points her seaweed sword at Bookie*

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!

Inconceivable!

[shisteer of nothing much]

*Sets up sand volleyball net*

What am I looking at here? Is it a volleyball net made of sand, or is it a volleyball net that's been set up so we can play volleyball on the sand?

[Rillbrook the Wanderer]

A net so we can play volleyball in the sand. The net itself is made of seaweed, and since animals playing with another animals intestines for a volleyball seems a little morbid, we'll say a modern volleyball washed up on the beach from some distant land

[lass of something much]

*Points her seaweed sword at Bookie*

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!

Inconceivable!

How can you use this word? I do not think it means what you think it means..

[Booklover]

Inconceivable! You didn't do the exact reply, word for word!

[shisteer of nothing much]

A net so we can play volleyball in the sand. The net itself is made of seaweed, and since animals playing with another animals intestines for a volleyball seems a little morbid, we'll say a modern volleyball washed up on the beach from some distant land

Oh, fun stuff.

[Rillbrook the Wanderer]

"Aye, I hope it lasts"
*puts finishing touches on pier*
*sits by himself on the new pier, watching the golden sun set over the water*

[Scott McLamok]

*Clutches his M1-Garand tightly as the rocking of the LCVP gives him nausea*

[lass of something much]

Inconceivable! You didn't do the exact reply, word for word!

D:


*Dies*

[Russa Nodrey]

But, like, don't.