HI! I'm moufisto.
I'm new! Treat me well. :3

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ALright pleasantries out of the way, it's time for.. A STORY!
This is mah tail, the tale of how i came to find .. World of Minecraft!

Also note that any pokemon names, named throughout this, are only there essentially to stop me from swearing, in substitute!

The year was 1778! i was sailing on Yar pirate ship until me mateys hooted up some bad-CARCass sharks, with laser beams!
We were searching for the "Relics Of The Damned" a spanish treasure, that was being invaded constantly by pirates. Many of our mateys had suffered from scurvy, we were always on our toes to keep this boat afloat.
Well, at least, that was until it was blown up. That's right! One of our crew, was smokin' down near the grog'n'toilets, little did we figure; that the poo fermented with the sea water - to make an explosive!

Well, we learned our lesson, half our crew was left alive, and to our horror; the grog was gone.
So! for what was left of the other half of us, we fought eachover out for meat,
stranded on an island where only god knows how it came to be formed under the lights of a Cthuhlu dream - BUT, we were alive, so we didn't have the moral streingth to complain. So we sat, we stared, we wondered and pondered until that same afternoon, a fellow pirate ship filled with rogues and bandits had come by..

"YAR! Wha's that? you blew yourselves up?" The captian looked like a barbossa, but with a more sinister application to his clothes;
"SCRUB THE DECKS and I might spare your lives, GET BACK TO WORK!! all of you, this be no scene for the living!" and shot the weakest man of our crew to make the point clear.

We scrubbed. And scrubbed. ANNNNDd scrubbed.
Eventually their crew, grew to approve of us.
Our crew however, was left between Me, my best man, and a girl who looked like she could make mighty fine sandwiches! ARrr!
No idea what her name was though.

"So where are we headed, ye scal'buccaneer?" I asked a fellow adventurer who joined in my cleaning duties..
"We're heading to the edge of the world, to england; ol cha-!" The captain came around and shot him on the spot.

You must be wondering, "how would the captian have a crew, when he exercises such brutality?" well, he was famous. This here, is Captain Morgan. A man, who loved the taste of good rum in the morning, who thought that everyone who didn't pull their weight towards the finer things in life; was worth no life at all.
You must also be wondering "what the Squirtle is Mouf on?" Well i'm only on shrooms so fear not! Shrooms and crack that is. Yes, for dinner i had Mushrooms, bacon and some Crack'd pepper. among other things.

Alright so, continueing with the story.

Life was seemingly hopeless at this point.
We all wanted to do our own thing in life, and being held down by such a captain - was not what we desired. Almost as if we were bound to sea shackles and cast down to the eternity of a dreary sea of labor; we had to escape.

PART TWO COMES WHEN I'M BORED/DRUNK ENOUGH.
COULD BE IN THE NEXT 10 MINUTES, DON'T KNOW.