Okay brahs. This might be our last chance to do this while we're all here. And that's kinda lame because it didn't have to be that way, and there's a bunch of waves and banks still out there. But like, the next generation of Presidents will come along, some day, and catch 'em. It's the way mother earth works, man.
But like, years ago, when I was still new to the scene, man, there was this one babe who started showing up on the beach at the same time. And like, the first few times she didn't really seem like she wanted to be there, she was just some dude's girlfriend, right. Just wanted to hang out and drink and sit by the bonfires and wasn't really into living life to the extreme. But one day, she finally got talked into getting on a board herself, and you know what happened?
From that moment on, man, we could never get her off the board. Once she tried it, she found out she really liked it, and nothing else would do anymore. She caught every wave, man. Tireless pursuit of life at its fullest. No wave she would not chase down. She surfed hard, man. She wanted to be President, too, but of course it didn't work that way. Not because she was a babe, per se, but we were out of masks too, man. "Sorry, babe, looks like you don't get to be President." But she was chill with it and just caught the waves until we were back and she stashed that cash where nobody but us could ever find it. They still haven't, man. Righteous.
Then one day, then as now, the FBI was coming for us, man, but she was the one on the beach because there was a huge wave out that day. Dangerously huge, man, like worthy of Maverick. None of the rest of us were up to it, but of course she was. Her and one other dude. But he was a Narc, man. I saw him cuff her, try to bring her in. There was a chopper. She knew her time was up, man. Then, right as that monster wave was cresting, she told him to look at that wave, and how beautiful it was, and pleaded with him to let her catch that one last wave. Of course he said no, so she pointed out to him that she was surrounded. There was nowhere for her to go. This beach, see, had cliffs on both sides. You know the one, right? Yeah. I still remember, because it made me laugh so hard. She said "What am I gonna do, I can't paddle to New Zealand!" And you know what? That Narc got a heart for like one second, undid the cuffs, and told her to Vaya Con Dios one last time as the FBI surrounded her.
So she paddled out, and this wave was so HUGE man, like I said even we wanted no part of it, it was a killer, brah, but what did she have to lose? I heard the Narcs say something about getting her when she came back in. But of course she didn't. Even over the roar of the wave that crashed over her when I saw her for the last time, I could hear her laughing.
That was the last any of us saw of her. But like, years later, I got a letter, and it was written in her handwriting. It read simply:
"Update: I'm still laughing."
Guess she paddled to New Zealand after all.
Anyway, I tell you this story because she always rode so hard, grabbed life by both hands, man, and it inspired us then and still inspires me now. She did this thing, man, where she'd stay up all night reading Tide Charts, man. All night. Like I said, once she got into it, she really got into it. Least I can do now is try and do what she'd do, maybe the next generation will keep it going. I reviewed the whole thread, man, looking for vote patterns.
NIGHT 1: Brother Trask wiped out by Narcs.
Narc Blossom: Grammatron (1)
me: Grammatron (2)
Narc denies Bodhiness
Mudd: Grammatron (3)
1 armed Cat: Fuckles (1)
Grammatron: Fuckles (2)
Big Cat: Separator (1)
Grammatron retracts Fuckles (1) and switches to Lucky (1)
Palmer: Separator (2)
Capital: Separator (3)
Lucky says he didn't get a role PM, fuckles tells him to check again
Separator: Lucky (2)
Fuckles: Grammatron (4)
Bluemoon: Grammatron (5)
Grammatron says Lucky is the only one acting like a narc.
Grammatron Day 1 kill.
NIGHT 2: Bluemoon killed by Narcs.
Lucky posts some furry surfer art
Palmer recaps the previous vote.
Separator: Lucky (1)
Mudd: Lucky (2)
Lucky tries to vote for EVERYONE
VHB (me) votes for VHB (me) (1), randomly rolled
Palmer: Separator (1)
Catullus: Lucky (3)
Lucky clarifies for Separator (2)
Big Cat: Separator (3)
Capital: Separator (4)
Separator Day 2 Kill
NIGHT 3: Catullus Killed by Narcs
Lucky: Narc Blossom (1)
Narc Blossom: Palmer Eldritch (1)
Lucky admits(?) FBI via images.
Big Cat: Fox (1)
Palmer: Lucky (1)
Lucky switches from Narc Blossom (0) to Palmer Eldritch (2)
VHB: Lucky (2)
Lucky claims Bluemoon was Bodhi and shared info with him before she went (claims Trask: good, Lucky: good)
Lucky switches from Palmer (1) to Fox (2)
Narc Blossom switches from Palmer (0) to Lucky (3)
Capital: Lucky (4)
Mudd: Lucky (5)
Lucky dies Day 3
Fox disappears Day 3 and is revealed a Surfer
Night 4: Big Cat killed by Narcs
here we are, bros.