Stynky Tudor

What a bunch of weirdos. You D&D people have some serious issues. I mean I’ve never heard of such a thing – grownup adults playing pretend . . . Oh wait . . . never mind.

Happy Beerthday Eric!

Actually this topic and its responses are throwing me a bit of a curve. . . Everybody keep talking - this is cool.

Friday I'm going to TLAPD in Studio City and then Ojai on Saturday - over night and part of Sunday. . . so no complaints while I'm gone.

Needless to say the Pub was having some problems. And after a bit of negotiating, an exchange of small arms gunfire, an equitable agreement and a pinky swear, Bloody Buckets has handed the Pub over to me. I know things are ugly, but I’m still working on the technical side of things. The Pub is now running on the latest version message board and database softwares. And everything has been moved and is being hosted by totally different servers. Soon I’ll be done tinkering around on the back-end and we’ll get to work on that coat of paint and extra lanterns. But for now I just want to get everything working and throw up some place holder graphics to make sure that everything works the way it’s suppose to.

When I recovered the downed Pub - I found more than one piece of malicious ware living in the old message board system directories. Thanks for the pat on the back, but this kind of stuff is always a possibility and everyone should keep their anti-virus & firewall software up to date. This new message board software should close most the security holes due to the board and the new server I moved everything to should help close up the rest. That being said - nothing is bullet proof - so take care of yourselves. - Stynky

Me too, see everybody there

I stumbled into the Pub by way of Michael & Jarmaica's No Quarter Given Magazine. The videogame company I were working for had themselves a subscription and I leached what information I could from its pages. There were few to none reputable or reliable periodicals at the time, No Quarter Given being the only one I knew of. Once the No Quarter Given Pyracy Pub got started, I lurked about the shadows for a long time. At some point being compelled to sign articles, I was soon causing trouble and giving people a hard time. Though for the life of me I can't imagine why, Ford - Mister Angus McVox, the original owner, asked me to help out and moderate a couple forums. I also worked the board - tried ta help people feel welcome and keep discussion threads alive. Soon me duties growed into administrative and I was coordinating with Jarmaica as Ford - Angus McVox began to make himself scarce. It weren't long before I had all sorts a folks up in arms and threatening ta send out fireships. Ah, those be the days. . . Then out of the deep blue, the No Quarter Given banner disappeared and Angus announces that he be selling the Pub off to the highest bidder. Caught off guard and strapped for cash, I weren't able to buy her meself. I initially tried to guilt him into giving the Pub to Jarmaica and me out right, on account of the Pub's popularity being tied to the, No Quarter Given Magazine name, the only Pirate Magazine being published at the time. Plus all the work and hours I had put in administrating, managing, fixing layout code and display bugs. But Angus be looking for cold hard coin. So at Pirates in Paradise - November and December of 2003, Jarmaica and me pooled what monies we could gather and I made an offer. Needless ta say we was out bid by the Gentlemen from South Carolina - Mister Bloody Buckets. Angus did offer me a percentage of the sale and asked that I continue working for the Pub - obviously not wanting to jeopardize the sale. Though it would have been nice to realize a percentage for me efforts, I didn't and neither did No Quarter Given I'd wager. But I wasn't working at the Pub for money anyway, I was just a pirate obsessed idiot that spent way too much time on the computer. It twere all disenchanting for me somehow and chronic illness was taking it's toll. After the sale was finalized, I did my best to help make the next few months a smooth transition for Bloody. I also hired multiple moderators for each forum, it use to be a few of us did everything - way too much work. Once everything seemed to be running smoothly, I gave Bloody me notice and backed off of Pub life. Only to visit occasionally, to say hi to friends, check on raids, get supportive notes from me sweet heart Iron Bess and go back to lurking in the shadows.

Damn, this thing is sweet! Nice work. . . . I'm a sucker for panoramics.

Just wanted to say that this logo with the feet, awesome!

Y'know Stynky - I remember seeing you around several times, but I don't think we . . . actually met. . . You know Bilge, I saw you several times and recognized your face but couldn't place who you were or where I knew you from. And stupid me, I didn't think I would see you without the fancy hat that you're wearing in the picture on your site. I was just too busy running around and having fun. - awesome coat by the way!

Patrick Hand with an itchy trigger finger. Mister Stoodley watching the trial of Anne Bonny & Mary Read.

Holy Shit Bilge, I didn't realize that you were on the Pub - and I must have walked by you I don't know how many times at PIP. Considering all the chatting I've done at you during your radio show, I was really looking forward to having a drink with you. Damn! Why, you did, Stynky! Right before you guys abandoned me in the pub and left that obscene phone call. Don't you remember? I remember saying to you that I heard he was going to be there, someone at the table said that he showed up early and was wondering about. I remember asking for someone to point him out to me. . . Did I actually meet him? . . . I mean I sort of remember drinking rum earlier that night, then raiding the bar keg with the crew of the Wolf and drinking a lot of beer while everyone else was eating. . . I know you, Stoodley and me emptied several bottles of mead together after that. Then Saucy showed up with more I think. . . When did I meet him? Hey Bilge, did I actually meet you?

The Callahans Kick Ass The Callahans have done an AMAZING job, the pictures are just incredible - really, really wonderful. Thank you so much, you guys are great.

And to help clarify, confuse and help fill in a couple of those not sure blanks, middle row, left to right: Starting at Mad Mary, we have Fayma Callahan, then me pointing me pistol, then William Red Wake in his gold waistcoat at the end.

Holy Shit Bilge, I didn't realize that you were on the Pub - and I must have walked by you I don't know how many times at PIP. Considering all the chatting I've done at you during your radio show, I was really looking forward to having a drink with you. Damn!

Ahoy there Jadded Jetty & Capt. Cutter, - Whoever be responsible for the taking of said photos. Great pictures In fact you actually have a couple that proves I stepped foots in the fort and that it weren't just me imagination. I'm pilfering some of these - not even going ta ask ya. Cheers mateys.

The Reverend in a rare moment of silent prayer. The Reverend preaching about the sins of the flesh to Hurricane. The Reverend giving Hurricane the Hell Fire & Brimstone he deserves.

Hurricane: Hey Stynky, don't let anyone take a picture of you naked.

Here, here, a return to Key West, I second the motion!

Now what time zone of day is that, East Coast, Central, Mountain or West Coast?

Aboard the Wolf, while firing upon the Fort Before I realized that my frizzen spring was too stiff, I kept shattering flints and misfiring. Stynky: Fire in the hole! - click Cascabel: Or not. sparse laughter from those on board Stynky: Fire in the hole! - click Braze: Or not. laughter grows with attention on me Stynky: Fire in the hole! - click Tourists & Pirates together: Or not. more join in laughing Stynky: Fire in the hole! - click, BOOM the crowd cheers excitedly Captain Marci: Finally! - rolls her eyes the ship erupts into loud humiliating laughter

Aboard the Wolf, while firing upon the Fort While figuring out the right measure of powder to use in me pistol. BBQ-Patty: So why do they call you Stynky, is it because your gun sounds like a fart?