by kiks » Sun Jun 03, 2012 11:54 am
Its an old sailors curse when fishing for more energy. Story goes this captain named paul did a terrible job promised the world to the ports he would frequent, and had the pulse racing of everyone with the stories he told, a thirst for a fish with a lot of area under the fin to feed the villagers.
One day as he gloated about the size of his past catches, he was reeling in what felt like a big one. But little did paul the fisher know at the time whilst his pulse was racing; he in fact had been hooked himself in the mystical sea beast called Moroso. Moroso as he came to surface after a long fight and many a thrown tool around the deck floor appeared tiny; hardly astonishing the seasoned old vets on the boat. Moroso, this wise little fish who has lived for a long time went on to show how it's little tiny body, only a few digits wide indeed would prove paul the fisher to be a captain who sometimes heralded his own stories of triumph as more beluga than bass. Little moroso spread his words of wisdom, spat out the hook, and jumped back in the 'tuna' sea.
And thus, the story of the pulse plague began as Moroso spread word of captain Paul and his little rod.