that archwk's hell fc has me absolutely flabbergasted. how can you just get the 2nd best achievement and clip dump it, like i dont know how drunken 2 playable is on the ranking scale in terms of best fcs ever, but to me its gotta be above archwks hell and probably that makes it better than megalodon. atleast in my eyes, (most people still probably say frif is better, which makes sense but i really cant tell at this point) if you get this fc you would be the best player
CHAPTER 14. Nantucket. Nothing more happened on the passage worthy the mentioning; so, after a fine run, we safely arrived in Nantucket. Nantucket! Take out your map and look at it. See what a real corner of the world it occupies; how it stands there, away off shore, more lonely than the Eddystone lighthouse. Look at it-a mere hillock, and elbow of sand; all beach, without a background. There is more sand there than you would use in twenty years as a substitute for blotting paper. Some gamesome wights will tell you that they have to plant weeds there, they don’t grow naturally; that they import Canada thistles; that they have to send beyond seas for a spile to stop a leak in an oil cask; that pieces of wood in Nantucket are carried about like bits of the true cross in Rome; that people there plant toadstools before their houses, to get under the shade in summer time; that one blade of grass makes an oasis, three blades in a day’s walk a prairie; that they wear quicksand shoes, something like Laplander snow-shoes; that they are so shut up, belted about, every way inclosed, surrounded, and made an utter island of by the ocean, that to their very chairs and tables small clams will sometimes be found adhering, as to the backs of sea turtles. But these extravaganzas only show that Nantucket is no Illinois. Look now at the wondrous traditional story of how this island was settled by the red-men. Thus goes the legend. In olden times an eagle swooped down upon the New England coast, and carried off an infant Indian in his talons. With loud lament the parents saw their child borne out of sight over the wide waters. They resolved to follow in the same direction. Setting out in their canoes, after a perilous passage they discovered the island, and there they found an empty ivory casket,-the poor little Indian’s skeleton. What wonder, then, that these Nantucketers, born on a beach, should take to the sea for a livelihood! They first caught crabs and quohogs in the sand; grown bolder, they waded out with nets for mackerel; more experienced, they pushed off in boats and captured cod; and at last, launching a navy of great ships on the sea, explored this watery world; put an incessant belt of circumnavigations round it; peeped in at Behring’s Straits; and in all seasons and all oceans declared everlasting war with the mightiest animated mass that has survived the flood; most monstrous and most mountainous! That Himmalehan, salt-sea Mastodon, clothed with such portentousness of unconscious power, that his very panics are more to be dreaded than his most fearless and malicious assaults! And thus have these naked Nantucketers, these sea hermits, issuing from their ant-hill in the sea, overrun and conquered the watery world like so many Alexanders; parcelling out among them the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian oceans, as the three pirate powers did Poland. Let America add Mexico to Texas, and pile Cuba upon Canada; let the English overswarm all India, and hang out their blazing banner from the sun; two thirds of this terraqueous globe are the Nantucketer’s. For the sea is his; he owns it, as Emperors own empires; other seamen having but a right of way through it. Merchant ships are but extension bridges; armed ones but floating forts; even pirates and privateers, though following the sea as highwaymen the road, they but plunder other ships, other fragments of the land like themselves, without seeking to draw their living from the bottomless deep itself. The Nantucketer, he alone resides and riots on the sea; he alone, in Bible language, goes down to it in ships; to and fro ploughing it as his own special plantation. There is his home; there lies his business, which a Noah’s flood would not interrupt, though it overwhelmed all the millions in China. He lives on the sea, as prairie cocks in the prairie; he hides among the waves, he climbs them as chamois hunters climb the Alps. For years he knows not the land; so that when he comes to it at last, it smells like another world, more strangely than the moon would to an Earthsman. With the landless gull, that at sunset folds her wings and is rocked to sleep between billows; so at nightfall, the Nantucketer, out of sight of land, furls his sails, and lays him to his rest, while under his very pillow rush herds of walruses and whales.
@@yttrium5677 no no, every transition imaginable is possible to hit in this game, trust me element number 39, I might have just a *tad* bit of knowledge on that skillset in this game :)
ur honestly the only player I watch these days. its honestly funny how much better you are compared to like everyone else. anyways good shit and why would u refc arch hell
you make drunken 2 look fun but i know it absolutely isn't
def one of the goats of this game no question
its both the most and least amount of fun ive had playing this game lol
Thonk single handedly turning Drunken 2 (Playable) into Drunken 2 (FCable)
thanks for dropping one of the best montages ever under the guise of a clip dump
absolute unit
this guy is so good that even with the monitor off he can keep the fc
watching your improvement is just unreal
that archwk's hell fc has me absolutely flabbergasted. how can you just get the 2nd best achievement and clip dump it, like i dont know how drunken 2 playable is on the ranking scale in terms of best fcs ever, but to me its gotta be above archwks hell and probably that makes it better than megalodon. atleast in my eyes, (most people still probably say frif is better, which makes sense but i really cant tell at this point) if you get this fc you would be the best player
Drunken 2 playable would be in another league compared to megalodon and would be substantially harder than even constellation.
no slack to thonk (and others by extent) but i cannot see them or anyone else fcing drunken 2 playable in the near future
CHAPTER 14. Nantucket.
Nothing more happened on the passage worthy the mentioning; so, after a fine run, we safely arrived in Nantucket.
Nantucket! Take out your map and look at it. See what a real corner of the world it occupies; how it stands there, away off shore, more lonely than the Eddystone lighthouse. Look at it-a mere hillock, and elbow of sand; all beach, without a background. There is more sand there than you would use in twenty years as a substitute for blotting paper. Some gamesome wights will tell you that they have to plant weeds there, they don’t grow naturally; that they import Canada thistles; that they have to send beyond seas for a spile to stop a leak in an oil cask; that pieces of wood in Nantucket are carried about like bits of the true cross in Rome; that people there plant toadstools before their houses, to get under the shade in summer time; that one blade of grass makes an oasis, three blades in a day’s walk a prairie; that they wear quicksand shoes, something like Laplander snow-shoes; that they are so shut up, belted about, every way inclosed, surrounded, and made an utter island of by the ocean, that to their very chairs and tables small clams will sometimes be found adhering, as to the backs of sea turtles. But these extravaganzas only show that Nantucket is no Illinois.
Look now at the wondrous traditional story of how this island was settled by the red-men. Thus goes the legend. In olden times an eagle swooped down upon the New England coast, and carried off an infant Indian in his talons. With loud lament the parents saw their child borne out of sight over the wide waters. They resolved to follow in the same direction. Setting out in their canoes, after a perilous passage they discovered the island, and there they found an empty ivory casket,-the poor little Indian’s skeleton.
What wonder, then, that these Nantucketers, born on a beach, should take to the sea for a livelihood! They first caught crabs and quohogs in the sand; grown bolder, they waded out with nets for mackerel; more experienced, they pushed off in boats and captured cod; and at last, launching a navy of great ships on the sea, explored this watery world; put an incessant belt of circumnavigations round it; peeped in at Behring’s Straits; and in all seasons and all oceans declared everlasting war with the mightiest animated mass that has survived the flood; most monstrous and most mountainous! That Himmalehan, salt-sea Mastodon, clothed with such portentousness of unconscious power, that his very panics are more to be dreaded than his most fearless and malicious assaults!
And thus have these naked Nantucketers, these sea hermits, issuing from their ant-hill in the sea, overrun and conquered the watery world like so many Alexanders; parcelling out among them the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian oceans, as the three pirate powers did Poland. Let America add Mexico to Texas, and pile Cuba upon Canada; let the English overswarm all India, and hang out their blazing banner from the sun; two thirds of this terraqueous globe are the Nantucketer’s. For the sea is his; he owns it, as Emperors own empires; other seamen having but a right of way through it. Merchant ships are but extension bridges; armed ones but floating forts; even pirates and privateers, though following the sea as highwaymen the road, they but plunder other ships, other fragments of the land like themselves, without seeking to draw their living from the bottomless deep itself. The Nantucketer, he alone resides and riots on the sea; he alone, in Bible language, goes down to it in ships; to and fro ploughing it as his own special plantation. There is his home; there lies his business, which a Noah’s flood would not interrupt, though it overwhelmed all the millions in China. He lives on the sea, as prairie cocks in the prairie; he hides among the waves, he climbs them as chamois hunters climb the Alps. For years he knows not the land; so that when he comes to it at last, it smells like another world, more strangely than the moon would to an Earthsman. With the landless gull, that at sunset folds her wings and is rocked to sleep between billows; so at nightfall, the Nantucketer, out of sight of land, furls his sails, and lays him to his rest, while under his very pillow rush herds of walruses and whales.
Here for my weekly rewatch of d2p wr
same here bud 👍
FC UP TO GINSTER'S AND FULL SOBER IN A RUN MINUS THE ENDING OF D ARE YOU OK???
Bro has the infinite stamina cheat enabled :OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Unbelievable shit lmao, how close do you think the Drunken 2 FC is?
def still a bit before a drunken 2 playable fc is gonna happen
@@CantThonk Yeah, I thought so, I'm sure an insane factor would be nerves correct?
@@Relentless966 even with a -30 some of those sections are impossible to transition.
@@yttrium5677 no no, every transition imaginable is possible to hit in this game, trust me element number 39, I might have just a *tad* bit of knowledge on that skillset in this game :)
thonken 2 real real real
yay upload!!
the skill gap between thonk and everyone else has increased again
Canadian buff too strong
I forgot how cursed my solo is brah
pls fc mmk2
I have no fucking words at this point
Arch hell refc and alex jones 115 in a fucking clip dump this is unreal
new thonk upload real
edit: what the fuck
thonk is the type of player to fc half drunker 2 and put it in a clip dump
hi viewer you're probably here for 3:43 lol
but also watch 2:19
hey man isit possible you can show how to do chorded 1/1? would love to know how it gets hit
arcane hardest section
Damn an ArchWk's Hell reFC in a clip dump? Well then lol
Hemoglobin
So archwks is the new s6 i guess huh
you're unreal
Thonk is the only player who can turn archwk's hell fcs into montage material
ornej but even better
Top 1 Clone Hero Player
Crazy clips my man
what's the best x part tech fc you got of drunken 2 playable atm?
wtf????? no words
rip condemned c audio reaction, real ones know
ur honestly the only player I watch these days. its honestly funny how much better you are compared to like everyone else. anyways good shit and why would u refc arch hell
FC UP TO GINSTR??????
all you have to do is
simply
thonk. you gotta calm down. you're too good and you're making us all just wanna quit the game lmao
lxr 200 isnt record anymore btw
shut up
YALENT
oh haha silly me i refcd archwks hell for a little meme haha wtf is wrong with you
witnjh awt m
Lmfao