after visiting the bar, I go and take a rest in my bunk. (good night all, heading to bed.):up: :zzz:
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Gemeiner Super Market wets his pants when Task Force enters the enlisted bunk!
"You *******!" (Task Force is already asleep) |
If the locals where fish a good German fisherman would throw them back, right Oberst?
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I am glad I was on guard duty last night and armed. As I was debating
getting an early morning drink I overheard the fisherman bitching about being locked out. I thought to myself, strange that we just had a brutal murder and he doesn't want details. Or does he already know the details? And how? |
*Calls for UnderseaLcpl*
Have that report on my desk by morning Sargent.. *Takes a drink* I better call it a night, I have some paperwork that needs filling out. |
Wachoffizier Pinguin slowly wakes up and feels his headache quite clearly.
"Gott, that's the last time I down several bottles in a row. Anybody know the time?" |
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Thinking - I will probably have guard again tonight. Since that incident last night I am a little concerned about Lectum. He did not appear to be too alert last night. Almost like he had something on his mind. They said the murder was very brutal, almost like an animal attack. I did hear some howling. I wonder if they have wolfs here? I will have to remain vigilent on guard duty. |
By this time in the bar, the fisherman is slightly inebriated: not a good sign considering the three-quarters-full stein of beer in front of him.
To NealT: "You're right about the fish...I don't like this. I wash talking to UnderseaLcpl earlier, at the murder shcene. I've never seen wounds like that, all...ripped, bloodily ripped." He turns to the nearest man with Kriegsmarine insignia. "U-13, right? When'd you guys tie up? 'Cuz I hope you have a good investigator with you, Gus was our only cop. A good guy. Always liked a drink." The fisherman takes another sip. Yeah, Gus was a nice guy. Used to help me unload the stuff I brought in, all customs-free and no-duty, haha. Who said there weren't advantages to fishing in the open sea? You get to meet all kinds of interesting people, Swedes, Finns, and smugglers. Lots of 'em are, and quite a profitable bishness it is. Gus usta cover for me...if a new policeman takes his place, how am I going to keep up my job? ... GOD, DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD? HOLY ****, I DID!" That last outburst managed to draw a few dirty glances. |
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motherland. I am from the tiny lakeside village of Pouch in Mühlbeck. I had a good Catholic wife before the war; just what my parents wanted. Catholic indeed! She was practically a nun! So dull, so up tight. Not at all like these blond Norwegian girls. *smiles at the barmaid again*. My wife, she forbid me to drink, she forbid me to even look at other women, let alone talk to them. She was a curse! For 15 years until 1943 I was under her rule. Then Boom! The Americans come in their fat skycars and bomb the house. What do you think my wifes last words to me on her death bed are? She says to me that no catholic woman can't enter heaven if her husband is unfaithful after his wifes death. She made me promise that as long as I was in Germany and had a grave to visit her at I would never look at another woman. What could I do? I mean...the rest of my life!? Here's what I did! I had her cremated, scatted the ashes without a gravestone, found my flat feet had magically fixed them selves and joined the wehrmacht to head out of Germany. So here I am, free of all my ties and where does the Fuhrer send me to make the most of being single for the first time in years? A village full of crazy fishermen to guard a fuel depo that hasn't seen a drop of oil since Autum 1944. But hey, who am I to complain. At least it's quiet here and I can sit out the war in peace. |
"I objectsh to the 'crayshy fisherman' part!" *hic*
Considering that he had yet to drain his first stein of beer, this was a very bad sign. "You wantsh crayshy? Go down shoush, down the *hic* fjord! They'sh sheeding Trondheim with sho many minesh, a fish carnt fartsh underwater but he get blown shky-high..and now the ice ish getting worsh, no boat can get out wizthout going...going...what wash that big ship? Four funnelsh, went down, not a shub...shub...shubmarine did it, hit ishe. Go either..." *wild hand gesture* "...or you hit mine. We're shtuck here, mate!" He took another slurp. |
Gemeiner Super Market was getting increasingly paranoid in the enlisted bunks. Task Force was snoring loudly, and it was getting increasingly hard to focus.
Am I on guard duty? Dammit, I don't even remember! He quickly grabs a rifle from the rack, and runs outside. The watch tower is on the outskirts of the woods, and Laufen is still up there. He has me covered right? *Crack* What was that? It came from the woods! This is Letum's rifle... isn't he on guard duty? Letum!!! Is that you? He walks into the woods slowly, trying to peer through the fog. There are strange sounds coming from the depths. Suddenly, he falls face-first into the dirt, tripping on a log. Agh! Good god, this gun isn't even loaded! *Whimper* AAAAAAAAAAH! The private ran directly through the base, possibly waking up half the residents, and nearly rams the inn door down. Excuse me, I need to use the washroom... |
*Wakes up in the bar...again, looks at what time it is and starts strolling back to the submarine, hoping he doesn't run into anyone or anything*
... *Suddenly remembering that Herr Kaleun wanted the boat sea-worthy as soon as possible, he changes direction and knocks on the door to the machine shop* Anybody here? *Finding the place empty, returns to the submarine* |
Feb. 8, 1945 19:45
It has proven to be a very trying day for the little village of Vanvikan. With Constable Gus dead, who will question the villagers, the Kamp workers, and the visiting men from U-13? No one seems to be taking charge and the evidence lays unnoticed, witnesses unquestioned, and alibis unchecked. Mercy’s Inn does record business, and poor Penelope’s feet are sore. The children are not allowed outside and the women have ceased speaking to the Germans. It hasn’t been a picnic for Oberst Chad and his men. They have scoured the nearby woods and laid out extra concertina wire around perimeter. Everyone expects extra guard duty tonight, and as a result, there are scant resources to continue work on the torpedoes and other duties. But where is the guard assignment list from Oberst Chad? Why doesn’t the U-boat Kapitan post some of his men as guards? The Kamp workers eye the U-13 warily. All was good in their base until the U-bootsmenn showed up. Kapitänleutnant Jimbuna and his elite crew came to Kamp Letzte Jagd under orders, but they expected to rest, not patrol a backwater village and hunt for a maniac. If only the base workers would get their torpedoes aboard and the repairs done, they could get away from this shadowy harbor. Jimbuna cast a weary eye in the western horizon. Two weeks ago he eagerly searched the sea for prizes, fat merchants that he and his crew sent to the bottom. Now all he beheld was a reluctant setting sun…. NIGHT BEGINS http://www.subsim.com/werewolf/Lycanthropy_thumb.jpg HUMANS, you are either asleep, drunk, on guard duty, or in some cases, all three. All SEERS, PM me with the name of one player you wish to focus your crystal ball on. All GUARDIANS, PM me with the name of one player you wish to protect with your mighty Luger. ALL WEREWOLVES/HELLHOUNDS, PM me with the name of one player you wish to attack. Day will commence in ~8-12 hours or whenever all Seers, Guardians, and Werewolves complete their missions. |
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