2011 SUBSIM Werewolf Game Thread
The Story
"I can't hold trim, Captain!" cried Petty Officer Lord Justice. Inside the cramped control room, the men of HMS Terrific fought to keep the T3 class submarine from sinking below crush depth. The war patrol off the coast of southern Finland had been rigorous, even for Royal Navy standards. But Lt. Commander Raptor the First had pushed his luck too far when he attacked an escorted German tanker on the surface and in daylight. Without warning, six Luftwaffe He111's pounded on the cocky commander and gave Terrific a bashing. Forty feet of the hull on the port side forward buckled in to a distance of 15 inches. There was considerable leakage into the torpedo tube space, where rivets had been displaced inwards on the port side. The forward part of the main pumping and flooding line was crushed. In short, the sub was mortally wounded and only the training and nerve of the men were keeping her from sinking as they made their way back toward home. But it was a losing battle and Chief Tarrasque advised Raptor1 that they had better face up to the situation and bring the boat to shore--any shore, before she lost all hope of positive buoyancy. As the sub clawed its way to the surface for the last time, the lookouts scrambled to their stations on the bridge. "Where do you reckon we are?" asked Task Force. "I dunno," replied Pioneer, "but I suppose with our compass smashed, and no way to radio for help, we could be anywhere in the Baltic. Except the bottom and that won't be true for long." The sub struggled on through the night. Minutes after Petty Officer Jimbuna announced that the bilge pump and both ballast tank pumps had failed again, Sub-lieutenant Mookie shouted, "Land! Eight points off the starboard bow. Fire off a flare!" They coaxed the battered boat through a thickening fog to shore. As the bow slowly crunched onto a sand bar, the men let out a collective breath. They were safe. They clambered down the makeshift gangway to the shore and observed their surroundings. "Damn sure is a creepy place to be marooned," said Bakkels, the sub's cook and a favorite of the men. "I'll say," replied Takeda, an American war correspondent assigned to bring back the Royal Navy derring-do to an American public eager for good news. "Why Uncle Sam couldn't assign me to the Wahoo, I'll never know. I could be on a Polynesian beach right now, instead of the darkest corner of Finland." "Just be happy you're on any beach at all--" said Sub-lieutenant Mookie, before freezing at the sound of a automatic weapon being cocked in the dark. |
“HALT!”
The men of HMS Terrific stopped in their tracks. Out of the darkness came a figure with astonishingly good posture. And a Sturmgewehr 44 sub-machine gun. “You are all prisoners of the Third Reich. No false moves, my comrades and I have you covered,” declared Gefreiter Tinman764. “Gemeiner Enigma, Oberon, Tyrant: check these men for weapons.” After a thorough search, the German soldiers marched the Brits up a winding path. As the tramped uphill, an ominous, dark mass begin to take shape. “Wha’s that then, a bloody castle?” said Seaman Vendor. A castle indeed. It was the forlorn refuge of a mad Templar knight’s dream: massive, staring arrogantly down from a formidable system of ramparts. As they neared, a small window in the massive wooden gates opened and a man with a torch peeked through. “Who goes there?” “It is I, and I have some prisoners,” answered Gefreiter Tinman. “Open the door, Gemeiner AVGWarhawk, and alert the Oberst on the double.” “Jawol!” The wicket swung open and creaking, rusty hinges. A man with the build of an Olympic athlete stepped through, followed by another German soldier. “Prisoners? Where in God’s name did they come from?” asked Oberfeldwebel Ducimus. “Submarine, sir,” replied Gemeiner Tyrant. “British submarine and a rather shabby one at that.” “Why you…!” Jimbuna rushed the German private and threw a deft right cross. “You damned English!” shouted Ducimus and he felled the sailor with the butt of his rifle. “Carry that man to the infirmary.” “Jawol, herr Oberfeldwebel,” replied Gefreiter August. He and Oberon lifted the sailor and disappeared around the corner. “Let’s go, and no more of that,” said Ducimus. “The Geneva Convention does not extend to this corner of the world, believe me. We could shoot you and no one would ever know.” As they marched to the Great Hall, seaman Pioneer whispered to Task Force, “what do you suppose he meant by ‘Gen-ee-ver Convention?” “No bloody idea, mate, he’s probably mental from being stuck in this hell-hole,” Task Force said. They walked through the castle unto they came upon a large structure, big enough to be a barn, but with thick walls and high windows. The door opened, a Faustian figure appeared. “Duce, send the Captain and his lieutenant in, and put the men in the stockade. Search them again, give them some water, and post two gaurds.” “Jawol, Hauptmann Rear.” Raptor and Mookie were led to an oak table. To the side was an impressive fireplace, blazing in the dark chamber. “Have a seat, comrades.” A man of authority motioned them to the table. “I am the Kommandant of this pestilent rock.” He stood, clicked his heels, and bowed gracefully. “Oberst HunterIXC, at your service.” Raptor and Mookie sat tensely. “I have some questions for you. Questions such as, ’how did you get here?’’ And ‘were you able to get off any radio messages before you arrived?’ Raptor stiffened and began to speak… “Ah, but I am sure I know what your answers will be. Let me assure you, I will get the answers.” He snapped his fingers and like a phantom a figure appeared from the dark. “This is Nisgeis, he is our SS liaison. He is, shall we say, a very curious man.” Hunter waved his hand. “But where are my manners, I am sure you have questions too, such as ‘where are we? And ‘why is a detachment of Germany’s finest taking abode in a castle’. I have your answers, and I can answer these questions, and other questions you never dared to ask.” |
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PMs sent with assignments.
Please refer to the rules as needed. Roster Castle Collinswood Oberst HunterIXC (Colonel) [DEAD, killed by werewolf] Hauptmann Rear (Captain) [DEAD, killed by firing squad] Oberfeldwebel Ducimus (Sergeant Major) [DEAD, killed by firing squad] Gefreiter Tinman764 (Corporal) [DEAD, killed by werewolf] Gefreiter August (Corporal) [DEAD, killed by werewolf] Schuetze The Enigma (Private) Schuetze Oberon (Private) [DEAD, killed by werewolf] Schuetze the_tyrant (Private) [DEAD, killed by werewolf] Schuetze AVGWarhawk (Private) [DEAD, killed by firing squad] SS Nisgeis [DEAD, killed by werewolf] HMS Terrific Captain Raptor1 [DEAD, killed by werewolf] Sub-lieutenant mookiemookie Chief Tarrasque [DEAD, killed by firing squad] Petty Officer jimbuna Petty Officer Lord Justice [DEAD, killed by firing squad] Sailor Task Force [DEAD, killed by werewolf] Sailor Pioneer [DEAD, killed by werewolf] Sailor Vendor [DEAD, killed by firing squad] American News Takeda Shingen Cook Bakkels [DEAD, killed by werewolf] Good luck! http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/n...f?t=1242085338 |
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Verposten X http://www.subsim.com/werewolf/2011/werewo6.jpg Inside the Great Hall http://www.subsim.com/werewolf/2011/werewo8.jpg Access to the Gate House http://www.subsim.com/werewolf/2011/werewo7.jpg Inside the Kitchen (them Germans eat good!) http://www.subsim.com/werewolf/2011/werewo5.jpg Stairs to the West Tower http://www.subsim.com/werewolf/2011/werewo1.jpg Interrogation chamber and dungeon. http://www.subsim.com/werewolf/2011/werewo3.jpg Minefield zones: to cross, you must declare which zone you will take. If you step on a mine, you are dead. Risk vs Reward. |
DAY BEGINS The morning light creeps into the castle. Oberst HunterIXC is chatting with Captain Raptor1 and Sub-lieutenant mookiemookie in the Great Hall. SS Nisgeis is sitting in a corner. Oberfeldwebel Ducimus Gefreiter Tinman764 Schuetze The Enigma are on guard duty. Schuetze Oberon Gefreiter August are in the infirmary, guarding Jimbuna, who is unconscious (but not in a coma) and in restraints. Schuetze the_tyrant is in the Dock Guard Tower Hauptmann Rear in North Tower Schuetze AVGWarhawk is on leave, gardening near the castle. In the POW Camp: Chief Tarrasque Petty Officer Lord Justice Sailor Task Force Sailor Pioneer Sailor Vendor American News Takeda Shingen Cook Bakkels DAY will last as described in the rules, but there will be NO LYNCH vote this day. Just discuss and get into character. Don't do anything crazy and break the game :88) If you're not sure, PM me. At 4am GMT / Midnight EST / 11pm CST NIGHT will begin, so all you werewolves, Seers, and Guardians, get ready to PM me your choices at that time. Game open! |
Tarrasque assigns himself a bunk in the bunkhouse then returns to the wall of the POW camp.
"Of all the places to be forced to land, we end up next to a castle full of Jerries.", he murmurs to himself. He sighs and starts mentally drawing up duty rosters for the camp. |
*adjusts his cap*
So, Oberst...Hunter, was it? By the way you and your subordinates were talking, it sounded an awfully lot as if my men are not going to be treated fairly in accordance with the laws of war... |
Bakkels looks out from the bunkhouse to the shore as a pale sun tries to peer through the fog. “Being held prisoner outside of a nazi infested castle in Finland. Not quite what I had in mind when I was called to arms. Still, it beats the bottom of the Baltic I guess.”
As he sees a rat the size of a small dog run across the bunkhouse, he thinks to himself: “Well at least the cooking will be done for us for a change. Although I doubt these jerries know how to make a decent sheperd’s pie…” |
*lits a pipe*
http://img197.imageshack.us/img197/5...phwaltz300.jpg ...Laws of War? hahaha that's a good one...you're a very funny man Raptor. You don't have to worry that much, just so you know that laws can change in a split second the soon there's mischief from you or any of your men. but tell me...*grins* who came up with that foolish idea to attack those escorted german tankers. |
That is unfortunate. I was hoping you Germans would be more civilized, but I guess one cannot expect too much...As for the tankers, I suppose that was not the most brilliant attack I have ever performed. I'm hardly alone when it comes to mistakes, though, whose bloody idea was it to put troops on this godforsaken island? I hear you're getting trashed pretty badly on the Eastern Front, surely you people would be more useful there...
Hold on one second... *turns to Mookie* Sub-Lieutenant, I want you to gather the crew in the POW camp, I need to speak to them. |
*overhears what Raptor1 said
*wonders what Raptor1 will say to the crew*:hmmm: looks toward the pow camp |
*double checks the safety catch of his rifle*
"Damn this fog and damn this English crew. They scared me half to death appearing out of nowhere like that, " he mumbles. "Spies, I'll bet. Herr Nisgeis will find out." |
This godforsaken place as you put it is of importance of the Reich and that's all you need to know my friend.
Gefreiter, escort the sub-lieutenant to the camp if you please. |
*raises eyebrow*
Of course it is. One more thing, we had to leave behind many of our personal items in the submarine. If you don't mind, I'd like to send some of my men down to retrieve them. |
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