2011 SUBSIM Werewolf Game Thread

[Onkel Neal]

Behind Bunkhouse A, Captain Raptor and SL Mookie addressed Jimbuna. "Be careful mate. See what you can see but don't put a foot down wrong, we don't want Jerry to get his mitts on you."
"Yes sir."
Raptor leaned forward, his taunt face rough with stubble in the moonlight. "And Jimbuna. If you find Nisgeis, put this between his ribs, aye?" Mookie handed a sharp wedge of wood, a hand-carved stilleto, to the sailor. A smile spread slowly across Jimbuna's face.
"With pleasure, sir."

Night begins

[The Enigma]

Sir, I'm off to fulfill my guard duty.
If you need me I'm patroling at the east and north tower.

*Enigma leaves Hauptmann alone at the tunnel*

-eins - zwei - eins - zwei -

*While marching to his patrol sector, The Enigma wishes his love a good night sleep*

Hildegard, ich wünsche dich eine gute Nacht

-eins - zwei - eins - zwei -

[Rear]

Hauptmann Rear hands out MP40s to those waiting to be assigned weapons from the armoury. Then, instead of patrolling the inner ward, he locks himself inside.

"Ha, if any 'beasts' attack me tonight I will make sure I go out with a bang!"

Rear surrounds himself with ammo crates, shells, mines and handgranate. He then pulls a box of matches from his pocket and goes to sleep with one eye open.

[Jimbuna]

Originally Posted by Neal Stevens

Behind Bunkhouse A, Captain Raptor and SL Mookie addressed Jimbuna. "Be careful mate. See what you can see but don't put a foot down wrong, we don't want Jerry to get his mitts on you."
"Yes sir."
Raptor leaned forward, his taunt face rough with stubble in the moonlight. "And Jimbuna. If you find Nisgeis, put this between his ribs, aye?" Mookie handed a sharp wedge of wood, a hand-carved stilleto, to the sailor. A smile spread slowly across Jimbuna's face.
"With pleasure, sir."

Night begins

*Thanks....I was starting to get confusede in all of the thread soup LOL*

Jimbuna set off toward the north turret looking for a breach or anything that would aid him in getting into the castle.

He looked up into the cloudy sky and could see the bright moon poking its light intermittently downwards between the passing clouds.

Jimbuna grinned at himself thinking this was just like his younger days when he would act like this during game playing with his friends, games such as 'hide and seek' or 'japs and commandos'....but this time it was not for fun and entertainment, this time it was serious, a matter of life and death even.

Moving from shadow to shadow in a crawl/crouched position and regularly stopping to listen for any sounds he would gaze into the night in every direction looking for any sign of movement but first he needed to find a way in.

After what seemed an eternity but what was probably just ten minutes or so he came across some crumbling stonework at the base of the north turret. He very carefully moved a few of the bricks until there was just enough space for him to squeeze through.

Once inside he saw a door which was open, he crouched as low as he could and using the shadows to his advantage moved to the door. Looking beyond it he could see the courtyard and about ten yards further on a single storey building which had to be the kitchen he thought because of the washing line next to it full of tea towels drying in the cold moonlit night.

He grinned to himself as he thought 'not much chance of them being dry by the morning in these weather conditions'.

Keeping to the shadows he moved across the courtyard to the kitchen window and from the light of the open fires embers he peered through the window looking for any signs of life.

He could see the stove/cooker, an array of pots and pans hanging from an overhead timber, a large preparation bench and a large wooden table and bench seating but no signs of any life.

He crept round to the door and tried the handle, the door was unlocked so he entered, closing the door behind himself.

A careful study of the interior uncovered a cooling cupboard where a large number of carcasses were hanging 'If I wasn't thinking straight some of them could easily be mistaken for human torsos' he thought to himself.

Another cupboard was well stocked with vegetables and tins of food with German labels so he had no way of knowing what the wording meant 'The German language was never one of my strong points but these Jerries certainly eat well' he thought.

On the far side of the preparation bench was a drawer, he opened it and his eyes lit up when he saw the selection of knives and utensils it contained.

'Some of this kit may well come in handy' he thought as he picked up a carving knife and a meat cleaver, carefully putting them inside his tunic.

In the corner of the kitchen on a shelf he noticed a bottle of wine and three bottles of schnapps, he picked up one of the schnapps bottles and put that in his tunic as well 'Jerry won't miss one bottle and my need is greater' he grinned to himself.

He suddenly froze when he heard a noise outside, he peered out of the window and could just make out the shape of what looked like a very tall human at the far end of the courtyard......then a howling noise filled the still night air and jimbuna automatically felt for his talisman and the knife and cleaver as a way of reassuring himself he was well equipped to protect himself from whatever was emitting that terrible sound....but jimbuna hadn't convinced himself at all, he murmured to himself 'frack this for a game of soldiers, it's time I reported back to my shipmates'.

With that one goal in his mind he started the trip back to the compound with the same stealth that had brought him into the castle.

[Tarrasque]

*Stirs and and walks outside. The moon seems very bright tonight. He begins to pace the compund.*

"Just can't sleep. Damn it!"

*Just then there is an eerie howl coming from the direction of the castle. He quickly turns and stares towards it. Craning his eyes to see into the stygian darkness. Nothing. He shivers and heads back to the bunkhouse.*

"May not be any safer in here, but at least everything here is human."

[Lord Justice]

* stirs from having drifted asleep earlier, hearing comings and goings from the bunkhouse door stands up and sees the chief * " Hows things chief, what's the sit rep on tonight, were you briefed? who was out? I want to know the plans, GOOD GOD did you hear that?? I am curious Chief, why were you outside?? I do not like this 1 bit, the situation report if you please!! "

[Tarrasque]

"No I haven't been briefed. I was outside to get some fresh air, not that I need to justify myself to you PO. "

[Lord Justice]

Originally Posted by Tarrasque

"No I haven't been briefed. I was outside to get some fresh air, not that I need to justify myself to you PO. "

You Damn well will. * L J puts his face to within an inch of the Chief, with an angry stare * " You can shove your rank!! " * Leaves the bunkhouse, enters compound, the darkness of night.* " Justify, justify indeed. Tomorrow night I am making a break for it regardless" * squints his eyes, and listens to the night intently. * " **** this, I am going back to bed " * Returns to bunk and closes eyes. *

[Pioneer]

:::The sound of raised voices raises him for what little sleep he has had. What sounded like British accents is now suddenly quiet. He rises and goes outside, the night still hands but the air is crisp, but death still hangs in it like the smell on the battlefield. He hunches his jacket tighter up over his shoulders and plunges his hands into his pockets as he moves around the bunkhouse. His eyes start to focus on the job at hand - survival.:::

"There are no guards still," he mutters to himself. None visable on the castle wall, none visible around the compound. With no guards about there is work to be done in the quiet of the last vestibules of night.

He hurries to the far side of the bunkhouse where the hole int he fence was. Within minutes he has unravel the shoddy workmanship of the wire and salvaged a three foot piece of wire, the perfect length to strangle a guard. Behind him off the old bunkhouse, he spots a plank. The old wooden structure has been here a while - whether by design as the original residency when the castle was being built or perhaps other more sinister reasons, but it is old, and cracked. One plank and two board are warped. Using the wire he is able to lever the plank out far enough to get his fingers behind it. He looks around.

"This is going to make some noise," he thinks to himself.

Crack.

The plank comes off in a four foot section leaving four nails in the end piece. Before anyone knows, he is back in the bunkhouse and has secreted the section of wood under the mattress of a vacant bunk.