*** 2009 SUBSIM Werewolf Hunt - Story and Game thread ***

Onkel Neal · 02-13-09, 07:14 PM

Standing Their Ground

Feb. Friday the 13th, 1945 16:00

By now the village population has been devasted. Only a ragged brave few survived. Determined to strike back at the evil, Penelope and Mookie locked arms, their defiant gaze full upon the senior German military man. His wild claims had alarmed them, but whether he was a werewolf, or a man, he remained a German, and that was good enough for the people of Vanvikan at this point. Their lives were at stake with this vote, and they knew it.

Kapt. Jimbuna and the survivors of U-13 stood in readiness. The shocking lack of Wehrmacht troops had pressed them into service as a firing squad. A duty they would normally disdain, they now relished. Much like the villagers, the U-bootmenn were ready to lash out wildly, anything to buy them some time.

Wachoffizier Weiß Pinguin escorted Hauptmann Hitman to the school grounds. Hitman was very calm, almost pre-eternally so. As Pinguin began to bind him to the post, Hitman surged away, wrenching the Wachoffizier’s arms and sending him crashing to the ground.

“No!” shouted Penelope.

Kapt. Jimbuna, Oberon, and Mookie leaped on Hitman, struggling to keep him down. Penelope seized the Hitman’s right arm forcefully and Nisgeis lent his weight to the pile. At last, they dragged the condemned man to the post and lashed him tight. Hitman’s muscles bulged through his thin cotton short, veins as thick as cords.

“Mein gott,” exclaimed a breathless Oberon. “He’s an animal.”

The U-bootmenn straggled back to their station and quickly righted their rifles.

“This is pathetic! I am your master. Release me!” snarled Hitman. “You will feel the curse, your blood will stain the soil. I will greet you in Hell alongside my Father!”

“Fire, verdammt! Fire and fire again!” The rifles ripped the evening sky. Spittle flew from Hitman’s twisted lips as the bullets slammed home. For a moment that none would forget his eyes glowed an evil, appalling amber, then Oberon leveled the ancient pistol that had once belonged to NealT and fired a single, silver bullet into the breast of the beast.

All was still.

NIGHT begins

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Oberon · 02-13-09, 07:24 PM

*Oberon breathes heavily.*

"Mein Gott...we did it...we actually did it! We got one!"

*For the first time in a very long time, Oberon actually smiles with relief.*

"Well, if that doesn't call for a celebration I do not know what does...but, it still doesn't change the fact that tonight we will still have a wolf on the loose. But...if the original theory is three wolves, then we only have to face one."

*He smiles to himself, perhaps he won't have to go through with his mad scheme after all.*

Jimbuna · 02-13-09, 07:34 PM

Jimbuna looked at the scene before him and couldn't help thinking 'Thank God, my instincts haven't deserted me. The one remaining is either one of two.....but which one?'

Oberon · 02-13-09, 07:46 PM

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Originally Posted by jimbuna

Jimbuna looked at the scene before him and couldn't help thinking 'Thank God, my instincts haven't deserted me. The one remaining is either one of two.....but which one?'

*Something hits Oberon suddenly, he looks across the fjord at the wreck of SandyCaesers boat, he smacks his hand on his head in anger.*

"Kaleu Jim, this is vitally important. Have any of your crew suffered any injuries lately? Any cuts or bruises, any burns?"

Jimbuna · 02-13-09, 08:04 PM

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Originally Posted by Oberon

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Originally Posted by jimbuna

Jimbuna looked at the scene before him and couldn't help thinking 'Thank God, my instincts haven't deserted me. The one remaining is either one of two.....but which one?'

*Something hits Oberon suddenly, he looks across the fjord at the wreck of SandyCaesers boat, he smacks his hand on his head in anger.*

"Kaleu Jim, this is vitally important. Have any of your crew suffered any injuries lately? Any cuts or bruises, any burns?"

"I will assemble the men this instant and check"

<but not before I get some RL kip>

Oberon · 02-13-09, 08:19 PM

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Originally Posted by jimbuna

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Originally Posted by Oberon

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Originally Posted by jimbuna

Jimbuna looked at the scene before him and couldn't help thinking 'Thank God, my instincts haven't deserted me. The one remaining is either one of two.....but which one?'

*Something hits Oberon suddenly, he looks across the fjord at the wreck of SandyCaesers boat, he smacks his hand on his head in anger.*

"Kaleu Jim, this is vitally important. Have any of your crew suffered any injuries lately? Any cuts or bruises, any burns?"

"I will assemble the men this instant and check"

<but not before I get some RL kip>

"With your permission, sir, I'd like to come with you!"

((Same here, back tomorrow GMT))

A Very Super Market · 02-13-09, 09:50 PM

And so, the private was the only one left. Oberon had sensibly resigned from service, all others were dead, and standing alone in a hostile, soon-to-be German-free village, was an absolutely terrified young man. 2 werewolves were dead, but the last... was it a hellhound? There was no protection against them, as JCwolf and UnderseaLcpl proved, as well as Chad. It was now a matter of holding their ground, but the one among them could still kill everyone.

The hauptmann had shattered all his reasonings. Alone, he could trust no one, but the postman. All others were subject to an intense amount of paranoia. Slowly, from murder scene to murder scene, the private would slowly travel. As Oberon had no more reason to stay there, the fortified tower was commandeered, and all who entered it'd field of vision would receive a generous helping of blinding light.

The private himself was a mess as well. The nasty bruise from the hellhound, the dark ovals that dominated his face, the unwashed uniform, muddy and creased from constantly falling down... The reinforcements might as well assume he died from starvation, and not the werewolf. The watch tower had changed immensely. The hardest worker in the garrison had managed to transform it into a bunker on stilts. The guns, usually covered in rust and completely unworkable, had been polished and lubed to the point of shining. Or they were simply replaced, now that there weren't enough soldiers to possibly use an MG42.

And he would watch the town from that bunker. Spying, you could say. There weren't that many people left. It would rain every so often, and there would often be puddles of blood popping up every few steps, provoking many interesting reactions from whoever was left. NealT's remains were still rotting outside the bunks. A large area around the U-boot was covered in SandyCaesar. The watch tower itself still held the remains of Raptor1. But the private didn't care. He couldn't waste his energy caring.

There was a kidney by the watch tower. It didn't look like the others, so it must have been Task Force's. How did it get there?...

Oberon was following Jimbuna into the wreckage of the Fjordwolf. Should have stuck in groups of three. Or alone. Two is a bad number in these times....

There were smoke plumes coming from Trondheim. Another bombing raid? Hopefully, one will go off course and destroy this place.

I wonder if all nazis are werewolves? It sure would make sense...

Onkel Neal · 02-13-09, 09:50 PM

Here is the list of players and their public identities as of 2/13 8:00 PM

Kamp Letzte Jagd personnel
Chad -Oberst (Colonel) [DEAD]
Hitman - Hauptmann (Captain) [LYNCHED]
UnderseaLcpl - Oberfeldwebel (Sergeant Major) [DEAD]
Oberon - Gefreiter (Corporal)
stabiz - Gefreiter (Corporal) [DEAD]
A Very Super Market - Gemeiner (Private)
Letum - Gemeiner (Private) [LYNCHED]
Laufen zum Ziel - Gemeiner (Private) [DEAD]
JCWolf - Gemeiner (Private) [DEAD]

U-BOAT 13
Jimbuna - Kapitänleutnant
Raptor1 - Chief Engineer [DEAD]
Nisgeis - Leutnant zur See
Fincuan - Oberfähnrich zur See [DEAD]
Weiß Pinguin - Wachoffizier
Gorduz - Funker [LYNCHED]
Task Force - Seaman [DEAD]
Firewall - Seaman
Aramike - Seaman

Village of Vanvikan
Contact - Mayor [LYNCHED]
mookiemookie - Postman, acting mayor
Nokia - Innskeeper [DEAD]
Penelope_Grey - Barmaid, new owner of Mercy's Inn
XabbaRus - Sailor [SUICIDE]
SandyCaesar - Fisherman [DEAD]
NealT - Fisherman [DEAD]
lesrae - Shepperd [DEAD]
Gus - constable [DEAD]

02-13-09, 07:34 PM	#3
Jimbuna Chief of the Boat Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: 250 metres below the surface Posts: 190,964 Downloads: 63 Uploads: 13	Jimbuna looked at the scene before him and couldn't help thinking 'Thank God, my instincts haven't deserted me. The one remaining is either one of two.....but which one?' __________________ Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something. Oh my God, not again!!

02-13-09, 09:50 PM	#7
A Very Super Market The Old Man Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: Deep in the Wild Canadian suburbs. Posts: 1,468 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	And so, the private was the only one left. Oberon had sensibly resigned from service, all others were dead, and standing alone in a hostile, soon-to-be German-free village, was an absolutely terrified young man. 2 werewolves were dead, but the last... was it a hellhound? There was no protection against them, as JCwolf and UnderseaLcpl proved, as well as Chad. It was now a matter of holding their ground, but the one among them could still kill everyone. The hauptmann had shattered all his reasonings. Alone, he could trust no one, but the postman. All others were subject to an intense amount of paranoia. Slowly, from murder scene to murder scene, the private would slowly travel. As Oberon had no more reason to stay there, the fortified tower was commandeered, and all who entered it'd field of vision would receive a generous helping of blinding light. The private himself was a mess as well. The nasty bruise from the hellhound, the dark ovals that dominated his face, the unwashed uniform, muddy and creased from constantly falling down... The reinforcements might as well assume he died from starvation, and not the werewolf. The watch tower had changed immensely. The hardest worker in the garrison had managed to transform it into a bunker on stilts. The guns, usually covered in rust and completely unworkable, had been polished and lubed to the point of shining. Or they were simply replaced, now that there weren't enough soldiers to possibly use an MG42. And he would watch the town from that bunker. Spying, you could say. There weren't that many people left. It would rain every so often, and there would often be puddles of blood popping up every few steps, provoking many interesting reactions from whoever was left. NealT's remains were still rotting outside the bunks. A large area around the U-boot was covered in SandyCaesar. The watch tower itself still held the remains of Raptor1. But the private didn't care. He couldn't waste his energy caring. There was a kidney by the watch tower. It didn't look like the others, so it must have been Task Force's. How did it get there?... Oberon was following Jimbuna into the wreckage of the Fjordwolf. Should have stuck in groups of three. Or alone. Two is a bad number in these times.... There were smoke plumes coming from Trondheim. Another bombing raid? Hopefully, one will go off course and destroy this place. I wonder if all nazis are werewolves? It sure would make sense... __________________ The entire German garrison of Vanviken, right here in your thread!

02-13-09, 09:50 PM	#8
Onkel Neal Born to Run Silent Join Date: Jan 1997 Location: Cougar Trap, Texas Posts: 21,385 Downloads: 541 Uploads: 224	Here is the list of players and their public identities as of 2/13 8:00 PM Kamp Letzte Jagd personnel Chad -Oberst (Colonel) [DEAD] Hitman - Hauptmann (Captain) [LYNCHED] UnderseaLcpl - Oberfeldwebel (Sergeant Major) [DEAD] Oberon - Gefreiter (Corporal) stabiz - Gefreiter (Corporal) [DEAD] A Very Super Market - Gemeiner (Private) Letum - Gemeiner (Private) [LYNCHED] Laufen zum Ziel - Gemeiner (Private) [DEAD] JCWolf - Gemeiner (Private) [DEAD] U-BOAT 13 Jimbuna - Kapitänleutnant Raptor1 - Chief Engineer [DEAD] Nisgeis - Leutnant zur See Fincuan - Oberfähnrich zur See [DEAD] Weiß Pinguin - Wachoffizier Gorduz - Funker [LYNCHED] Task Force - Seaman [DEAD] Firewall - Seaman Aramike - Seaman Village of Vanvikan Contact - Mayor [LYNCHED] mookiemookie - Postman, acting mayor Nokia - Innskeeper [DEAD] Penelope_Grey - Barmaid, new owner of Mercy's Inn XabbaRus - Sailor [SUICIDE] SandyCaesar - Fisherman [DEAD] NealT - Fisherman [DEAD] lesrae - Shepperd [DEAD] Gus - constable [DEAD] __________________ SUBSIM - 26 Years on the Web

02-13-09, 07:14 PM	#1
Onkel Neal Born to Run Silent Join Date: Jan 1997 Location: Cougar Trap, Texas Posts: 21,385 Downloads: 541 Uploads: 224	Standing Their Ground Feb. Friday the 13th, 1945 16:00 By now the village population has been devasted. Only a ragged brave few survived. Determined to strike back at the evil, Penelope and Mookie locked arms, their defiant gaze full upon the senior German military man. His wild claims had alarmed them, but whether he was a werewolf, or a man, he remained a German, and that was good enough for the people of Vanvikan at this point. Their lives were at stake with this vote, and they knew it. Kapt. Jimbuna and the survivors of U-13 stood in readiness. The shocking lack of Wehrmacht troops had pressed them into service as a firing squad. A duty they would normally disdain, they now relished. Much like the villagers, the U-bootmenn were ready to lash out wildly, anything to buy them some time. Wachoffizier Weiß Pinguin escorted Hauptmann Hitman to the school grounds. Hitman was very calm, almost pre-eternally so. As Pinguin began to bind him to the post, Hitman surged away, wrenching the Wachoffizier’s arms and sending him crashing to the ground. “No!” shouted Penelope. Kapt. Jimbuna, Oberon, and Mookie leaped on Hitman, struggling to keep him down. Penelope seized the Hitman’s right arm forcefully and Nisgeis lent his weight to the pile. At last, they dragged the condemned man to the post and lashed him tight. Hitman’s muscles bulged through his thin cotton short, veins as thick as cords. “Mein gott,” exclaimed a breathless Oberon. “He’s an animal.” The U-bootmenn straggled back to their station and quickly righted their rifles. “This is pathetic! I am your master. Release me!” snarled Hitman. “You will feel the curse, your blood will stain the soil. I will greet you in Hell alongside my Father!” “Fire, verdammt! Fire and fire again!” The rifles ripped the evening sky. Spittle flew from Hitman’s twisted lips as the bullets slammed home. For a moment that none would forget his eyes glowed an evil, appalling amber, then Oberon leveled the ancient pistol that had once belonged to NealT and fired a single, silver bullet into the breast of the beast. All was still. NIGHT begins .

02-13-09, 07:24 PM	#2
Oberon Lucky Jack Join Date: Jul 2002 Posts: 25,976 Downloads: 61 Uploads: 20	Oberon breathes heavily. "Mein Gott...we did it...we actually did it! We got one!" For the first time in a very long time, Oberon actually smiles with relief. "Well, if that doesn't call for a celebration I do not know what does...but, it still doesn't change the fact that tonight we will still have a wolf on the loose. But...if the original theory is three wolves, then we only have to face one." He smiles to himself, perhaps he won't have to go through with his mad scheme after all.