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I'm still interested in speaking with anyone who would be willing to protect me.
Day 1
As to be expected, the election for Captain was a loud and boisterous affair. On the day after the great raid on the Treasure Fleet, spirits were generally high. There were promises of great loot and glory from those who sought the position, which (probably inevitably) degenerated into blatant deals being made and bounties being put out. Ah, what the presence of gold and the promise of more can do to a person...
It became established very early on that the two main candidates for the Captaincy were TinCow and Zaccino. TinCow jumped out to an early lead, taking the stance of being an openly corrupt captain, which he figured would be very profitable on a ship filled with pirates who eschewed normal forms of law and order. He was already deep in negotiations about how much he was to be paid for the positions of First Mate and Quartermaster and Zaccino made a late charge for the position.
Zaccino made far fewer promises, instead noting the fact that as the official ship's recruiter, he had already brought a lot of the souls aboard who had, so far, seen riches aplenty. This in particular seemed to work with the crew that he had personally brought on board, and soon he and TinCow were in a dead heat. Perhaps annoyed by TinCow's open corruption, most of the votes to third parties, realizing that their candidates would not win, went to Zaccino, ultimately winning him the election.
At sunset, Zaccino, victorious, addressed his crew. "All right, gents," he began, "I thank ye for puttin' yer faith in me during these times. Hopefully my Captaincy will be quite the boring affair as my plan is to get ye all back to Nassau as soon as we can so we can spend all our loot as irresponsibly as we can!" There was a general cheer to this. This seemed to be the end of the speech, as Zaccino turned and seemed to be ready to retire to what was now his cabin. However, someone then called out.
"Cap'n, sir, who be the new officers for the ship?"
"Ah, right." Zaccino turned. "I be namin' Choxorn as me First Mate and BSmith as Quartermaster. I'm confident they'll do their duties to the ship. Be that it?"
There seemed to be no further business, as silence followed this. Choxorn and BSmith, Zaccino's first two supporters during the voting, smiled as they too moved to retire into the Captain's quarters. "Right then," Zaccino said, "everyone not on night duty, back below decks and get some shut-eye! We be havin' a long day ahead of us!" Everyone on crew obeyed, and thus the first day aboard the Presence after the raid drew to a close.
Day 1 tally:
Zaccino: 12 (Zaccino, BSmith, Choxorn, Diana Abnoba, NinjaCow64, JoanK, Double A, autolycus, Montmorency, Visorslash, a completely inoffensive name, El Barto)
TinCow: 11 (issaikhaan, TinCow, Arjos, Askthepizzaguy, Chaotix, johnhughthom, Ishmael, Xenoneb, edse, Memnon, Ironside)
Andres: 2 (Andres, Makrell)
Kaiser Friedrich III: 1 (Kaiser Friedrich III)
Didn't vote: 9 (Buddhafish, DaveShack, God Emperor, Jolt, Kagemusha, Lyra, Thermal, Tiaexz, topsecret)
It is now Night 1. Please send in your orders. Night 1 will conclude on Saturday, September 29th, at Noon US Eastern Time.
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Souls aboard: (35)
a completely inoffensive name
Andres
Arjos
Askthepizzaguy
autolycus
BSmith
Buddhafish
Chaotix
Choxorn
DaveShack
Diana Abnoba
Double A
edse
El Barto
God Emperor
Ironside
Ishmael
issaikhaan
JoanK
johnhughthom
Jolt
Kagemusha
Kaiser Friedrich III
Lyra
Makrell
Memnon
Montmorency
NinjaCow64
Thermal
Tiaexz
TinCow
topsecret
Visorslash
Xenoneb
Zaccino
As a note, Sept. 29 is not a Wednesday. It is a Saturday.
Er... yes. That's obviously what I meant from the beginning.
Wish I had some of those mod powers back right now...
Well, looks like I'm a bit late here, mateys. RL kept me away, and I was unawares that ye game had started.
No worries, you only missed one day of (non-lethal) voting, and this night's somewhat extended to allow everyone to get their bearings. :yes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Buddhafish
Yarrr.
It was a good fight. To our Captain:
LONG LIVE CAPTAIN ZACKBEARD!!!
Seconded, arrr.Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Now, Captain Zack, could I please have some, arr, gold 'n rum? Golderrrn rum wald bea gid ad well, yarrrr!
I'm not organizing jack or being the leader of anything.
That said, I'm a handy person. You want help, just ask, Ye who wish to earn their keep.
Of course ye're not; Zackbeard is our leader. Pass me that bottle o'rum, ye old seadog.Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Congratulations to Zaccino :)
I was a bit away but I am here now (in case people wish to pm and talk etc etc. (plan murder))
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He's being very subtle, this one.
Subtle like a fox. A very snakey fox.
Sorry for the inactivity guys. Haven't showed up in the forums for a while and I had forgotten about this game. Had to finish Mass Effect 2. :>
I'm here, I was busy moving but now everything has stopped moving and is still. I may need un-moving sickness pills that cure stillness headaches.
I see a missed some important things already, though.
~Lyra
I represent a group of Guardians and we offer protection for 10 gold.
Currently, there's only 3 of us, so we can only protect one player at a time. Just send a pm to GeneralHankerchief with a copy for myself in which you declare that you pay me 10 gold for your protection. I'll distribute the gold among my associates. First come first served and there will be no questions asked.
To avoid any disputes, I willgladlysomberly take the remainder gold piece every night. Isn't it wonderful to have me watching your back? I'm so philanthropotastic.
I hereby declare my absence until sunday evening european time. Do not lynch me while I'm away like you did last time.
vote: edse
Yes I would I will PM you (hey a girl's yarr I mean a pirates gotta make a living right)Quote:
Originally Posted by El Barto
I work for gold, so if anyone needs my services please PM me. I will protect, or murder doesn't matter as long as I get paid. That is the pirates way now isn't it.
If you haven't found partners to do stuff with by now, time is short.
Effectively performing group actions requires planning ahead and sending in orders early. History shows that if you haven't gotten everyone on board and given a plan of action within 12 hours of the end of night, you won't be actually doing anything that night, so you might as well guard your gold or sleep.
Not everyone is at the same place at the same time, so pad your deadlines by at least 12 hours to account for sleeping crewmen.
Meanwhile I am still not hired to do anything. Guess I'll be doing [blank] by myself.
Pizzaguy, Diana + me + you, it's a threesome.
Night 1 has ended, no more orders will be accepted.
Here we go... :juggle2:
Night 1
As the moon rose over the Atlantic, so too did a sailor rise from below decks on the Presence, his cutlass out.
He quickly identified his target: TinCow, sitting alone on the edge of the ship, staring out at the sea. Excellent. He would make a perfect first victim. The attacker crept up to him, trying to be as silent as he could, but when you were walking on wood on a moving ship there was only so much you could do to muffle the noise. Eventually, TinCow turned, alerted, and the element of surprise was gone.
The attacker, realizing this, ran straight for TC now, trying to use his momentum to just push him overboard, but TinCow slid his hat on the ground, causing the man to trip before he got close. He was quickly back up on his feet before TC could take advantage of this, and the sword fight was on. "En garde!" TinCow yelled, causing a brief break in the action as his attacker looked at him quizzically.
"Sorry," he said, "Old habits." At the fight resumed.
It was a fairly even affair. The attacker was constantly forcing TinCow to backpedal, but TC never lost his footing and had plenty of room to work with on the relatively open ship. They fought at a relative stalemate for about 10 minutes when the clatter finally drew some attention from below decks: three more sailors, all with their cutlasses drawn, ran upstairs and charged straight for TinCow's attacker.
This fight was very brief, as the attacker soon realized that the only one liable to die in this action would be himself. Sensing defeat, the attacker climbed the ship's rigging, getting TinCow's defenders to follow. With a little bit of a lead, he took a rope hanging free and swung all the way back down to the deck, smoothly dismounting right at the stairs that led below deck. By the time TC's protectors caught up, his attacker would simply be one of the many anonymous sailors sleeping that night.
Zaccino was woken slightly after dawn by some loud banging on the door to his quarters. He had ordered his officers to send whoever it was away, but this had proven to be ineffective as there were simply too many people knocking on the door. Reluctantly, Zaccino emerged from his cabin and addressed the crowd. "All right, mateys, what be the problem?"
A multitude of voices greeted him at once. "Cap'n, some of me gold's missin'!"
"Mine too! There be thieves aboard!"
"They tried to murder me!" That was TinCow.
"What should we do?"
"Everybody quiet!!!" Zaccino yelled, and the cacophany died down. "It be clear to me by yer stories that there be some thievery aboard, and worse. I can't be havin' this. Now, I know we be pirates who have rejected the shackle of the mother countries in favor of freedom, but aboard this ship we still need discipline. We can't have everyone tearin' each other to bits, not with crimes punishable by death on our way home after a big treasure haul. Therefore, I be institutin' the same criminal proceedings that happened after Charleston three years ago. Every day, for as long there is crime at night, we shall vote for one person who we think is responsible to walk the plank. This may be seemin' harsh, but it worked once before, and in truth it be the only way."
Everybody was silent after this, pondering on the meaning of what the Captain had just said.
"Come on, lads, the sooner we finish with this task, the sooner we can set our minds back to the drinkin' and whorin' awaitin' us once we get back to Nassau!"
That roused a cheer from the crew, and the voting was on.
OOC: It is now Day 2. Voting will last until Sunday, September 30th, at 23:00 US Eastern Time.
Feedback PMs incoming, please alert me if you think there are any errors.
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Attacked: TinCow (n1)
Souls aboard: 35
a completely inoffensive name
Andres
Arjos
Askthepizzaguy
autolycus
BSmith
Buddhafish
Chaotix
Choxorn
DaveShack
Diana Abnoba
Double A
edse
El Barto
God Emperor
Ironside
Ishmael
issaikhaan
JoanK
johnhughthom
Jolt
Kagemusha
Kaiser Friedrich III
Lyra
Makrell
Memnon
Montmorency
NinjaCow64
Thermal
Tiaexz
TinCow
topsecret
Visorslash
Xenoneb
Zaccino
All feedback PMs are sent. Let me know if you didn't get one or if you have any other issues. :yes:
Zack, did you try to kill off your competitor? :laugh4:
It would be advisable for you to replace your officers tonight... :brood:
TinCow would be at the bottom of the ocean if I had attempted such a thing. I had no knowledge of any attack on TinCow.Quote:
Originally Posted by Montmorency
Although I do note you're still alive, seemingly without incident.
Tincow was the one who was paying for the hit - on the condition of his Captaincy.
I be appreciatin' the gold piece ye tipped me, aye.
Montmorency, why were you so disparaging of a protection offer last night? And why did you ask us to protect TinCow with such certainty of an attack coming to him? Why did you refuse to pay for protection after offering it in-thread? vote:Montmorency