Chapter 1:
Raging Fury of PoseidonChamp Nastie hung up a phone. "My God," he said, lighting his cigarette and smoking it coolly. He stared out the window at the storm, which was coming. He'd just been on the phone with the President of the United States of America.
"Who was that, baby?" murmured Veronica through full lips of lipstick, pulling the sheets over her supple soft heaving breasts.
"It was the President of the United States of America. They need me to fly to Norfolk to join the Navy, ASAP-Pronto." He loaded his modified Colt 1911 with his signature toxic explosive jacketed hollow-point .45 caliber ammunition and fired it once into the ceiling, sighing with exasperation.
"Weren't you just deployed with the Marines a week ago?" asked Veronica. She touched his arm, sliding her slender fingers across where Gorbachev had slashed Nastie deeply with the dagger of Rasputin, so many years ago.
"Yeah," he said. "But only because the Air Force couldn't handle their business on their own without me." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, then sat and put on his pants, one leg at a time like the rest of us.
"When will you be back?" she sobbed. She couldn't stand to sleep alone without him, without her champion beside her in the bed, his heavy breaths causing the mattress to shake and his graying chest hair curling into the night air.
"Soon. I promise," he said, though in the back of his brain (where a 5.56mm round was still deeply embedded) he could never be sure. His confidence assured her, though, as she curled back up and closed her eyes, praying that he would be correct when he said the thing he said.
Within minutes he was in his personal Hughes AH-6 Enhanced Little Bird helicopter on his way to Virginia. "God damned werepires," he spat as he gritted his teeth. He fired his Colt 1911 in frustration and flew on toward the future, and all of the danger that he had ahead of him.
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Notice: I've added a new innocent role to the list at
http://goo.gl/ug3Jp.Echo Bro: Each night, the Echo Bro determines whether or not the day’s shot landed near the ship. He’ll receive no report if the shot hit the ship or landed more than 3 squares away; otherwise, he’ll receive a report that it landed somewhere within 3 squares (but not exactly how close).
Night ZeroThere are 15 players on the high seas:
Beat Bandit
Bongo Bill
Caithness
Classic
Defenestration
Friday
gahitsu
Geo T. Hermal
jsnlxndrlv
Kayma
LaserBeing
NexAdruin
Nickasummers
THE MAD KING
Zaratustra
The night phase will end when the Wolfpires determine their starting location along the left edge of the board. No other roles may use their powers tonight.
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