Who's The Boss
Game #3234: A Pirate's Tale: The Beginning
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Conclusion
Mere minutes before...
"Quiet! Diego may have more men down here."
The cook mumbled a warning to the handful of soldiers who followed him from the armory, now fully armed and prepared to fight. The group froze in their tracks as they heard the sounds of people approaching, and readied their muskets. Moments later, they were startled as voices called out to them.
"Ahoy! Is that you, cook?" It was the voice of one of the two officers who had been in the galley not long before. The cook relaxed slightly.
"We're comin' through, sirs." The cook called back. "If yer not against us, then we better not see weapons drawn."
"Aye." Came the reply, this time the other officer. The cook and his group pressed on, and caught up with the two officers after rounding a corner. The two stood silently, in relaxed postures. One smirked at the cook before speaking.
"We had a feeling you were bringing reinforcements. We left the galley to scout on ahead."
"Smart." The cook remarked, eyeing the two with caution.
"The shipmaster has everyone on the upper deck. They've taken Carlos prisoner." The other added.
"Traitors." The cook mumbled as he gestured to the soldiers who followed him. They nodded, and continued marching as the officers joined them. One of them made his way through the group until he was directly in front of the cook. The cook began to sweat as the other took his position directly behind.
"Glad ye both figured out who to side with," The cook began, as his right hand began to creep toward his pistol. "Once we take care of the shipmaster, the ship will be ours."
"And what of the Capitan?"
The officer behind the cook responded as he drew his pistol, and fired at the cook who had begun to turn around. The shot was poorly aimed, and glanced off the cook's shoulder before striking one of the soldiers in the side. The soldier shouted in pain as the cook fired back. The officer fell to his knees as the cook's shot struck a leg.
"Drop your weapons!" The officer in front shouted, as he took aim at the cook, who was leaning against a bulkhead, a hand on his injured shoulder. The soldiers hesitated, some pointing their weapons at the officer.
"Drop them, now!" Some of the soldiers instinctively complied as the officer repeated his demand, and their muskets clattered to the deck. The cook stared at the officer.
"Shoot me, if you're not afraid." The cook taunted as the officer replied by drawing a second pistol.
"Make another move, if you're not afraid."
"Deal!" The cook charged at the officer. One shot fired and missed as the officer was bowled over. Some of the soldiers began to follow, and the second shot fired. The lead soldier fell back screaming, knocking a few of the others down with him.
"Not another move from the rest of you."
The soldiers froze, the new voice catching them off guard. The solider who had before guarded the galley turned a corner, and raised his musket. He glanced toward the nearest officer.
"Shall I hold them here, or pursue the cook?"
"You won't catch the cook in time." The officer grumbled as he stood. "It's up to Diego."
- - - - -
"What will you do with the First Mate?"
Diego sighed, glancing Carlos' way as he thought of how to respond to Horace's question.
"I will take him to the brig for now. As for his punishment, I hope it can wait until our arrival at Spain."
One of the officers who stood near Horace nodded in approval as Diego made his way to the First Mate.
"On your feet." Diego prompted as he approached, and Carlos grumbled angrily as he struggled to stand with his hands bound.
Soon, the two walked silently towards the hatchways to the lower deck. The hatch flew open and the cook shot out, ramming his body into the shipmaster. Diego fell backwards as the cook turned towards Carlos, striking his sword against the First Mate's chains. The deck erupted in commotion as some hurried to intervene. Some of the soldiers who had previously surrendered attempted to tackle others who came to Diego's aid. Horace raced ahead of the pack as the cook nearly completed his attempt to free Carlos, tackling the cook. Diego jumped to his feet as Carlos continued struggling with his bonds. Horace and the cook rolled across the deck a couple meters, and came to a stop with Horace pinned down, struggling to escape the cook's hold. The cook jabbed a knee into Horace's gut, leaving the irregular gasping for breath as he dove for his nearby sword.
"Die, rat!" The cook shouted as he prepared his strike, only to collapse from the impact of a sword guard on the back of his head. Diego turned back towards Carlos, only to be tackled by his enemy, whose hands were now freed. First Mate and Shipmaster tumbled about, until Diego managed to throw his attacker off, and drew back. Diego reached for his pistol, only to pale as he saw it inches away, in the First Mate's hand. Diego flinched.
The gunshot rang across the deck, which fell silent.
Diego opened his eyes slowly as Carlos collapsed to his knees. The shipmaster looked past Carlos in disbelief. Shaking hands held the pistol that actually fired, and Captain Salvador threw the pistol away as he ran towards Carlos.
"I'm so sorry..." Salvador could barely contain himself as he spoke.
Pain shot through Carlos' body as he struggled to breathe. His life began to flash before his eyes as he mumbled deliriously.
"Father..."
- - - - -
Months ago...
"Ye haven't touched yer food. Somethin' on yer mind, First Mate?"
"None of your business." Carlos sneered as he glanced up at the cook.
"Fine, don't talk to me." The cook folded his arms. "But as long as yer sittin' here and I can't finish cleaning up before I turn in, ye might as well eat."
"What does it matter to you, anyway?" Carlos stared at the cook.
"Nothing, really." The cook replied. "I've only been on this ship for little over a year, an' I can tell when someone is upset."
"Fine!" Carlos shouted. "If I talk to you, will you leave me alone?"
"Promise." The cook smiled as he took a seat.
"I... just had a fight with our dear Captain before I came down here."
"Yer father, eh." The cook remarked as Carlos stared at him in surprise.
"How'd you know? We never really dwelled on it in front of the others."
The cook sighed. "If the entire crew doesn't already know, then they're blind if they can't see how you two look alike."
Carlos sighed. "I suppose," he began. After a brief pause, he continued. "Sometimes, I think I hate my father."
The cook squinted as he stared at Carlos. "Maybe he deserves it."
"I know!" Carlos shouted back. "He's refused my promotions, and he treats those sea rats he's brought aboard like royalty."
"That can't sit well with his superiors, I imagine."
"You think he's a traitor?" Carlos shot back, his hand reaching for a weapon. The cook stood up, and backed a few steps away.
"Easy, lad. No need for weapons. But think about it."
Carlos slumped, and rubbed his forehead as an eye twitched. "Maybe you're right. But how could I possibly deal with him?"
"Slowly, and patiently." The cook smiled. "No one need suspect, and ye can make those sea rats of his take the blame."
Carlos trembled slightly. "How?"
"I know a thing or two, that's for sure." The cook replied. "I can help ye put Salvador under, but yer gonna need someone on th' inside to deal with the rats."
"Who?"
"I might have an idea." The cook replied.
- - - - -
The next day...
Carlos did his best not to show disgust at his guest's ill-mannered eating. The irregular paid no heed as he wolfed down his food.
"This is the best food I've had in weeks!" The irregular gurgled through a mouthful.
"Aye, and there's more where that came from, if you're in."
"Oh, I'm in." The irregular replied immediately, to the First Mate's slight surprise.
"You're going to betray your friends over food?"
"It's not like you'd let me out of here if I said no, but the food is good." The irregular winked. "But I also want gold, and safe passage somewhere neutral."
Carlos sighed. "That can be arranged, Gaius."
Gaius smiled as he shouted for the cook to deliver another serving. As the cook hurried over, Gaius looked Carlos in the eye.
"Why do ye wanna do this? Isn't the Cap'n yer father?"
Carlos winced. "Not anymore."
- - - - -
"I'm here, son." Salvador knelt down as he reached for Carlos, who had just fallen forward. The First Mate rolled onto his back, and batted Salvador's arms away.
"Don't touch me, old man!"
Tears streamed down Salvador's face as he watched Carlos fade away. Everyone watched silently as the Captain stood, and turned towards the cook, malice in his eyes. The crusty mutineer had just come to, and grunted as he opened his eyes. He gasped as he saw the tip of Salvador's sword, inches from his eyes.
"You... did this to my son!" Salvador fumed.
"Ye know who's to blame, old man."
Salvador screeched in fury as he raised his sword to strike.
"Stop, please!"
Salvador gave a start as he drew back in surprise, and others gasped as Percival ran towards the Captain. Salvador stared at the boy.
"Why should I spare this cur?" Salvador shouted at Percival, who paled in response. The boy shook as he searched for words.
"He's a monster, Captain sir," Percival began. "But, you're a good man, almost like a father to me. Please don't become a murderer."
Salvador sighed. "Boy, I already am. I lived the life my son dreamed about, and all it left me with was regret. One more isn't going to change that."
"But one more won't bring your son back, or any of the people he killed!" Percival shot back, with unexpected confidence. Gasps were heard as Salvador began to lower his sword.
"Perhaps you're right this time..." Salvador stopped as his surroundings began to blur, the lingering effects of the cook's sleeping draught beginning to take hold.
"Ha! Weak old fool!" The cook charged at the dazed Captain. Diego's pistol fired.
- - - - -
The next day...
"Come on in, Percival."
Percival shivered slightly as he entered Salvador's cabin. The now clean-shaven and smartly dressed Captain sat at a small table. The food on the table smelled delicious. Salvador chuckled as Percival slowly approached.
"Don't get lost on your way." Salvador remarked. "Besides, I have a feeling you've been here before."
Percival blushed as he took a seat. "I'm sorry about that."
"We all have a lot to be sorry about, but we also have to eat sometime." Salvador remarked as Percival took a bite. The Captain waited patiently for a few minutes as his guest ate. "I suppose you're wondering why I sent for you?"
Percival swallowed his last bite, then nodded. Salvador smiled.
"I want to thank you for stopping me yesterday. What I intended to do wasn't right, and you were brave to say something."
Percival sighed. "Thank you, Captain."
"Well, there's something else I want you to see, if you'll come with me." Salvador stood, and began to lead Percival towards the door. The Captain paused as he reached for something on a shelf.
"But, I suppose you should have this back. You dropped it on your last visit."
Percival gulped as Salvador handed him a sword. "But Captain..."
Salvador chuckled. "All of my officers carry a sword, even the honorary ones. Congratulations."
Percival stared at the weapon. "I can't even fight."
"You won't have to anytime soon." Salvador laughed. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you learn how."
"Why me?"
Salvador smiled. "Because it suits you. You may not know it yet, but someday you could be a Captain of your own ship. I hope you try."
- - - - -
Percival hardly recognized the upper decks as he followed the Captain. Sailor and irregular alike worked side by side, and the mood seemed peaceful, if still a bit sad. Soon, Percival found himself following the Captain through the corridors of the lower decks, coming to a stop at a heavy iron door. Percival was surprised at who guarded the door, dressed in uniform.
"Nice sword, Percy. Sam picked it well." Horace remarked as he unlocked the door, motioning to Salvador. "He's quiet now, and I've let him know he better stay that way." Salvador nodded as he called for Percival to follow.
Percival gulped as he entered the brig. A handful of Spanish crewmen in plain clothes occupied some of the cells Percival passed. He recognized a few of them as the taskmasters Carlos had appointed, and glanced away before they could make eye contact. All too soon, only bars stood between Percival and the cook, who sat alone on a tiny bench inside his cell. One of his legs and a shoulder were wrapped in bandages. The cook's tattered uniform had no sleeves, and a strange scorpion shaped tattoo was visible on his undamaged shoulder. The cook growled as he glanced at Percival. Percival shivered.
"Why am I here, Captain?"
"I want you to look at him." Salvador responded as Percival eyed the cook cautiously. "I want you to see that there's nothing to fear from him now. He will face justice, but there are others."
"Others?" Percival shuddered.
"I've seen that mark he bears before." Salvador replied. "At first, I didn't take it seriously. But there were many more." Salvador took a deep breath. "My time on the sea is coming to a close, but yours is just beginning. I want you to know what to be ready for."
Percival gulped. "You're not going to be the Captain anymore?"
"I'm retiring." Salvador replied. "This old ship was on its way back home to be decommissioned before you first boarded." Salvador turned to leave, gesturing for Percival to follow.
Percival's shoulder's sank as he followed. "But I have so much to learn."
"And I intend to teach you, if you are ready."
"I'm ready, Captain."
Salvador smiled. "Good. It's time for you to conquer the sea."
---This message was edited on 2018-02-09 19:40:57---
I will now resume lurking silently.
Mere minutes before...
"Quiet! Diego may have more men down here."
The cook mumbled a warning to the handful of soldiers who followed him from the armory, now fully armed and prepared to fight. The group froze in their tracks as they heard the sounds of people approaching, and readied their muskets. Moments later, they were startled as voices called out to them.
"Ahoy! Is that you, cook?" It was the voice of one of the two officers who had been in the galley not long before. The cook relaxed slightly.
"We're comin' through, sirs." The cook called back. "If yer not against us, then we better not see weapons drawn."
"Aye." Came the reply, this time the other officer. The cook and his group pressed on, and caught up with the two officers after rounding a corner. The two stood silently, in relaxed postures. One smirked at the cook before speaking.
"We had a feeling you were bringing reinforcements. We left the galley to scout on ahead."
"Smart." The cook remarked, eyeing the two with caution.
"The shipmaster has everyone on the upper deck. They've taken Carlos prisoner." The other added.
"Traitors." The cook mumbled as he gestured to the soldiers who followed him. They nodded, and continued marching as the officers joined them. One of them made his way through the group until he was directly in front of the cook. The cook began to sweat as the other took his position directly behind.
"Glad ye both figured out who to side with," The cook began, as his right hand began to creep toward his pistol. "Once we take care of the shipmaster, the ship will be ours."
"And what of the Capitan?"
The officer behind the cook responded as he drew his pistol, and fired at the cook who had begun to turn around. The shot was poorly aimed, and glanced off the cook's shoulder before striking one of the soldiers in the side. The soldier shouted in pain as the cook fired back. The officer fell to his knees as the cook's shot struck a leg.
"Drop your weapons!" The officer in front shouted, as he took aim at the cook, who was leaning against a bulkhead, a hand on his injured shoulder. The soldiers hesitated, some pointing their weapons at the officer.
"Drop them, now!" Some of the soldiers instinctively complied as the officer repeated his demand, and their muskets clattered to the deck. The cook stared at the officer.
"Shoot me, if you're not afraid." The cook taunted as the officer replied by drawing a second pistol.
"Make another move, if you're not afraid."
"Deal!" The cook charged at the officer. One shot fired and missed as the officer was bowled over. Some of the soldiers began to follow, and the second shot fired. The lead soldier fell back screaming, knocking a few of the others down with him.
"Not another move from the rest of you."
The soldiers froze, the new voice catching them off guard. The solider who had before guarded the galley turned a corner, and raised his musket. He glanced toward the nearest officer.
"Shall I hold them here, or pursue the cook?"
"You won't catch the cook in time." The officer grumbled as he stood. "It's up to Diego."
- - - - -
"What will you do with the First Mate?"
Diego sighed, glancing Carlos' way as he thought of how to respond to Horace's question.
"I will take him to the brig for now. As for his punishment, I hope it can wait until our arrival at Spain."
One of the officers who stood near Horace nodded in approval as Diego made his way to the First Mate.
"On your feet." Diego prompted as he approached, and Carlos grumbled angrily as he struggled to stand with his hands bound.
Soon, the two walked silently towards the hatchways to the lower deck. The hatch flew open and the cook shot out, ramming his body into the shipmaster. Diego fell backwards as the cook turned towards Carlos, striking his sword against the First Mate's chains. The deck erupted in commotion as some hurried to intervene. Some of the soldiers who had previously surrendered attempted to tackle others who came to Diego's aid. Horace raced ahead of the pack as the cook nearly completed his attempt to free Carlos, tackling the cook. Diego jumped to his feet as Carlos continued struggling with his bonds. Horace and the cook rolled across the deck a couple meters, and came to a stop with Horace pinned down, struggling to escape the cook's hold. The cook jabbed a knee into Horace's gut, leaving the irregular gasping for breath as he dove for his nearby sword.
"Die, rat!" The cook shouted as he prepared his strike, only to collapse from the impact of a sword guard on the back of his head. Diego turned back towards Carlos, only to be tackled by his enemy, whose hands were now freed. First Mate and Shipmaster tumbled about, until Diego managed to throw his attacker off, and drew back. Diego reached for his pistol, only to pale as he saw it inches away, in the First Mate's hand. Diego flinched.
The gunshot rang across the deck, which fell silent.
Diego opened his eyes slowly as Carlos collapsed to his knees. The shipmaster looked past Carlos in disbelief. Shaking hands held the pistol that actually fired, and Captain Salvador threw the pistol away as he ran towards Carlos.
"I'm so sorry..." Salvador could barely contain himself as he spoke.
Pain shot through Carlos' body as he struggled to breathe. His life began to flash before his eyes as he mumbled deliriously.
"Father..."
- - - - -
Months ago...
"Ye haven't touched yer food. Somethin' on yer mind, First Mate?"
"None of your business." Carlos sneered as he glanced up at the cook.
"Fine, don't talk to me." The cook folded his arms. "But as long as yer sittin' here and I can't finish cleaning up before I turn in, ye might as well eat."
"What does it matter to you, anyway?" Carlos stared at the cook.
"Nothing, really." The cook replied. "I've only been on this ship for little over a year, an' I can tell when someone is upset."
"Fine!" Carlos shouted. "If I talk to you, will you leave me alone?"
"Promise." The cook smiled as he took a seat.
"I... just had a fight with our dear Captain before I came down here."
"Yer father, eh." The cook remarked as Carlos stared at him in surprise.
"How'd you know? We never really dwelled on it in front of the others."
The cook sighed. "If the entire crew doesn't already know, then they're blind if they can't see how you two look alike."
Carlos sighed. "I suppose," he began. After a brief pause, he continued. "Sometimes, I think I hate my father."
The cook squinted as he stared at Carlos. "Maybe he deserves it."
"I know!" Carlos shouted back. "He's refused my promotions, and he treats those sea rats he's brought aboard like royalty."
"That can't sit well with his superiors, I imagine."
"You think he's a traitor?" Carlos shot back, his hand reaching for a weapon. The cook stood up, and backed a few steps away.
"Easy, lad. No need for weapons. But think about it."
Carlos slumped, and rubbed his forehead as an eye twitched. "Maybe you're right. But how could I possibly deal with him?"
"Slowly, and patiently." The cook smiled. "No one need suspect, and ye can make those sea rats of his take the blame."
Carlos trembled slightly. "How?"
"I know a thing or two, that's for sure." The cook replied. "I can help ye put Salvador under, but yer gonna need someone on th' inside to deal with the rats."
"Who?"
"I might have an idea." The cook replied.
- - - - -
The next day...
Carlos did his best not to show disgust at his guest's ill-mannered eating. The irregular paid no heed as he wolfed down his food.
"This is the best food I've had in weeks!" The irregular gurgled through a mouthful.
"Aye, and there's more where that came from, if you're in."
"Oh, I'm in." The irregular replied immediately, to the First Mate's slight surprise.
"You're going to betray your friends over food?"
"It's not like you'd let me out of here if I said no, but the food is good." The irregular winked. "But I also want gold, and safe passage somewhere neutral."
Carlos sighed. "That can be arranged, Gaius."
Gaius smiled as he shouted for the cook to deliver another serving. As the cook hurried over, Gaius looked Carlos in the eye.
"Why do ye wanna do this? Isn't the Cap'n yer father?"
Carlos winced. "Not anymore."
- - - - -
"I'm here, son." Salvador knelt down as he reached for Carlos, who had just fallen forward. The First Mate rolled onto his back, and batted Salvador's arms away.
"Don't touch me, old man!"
Tears streamed down Salvador's face as he watched Carlos fade away. Everyone watched silently as the Captain stood, and turned towards the cook, malice in his eyes. The crusty mutineer had just come to, and grunted as he opened his eyes. He gasped as he saw the tip of Salvador's sword, inches from his eyes.
"You... did this to my son!" Salvador fumed.
"Ye know who's to blame, old man."
Salvador screeched in fury as he raised his sword to strike.
"Stop, please!"
Salvador gave a start as he drew back in surprise, and others gasped as Percival ran towards the Captain. Salvador stared at the boy.
"Why should I spare this cur?" Salvador shouted at Percival, who paled in response. The boy shook as he searched for words.
"He's a monster, Captain sir," Percival began. "But, you're a good man, almost like a father to me. Please don't become a murderer."
Salvador sighed. "Boy, I already am. I lived the life my son dreamed about, and all it left me with was regret. One more isn't going to change that."
"But one more won't bring your son back, or any of the people he killed!" Percival shot back, with unexpected confidence. Gasps were heard as Salvador began to lower his sword.
"Perhaps you're right this time..." Salvador stopped as his surroundings began to blur, the lingering effects of the cook's sleeping draught beginning to take hold.
"Ha! Weak old fool!" The cook charged at the dazed Captain. Diego's pistol fired.
- - - - -
The next day...
"Come on in, Percival."
Percival shivered slightly as he entered Salvador's cabin. The now clean-shaven and smartly dressed Captain sat at a small table. The food on the table smelled delicious. Salvador chuckled as Percival slowly approached.
"Don't get lost on your way." Salvador remarked. "Besides, I have a feeling you've been here before."
Percival blushed as he took a seat. "I'm sorry about that."
"We all have a lot to be sorry about, but we also have to eat sometime." Salvador remarked as Percival took a bite. The Captain waited patiently for a few minutes as his guest ate. "I suppose you're wondering why I sent for you?"
Percival swallowed his last bite, then nodded. Salvador smiled.
"I want to thank you for stopping me yesterday. What I intended to do wasn't right, and you were brave to say something."
Percival sighed. "Thank you, Captain."
"Well, there's something else I want you to see, if you'll come with me." Salvador stood, and began to lead Percival towards the door. The Captain paused as he reached for something on a shelf.
"But, I suppose you should have this back. You dropped it on your last visit."
Percival gulped as Salvador handed him a sword. "But Captain..."
Salvador chuckled. "All of my officers carry a sword, even the honorary ones. Congratulations."
Percival stared at the weapon. "I can't even fight."
"You won't have to anytime soon." Salvador laughed. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you learn how."
"Why me?"
Salvador smiled. "Because it suits you. You may not know it yet, but someday you could be a Captain of your own ship. I hope you try."
- - - - -
Percival hardly recognized the upper decks as he followed the Captain. Sailor and irregular alike worked side by side, and the mood seemed peaceful, if still a bit sad. Soon, Percival found himself following the Captain through the corridors of the lower decks, coming to a stop at a heavy iron door. Percival was surprised at who guarded the door, dressed in uniform.
"Nice sword, Percy. Sam picked it well." Horace remarked as he unlocked the door, motioning to Salvador. "He's quiet now, and I've let him know he better stay that way." Salvador nodded as he called for Percival to follow.
Percival gulped as he entered the brig. A handful of Spanish crewmen in plain clothes occupied some of the cells Percival passed. He recognized a few of them as the taskmasters Carlos had appointed, and glanced away before they could make eye contact. All too soon, only bars stood between Percival and the cook, who sat alone on a tiny bench inside his cell. One of his legs and a shoulder were wrapped in bandages. The cook's tattered uniform had no sleeves, and a strange scorpion shaped tattoo was visible on his undamaged shoulder. The cook growled as he glanced at Percival. Percival shivered.
"Why am I here, Captain?"
"I want you to look at him." Salvador responded as Percival eyed the cook cautiously. "I want you to see that there's nothing to fear from him now. He will face justice, but there are others."
"Others?" Percival shuddered.
"I've seen that mark he bears before." Salvador replied. "At first, I didn't take it seriously. But there were many more." Salvador took a deep breath. "My time on the sea is coming to a close, but yours is just beginning. I want you to know what to be ready for."
Percival gulped. "You're not going to be the Captain anymore?"
"I'm retiring." Salvador replied. "This old ship was on its way back home to be decommissioned before you first boarded." Salvador turned to leave, gesturing for Percival to follow.
Percival's shoulder's sank as he followed. "But I have so much to learn."
"And I intend to teach you, if you are ready."
"I'm ready, Captain."
Salvador smiled. "Good. It's time for you to conquer the sea."
---This message was edited on 2018-02-09 19:40:57---
I will now resume lurking silently.
Aye, good game all o' ye! Ye were a fine crew for this epic voyage. I hope we all can sail again soon.
I will now resume lurking silently.
I will now resume lurking silently.
Ye were a fine captain Radio Sweet writing.
Nice job KBC, you had me a couple times and were very convincing. Your only slipup in my view was that memo where you used a common phrase that only you have used often. Too bad you basically had no rat to help you, though.
Also good catch by Randy to have him on your radar first in the fateful round. Also braingle Whov and Celt had solid games. this was the first WTB ive enjoyed in a while!
---This message was edited on 2018-02-09 10:47:36---
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Nice job KBC, you had me a couple times and were very convincing. Your only slipup in my view was that memo where you used a common phrase that only you have used often. Too bad you basically had no rat to help you, though.
Also good catch by Randy to have him on your radar first in the fateful round. Also braingle Whov and Celt had solid games. this was the first WTB ive enjoyed in a while!
---This message was edited on 2018-02-09 10:47:36---
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That was a great game! Loved the story!
Thank HP! That was the first time I've ever been the Boss! I actually had forgotten about those past phrases...I'll have to watch my wording better next time...
To explain my first pysch answer...I can tell you many different constellations, but the dippers are the only two I can't tell apart!
Sorry zona for firing you...I had no clue you were the rat, you did a good job hiding it!
Great stories Radio and great game everyone!
I want to be so full of Christ that when a mosquito bites me, he flies away singing "there's power in the blood!"
To explain my first pysch answer...I can tell you many different constellations, but the dippers are the only two I can't tell apart!
Sorry zona for firing you...I had no clue you were the rat, you did a good job hiding it!
Great stories Radio and great game everyone!
I want to be so full of Christ that when a mosquito bites me, he flies away singing "there's power in the blood!"
Great game and congrats to those that had it figured out! I should have jumped on the KBColdfire train, but was convinced that HP was either the rat or boss. LOL I couldn't think outside that box I planted myself in.
Great modding and writing Radio. It's always a pleasure playing in your games!!
Take all sorrow out of life and you take away all richness, and depth, and tenderness. The capacity of sorrow belongs to our grandeur. It is the furnace that melts hearts together in love.
Great modding and writing Radio. It's always a pleasure playing in your games!!
Take all sorrow out of life and you take away all richness, and depth, and tenderness. The capacity of sorrow belongs to our grandeur. It is the furnace that melts hearts together in love.
Good game all. Thanks Radio for an entertaining story.
I guess I didn't see how KB messed up in his wording, but I was taking his comments late last round as an admission of guilt. Did you change something after Harry said something?
When you Love someone, Love them with all your heart as you never know what can happen today!
I guess I didn't see how KB messed up in his wording, but I was taking his comments late last round as an admission of guilt. Did you change something after Harry said something?
When you Love someone, Love them with all your heart as you never know what can happen today!
It's a classic WTB slip. I sensed the style of the memos sounded like KBC, so I searched the phrase "something tells me" and found KBC is the only one in the game to have used it (and twice).
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game #3222
When you're writing memos, it's hard to control the common phrases you use in casual writing and conversation, so they occasionally slip in and point out a perp. That's why KBC kind of gave in at the end there since he realized his mistake which I pointed out - it's very common in WTB.
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game #3220
game #3222
When you're writing memos, it's hard to control the common phrases you use in casual writing and conversation, so they occasionally slip in and point out a perp. That's why KBC kind of gave in at the end there since he realized his mistake which I pointed out - it's very common in WTB.
Index for WW/WTB databases - https://ksteven.github.io/playground/ (Data refreshed: 2021-12-07)
Good job Harry. It works once usually, now others may use that phrase to point towards him.
When you Love someone, Love them with all your heart as you never know what can happen today!
When you Love someone, Love them with all your heart as you never know what can happen today!
Yeah, part of me hoped ya'll would think I was rat, but no such luck...
I want to be so full of Christ that when a mosquito bites me, he flies away singing "there's power in the blood!"
I want to be so full of Christ that when a mosquito bites me, he flies away singing "there's power in the blood!"
I thought it was a pretty good game, especially for my first one! Thanks Radio for modding and writing those great stories
Adventures happen because you say yes!
Adventures happen because you say yes!
I didn't see the wording either.
Great job all. I wonder if we'd have caught KB earlier if I hadn't started on bff that round and the votes got moved off KB!
How did Zona get fired unless there were enough votes on KB..
always multitasking 24/7
Great job all. I wonder if we'd have caught KB earlier if I hadn't started on bff that round and the votes got moved off KB!
How did Zona get fired unless there were enough votes on KB..
always multitasking 24/7
braingle01 wrote:
Aye, that's a good question. Turns out our plucky friend Gaius fell asleep on the job, and got copped by Carlos fer bein' so lazy.
I wonder if any of ye noticed... but Gaius be one blabbermouth! He gave everythin' away by accident! Did ye notice...
Gaius said:
He called Carlos the Cap'n, which means he was on his side all along, and beside that, even called Carlos by his proper last name! Woulda been interesting if someone caught that, but great game besides!
I will now resume lurking silently.
How did Zona get fired unless there were enough votes on KB..
Aye, that's a good question. Turns out our plucky friend Gaius fell asleep on the job, and got copped by Carlos fer bein' so lazy.
I wonder if any of ye noticed... but Gaius be one blabbermouth! He gave everythin' away by accident! Did ye notice...
Gaius said:
Cap'n Cortez?
He called Carlos the Cap'n, which means he was on his side all along, and beside that, even called Carlos by his proper last name! Woulda been interesting if someone caught that, but great game besides!
I will now resume lurking silently.
Great storytelling Radioguy. Fun game to watch! The humans won!
Ooooooh! Nice!
Ooooooh! Nice!
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