[COLOR="green"]Hi guys. Since Pie's mafia game ended rather, abruptly, I'm going to bring up my game now. Hopefully everyone will enjoy it. The rules are a little different this time around.
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It is February 14, 1779. A group of men in traditional British military uniforms run out onto the beach of Kealakekua Bay.
"I didn't expect them to be able to force us back!" one man says, his feet fumbling a bit across the sand.
"Nor did I," says the leader of the group, Captain James Cook. "Hurry, get out to the boats!"
The men quickly run and start unhooking their boats so that they may escape from the island. A large group of Hawaiian natives now appear on the beach, with weapons brandished.
"There!" One member of the mob points out towards the men on the shore. "Get them! Lono or not, nobody harms the king!" They continue rushing towards the small group of soldiers.
Captain Cook turns towards his men. "Quickly," he says as he unties the last rope on the boats, "Get out of-"
His words are cut short as a club slams onto his skull. Captain Cook's body falls limp to the ground, and members of the tribe begin to stab it with their spears.
"Captain!" one man says, leaping from the boats to attack. Other men start rushing at them as well, with Hawaiians meeting them in combat. The soldiers have better weaponry, but they cannot stand up to the massive number of the Hawaiians. Amidst all the chaos, a small group of soldiers sneak away from the battlefield, being dragged away by one of their comrades. They make their way to a cave along the shore of the island, well away from the fight.
"What are you doing, John? We have to save the captain!" says one of the group, obviously shaken by what has just occurred.
"Idiot!" John, strongest one among them, slaps the man across the face. "The captain was trying to tell us to get away safely! Because of those idiots back there, he died in vain! We're trapped here without any way to escape now!" John punches the wall of the cave in frustration. The whole group stares down
at the ground in dismay.
Suddenly, one man stands up. "We don't have to be," the brains of the group, Tim, says. The others look at him curiously. "We may not be able to beat them when they're bunched up in such a large group like that, but I'm sure we could handle them one at a time. If, every night, we sneak out and get rid of one, soon the group will be small enough that we can win the battle!"
John stands up, determined. "That's genius, Tim! Once we pick them all off, we can build a ship in peace and get back home! After we kill one at night, we'll hide amongst the town so that we can stay safe and get food, and meet back here at sunset. We start the attack first thing tomorrow night!"[/COLOR]
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It is February 14, 1779. A group of men in traditional British military uniforms run out onto the beach of Kealakekua Bay.
"I didn't expect them to be able to force us back!" one man says, his feet fumbling a bit across the sand.
"Nor did I," says the leader of the group, Captain James Cook. "Hurry, get out to the boats!"
The men quickly run and start unhooking their boats so that they may escape from the island. A large group of Hawaiian natives now appear on the beach, with weapons brandished.
"There!" One member of the mob points out towards the men on the shore. "Get them! Lono or not, nobody harms the king!" They continue rushing towards the small group of soldiers.
Captain Cook turns towards his men. "Quickly," he says as he unties the last rope on the boats, "Get out of-"
His words are cut short as a club slams onto his skull. Captain Cook's body falls limp to the ground, and members of the tribe begin to stab it with their spears.
"Captain!" one man says, leaping from the boats to attack. Other men start rushing at them as well, with Hawaiians meeting them in combat. The soldiers have better weaponry, but they cannot stand up to the massive number of the Hawaiians. Amidst all the chaos, a small group of soldiers sneak away from the battlefield, being dragged away by one of their comrades. They make their way to a cave along the shore of the island, well away from the fight.
"What are you doing, John? We have to save the captain!" says one of the group, obviously shaken by what has just occurred.
"Idiot!" John, strongest one among them, slaps the man across the face. "The captain was trying to tell us to get away safely! Because of those idiots back there, he died in vain! We're trapped here without any way to escape now!" John punches the wall of the cave in frustration. The whole group stares down
at the ground in dismay.
Suddenly, one man stands up. "We don't have to be," the brains of the group, Tim, says. The others look at him curiously. "We may not be able to beat them when they're bunched up in such a large group like that, but I'm sure we could handle them one at a time. If, every night, we sneak out and get rid of one, soon the group will be small enough that we can win the battle!"
John stands up, determined. "That's genius, Tim! Once we pick them all off, we can build a ship in peace and get back home! After we kill one at night, we'll hide amongst the town so that we can stay safe and get food, and meet back here at sunset. We start the attack first thing tomorrow night!"[/COLOR]
