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Announcement to all National leaders:

The 50th annual Death Penalty Games open 2 weeks from now and we are inviting all national leaders who wish to observe them to be special guests of King 'Lude II at his royal compound in Buddsvile. For those of you not familiar with our annual Death Penalty Games, the premise is simple and the action is non-stop. To briefly describe the games:

We take the 100 most hardened criminals in our prison system (they must either be sentenced to life without parole or execution) and provide them with the survival equipment (knives, matches, compass, basic rations, etc.) which is standard issue to our SEAL teams as well as the two weapons of their choice (i.e. prisoner #1 chooses to get an AK47 and an RPG Launcher. Prisoner #2 chooses a .45 pistol and an M-16, etc.) and as much ammo for each weapon as they can individually carry and we then airlift them onto a small, deserted, tropical island. We give them 24 hours to prepare and we then drop in 100 SEALs, similarly equipped and an additional 100 Black Berets or Marine Special Forces (we alternate between the two on an annual basis, this year it is the Black Berets' turn). The goal of the of the SEALs and the Black Berets/Special Forces is to hunt down and kill all 100 of the prisoners. The goal of the prisoners is to stay alive for 15 days (one by themselves and 14 while being "hunted"). At the end of the 15 days, those prisoners left alive have their sentences commuted to "time served" and are freed, giving them one last chance at life as an honest citizens. The island is covered with cameras and is also monitored from satellite imaging. Likewise, each participant has a GPS implanted under his/her skin with personally identifying broadcasts being issued every 90 seconds so we can keep track of all participants and "cut away" to the the cameras that monitor any one at any time, thus keeping the action going for the viewing audience on national TV.

Additionally, the SEALs and the Black Beret/Special Forces teams are competing with each other for the most kills and the highest survival rate. The team that has the highest number of kills receives 1 year of paid vacation for each surviving member of the team. The team with the highest survival rate recieves the same. If the same team has both the highest kill rate and the highest survival rate, each member of the team gets three years of paid vacation. This has happened only 14 times in the past 49 years.

In the past 49 games, the best performance of the prisoners was 10 years ago with 47 prisoners suviving and with 107 military dead and 47 wounded(the surviving SEALs won 3 years vacation with the best kill and survival rate that year as well, making for an incredible year of games). The worst performance by prisoners was 8 years ago when 97 prisoners were killed and only 40 military personnel were killed/injured (The SEALs and the Black Berets split the kill/survival awards that year) . This year promises to be exceptionally exciting as we have 8 SEALs, 4 Marine Special Forces and 9 Black Berets that are serving either life sentences or facing execution for war crimes committed during our involvement in the war a few NS years ago. We anticipate games at least as exciting as those of 10 years ago when, by all that counts, the prisoners were the clear "winners" of the overall competition.

Those leaders wishing to attend are asked to RSVP to General Jack T. Ripper, Military Chief of Staff to King 'Lude II within the next 10 days so that royal accomodations and security can be put into place for their stay in Mauiwowee during the games.

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OOC: i like this. very deadly. lots of killing. (evil grin)( programs T.V. to watch show.)

Dictator Paul 'The Mad' Silver of the Great Armed Republic of Nutropinia would be honored to attend this game.

Shah Khosru likes these modern gladiator matches.

Dictator Silver and Shah Khosru your quarters are ready for your arrival. Note that those attending will each have access to private viewing rooms with 50 picture-in-picture monitor (each one targeted on 2 prisoners) as well as a 96" main, picture-in-picture monitor for zeroing in on the two most exciting combats. Additionally, they will be free to view the action from the Royal Viewing Room with King 'Lude II himself and his 100 picture-in-picture monitors and his 5 112" main, picture-in-picture monitors.

We look forward to your attendance and 15 days of 24/7 excitement.

Gen. Jack T. Ripper

Your Generousity is greatly appreciated and will not be forgotten by the Great Armed Republic of Nutropinia or my humble self, Dictator Paul 'The Mad' Silver.

OOC: The Events Starting 2 Weeks from now is that RL Weeks or NS Weeks.

OOC: The Events Starting 2 Weeks from now is that RL Weeks or NS Weeks.

OOC: I'm kinda playing this issue by ear. I intend to RP it all out with descriptions of some of the major skirmishes during the games. I actually plan to probably start the skirmishes RP in about 5-7 RL days (I'll be out of town this weekend with only limited computer access). Some of how this plays out will depend on the responses to this initial post. Keep it marked in your profile so you'll be able to see when new posts are added. :)

We would be honored to provide the weapons for these games, if you would allow.

How do i mark it in my profile

We would be honored to provide the weapons for these games, if you would allow.

Jangle:
We assume from this you also plan to attend the games. That being the case, we graciously accept your offer to supply additional weapons our forces and the prisoners can choose from

Sincerely,
Gen. Jack T. Ripper

OOC: I know from our nanite discussion thread that you're a FTL space-faring advanced nation. I want to keep this thread at about 2015 - 2025 RL year technology at best, (i.e. nothing beyond the odd plasma grenade or Digital Rifle at most) thanks.

OOC: I have almost-modern-tech plasma weapons that fit in that area. Use an electro-thermal chemical reaction. Thus, plasma weapons. And what about needlers? I know, slightly stolen, but they're actually just crystalline spikes with charges inside them.

How do i mark it in my profile

OOC: go to your profile page (click the "profile" tab near the top of the page)and then use the edit profile options on the left of the screen to ensure that whenever you respond to a thread it notifies you of the response. That way, whenever you log into the forum and click on the "profile" tab, it will show your "subscribed threads" and, if anything has been posted here it will appear under your "subscribed threads" listing.

OOC: I have almost-modern-tech plasma weapons that fit in that area. Use an electro-thermal chemical reaction. Thus, plasma weapons. And what about needlers? I know, slightly stolen, but they're actually just crystalline spikes with charges inside them.

OOC: Acceptable, anything beyond semi-modern tech described, personal Halo style weapons, is what I want to avoid.

OOC: i like this. very deadly. lots of killing. (evil grin)( programs T.V. to watch show.)

OOC: Don't OOC it, RP it and come to the games. :D

OOC: He's incapable of Roleplay. And he said his friend's genetic creations were better than mine, the puke.

bumping for more participation at the party

Dictator Silver would like to know if there are any airfields capable of accomdating his huge Airbus A380 or will he have to take a smaller plane?

Dictator Silver would like to know if there are any airfields capable of accomdating his huge Airbus A380 or will he have to take a smaller plane?

The royal airport can certainly handle your Airbus A380, and a secure hangar will be provided for it of course.

That Would Be Most Accomodating. Thank You.

AP - This is Pater Jannings reporting:

TRANSMIT

With the 50th Annual Death Penalty Games, billed as the "Ultimate Survivor" series, set to get under way in less than two weeks, excitement over the games in the South Pacific Kingdom of Mauiwowee is at a fever pitch. What makes the games so much more interesting this year than normal is, besides being the 50th anniversary of the games, 21 military trained former SEALs, Black Beret and Special Forces personnel will be a part of the 100 prisoner contingent that is left on the Isle of Smoke, where the games take place, to face off with the 200 man contingent of SEALs and Black Berets that will land there to hunt them down. The most notorious of the these prisoners is former SEAL commander, Capt. Johan F. Cearry. Capt. Cearry was court-martialed and sentenced to execution 4 years ago by a military tribunal for the murder of his commanding officer during a disagreement over battle plans during a naval blockade off the coast of Generia. Capt. Cearry has been variously described as a "one man army," "The Rambo of the Navy" and similar euphamisms attesting to his survival skills under hostile conditions. Prior to his court martial, Col. Ceary had been highly decorated having won 3 Naval Hearts, a Bronze Leaf and a Silver Leaf with Buds. He was also the recipient of the king's "Naval Commander of the Year" award 3 years in a row; an honor only achieved once before by Capt. Walther Raley (deceased) over 72 years ago. By all accounts, Capt. Cearry is going to be the man to watch as these games progress. Bookies in Mauiwowee are placing the odds of his survival and earning clemency from the king at better than 30-to-1. Bookies further report that the average betting line favors a 40% survival rate among the prisoners and a 60% dead or wounded rate among the military's "hunters."

"This is going to be like 10 years ago when those 14 private militia guys and two Black Berets took down the military pros" claims bookie "Bet-it-All" Jackson. "If they could do what they did, just think what these guys should be able to do."

General Jack T. Ripper, Chief of Staff for Mauiwowee's military is much more optomistic though. "Ten years ago, we didn't realize how well those private militia guys had trained themselves. We should have known since they were convicted of trying to form an army and plotting to overthrow the king, but we just underestimated their skill. When they got paired with a Colonel and a Major in the Black Berets, they were able to create a truly top-notch military operation in opposition to our forces that our forces didn't expect. This time, we know what we face and who we face. We know what they can do and are trained in and we're fully prepared to take them on. I don't see Capt. Cearry lasting more than 5 days."

No matter whose side you are on, it promises to be a blood sport spectacle of incredible proportion. Mauiwowee's Pay-per-View, interactive, digital satellite and cable TV systems are offering 24/7, live feed coverage of the games for their entire 15 day duration for the price of 25 buds ($100.00 USD) and report over 102 million advance orders at this time.

King 'Lude II himself, meanwhile, has invited several important foreign dignitaries to observe the games with him at the Royal Compound and many important people are expected to be on hand for the spectacle. Finally, contrary to what had been feared by many in the Socio-Liberal Bureaucrat Party, there have been few, if any, international protests over the games.

We hear at MBC (Mauwowee Broadcast Company) will keep you apprised of the events in Mauiwowee as they happen. Now, back to you Den Blether.

END TRANSMISSION

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I'd also like to view this violence.

I'd also like to view this violence.


We welcome you Venore. Your portion of the compound is reserved. Do you need any special accomodations?

Sincerely,
Frau Blucher,
Household Director to
His Royal Majesty,
King 'Lude II

just a few days left, make your reservations.

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open comms from Hive Fleet emmisary @ Mauiwowee:
We are the hive, we are perfection.
The hive would greatly appreciate the chance to view the upcomming games and wishes to book in its 3 avatars for your sector.
We would also inquire further into the viability of testing a new gaunt strain in the battle feild however this is at your discression. In exchange we would be more than happy to hand over all the resurch we have gather in regards to human health and welfare in order to ensure the kings continued reign over Mauiwowee, may his rule never waver.
We are the hive, we are perfection.

*At the edge of the system a small fleet of hive well jumped in, 3 royal guard and one cuttle fish transport moved away from the gigantic moon sized norn queen and headed towards the centre of the system as they did so the fleet well jumped again and dissapeared from sensors as it zipped across the universe.*

open comms from Hive Fleet emmisary @ Mauiwowee:
We are the hive, we are perfection.
The hive would greatly appreciate the chance to view the upcomming games and wishes to book in its 3 avatars for your sector.
We would also inquire further into the viability of testing a new gaunt strain in the battle feild however this is at your discression. In exchange we would be more than happy to hand over all the resurch we have gather in regards to human health and welfare in order to ensure the kings continued reign over Mauiwowee, may his rule never waver.
We are the hive, we are perfection.

*At the edge of the system a small fleet of hive well jumped in, 3 royal guard and one cuttle fish transport moved away from the gigantic moon sized norn queen and headed towards the centre of the system as they did so the fleet well jumped again and dissapeared from sensors as it zipped across the universe.*

We welcome the representatives of the Hive and look forward to their suggestions regarding perfection of the games. However, we regretfully must, this year any way, decline your offer of testing of your gaunt strain. We are too close to the opening of the games to introduce new elements into the situation. However, we are willing to discuss the possibility of including this in upcoming Death Penalty Games. In the meantime, do your avatars require any special accomodations? We will gladly supply them.

sincerely,
Gen. Jack T. Ripper

General Oscar Addington would be pleased to watch this match. :mp5:

^And hopes a reservation will still be in the works for him. Thank you.

General Oscar Addington would be pleased to watch this match. :mp5:

Your quarters in the royal compound have been reserved. Do you require any special accomodations? We look forward to your arrival.
Sincerely,
Gen. Jack T. Ripper

To whom it may concern:

My lord, Edwin Do'Calamar, is interested in attending the games. Also attending will be the Minister of Intelligence, Minister of the Army, Minister of the Navy, Minister of Secret Affairs, and I, the aide to Lord Do'Calamar. We each will need our own suites, with the exception of me. I will stay in a small temporary building adjacent to Lord Do'Calamar's. We will wire any money needed upon comfirmation that this request will be met. We would also like to later speak with those responsible for the games; we have been debating whether or not we should implement games such as these here in Ybronneb. We also need a large building to house 30 Elite Vipers, Ybronneb's elite guard. Thank you for considering these requests.

Regwald Machwell
Aide to Lord Edwin Do'Calamar

comms from hive avatars @ Gen Jack T. Ripper:
We are the hive, we are perfection.
We require a room 30 X 30 X 3 meters, that is all - no other interior features and or fittings will be required in addition the fewer windows the better. We are saddend to hear that we will not be able to compete but would relish the chance to compete in a later event - please contact us closer to the time and inform us of the upcomming event.
We are the hive, we are perfection.

ooc> ie give us a TG when the next one is comming round :)

comms from hive avatars @ Gen Jack T. Ripper:
We are the hive, we are perfection.
We require a room 30 X 30 X 3 meters, that is all - no other interior features and or fittings will be required in addition the fewer windows the better. We are saddend to hear that we will not be able to compete but would relish the chance to compete in a later event - please contact us closer to the time and inform us of the upcomming event.
We are the hive, we are perfection.

ooc> ie give us a TG when the next one is comming round :)

To the Hive: Your quarters have been prepared as per your instructions.

OOC: I plan on getting the games going this weekend, stick around for the surprises. :)

The Foreign Minister of Crazed Marines wishes to attend in lieu of the President (at Comm. Miss. and TBD's wedding...) as well as talk about syndicating the show.

The Iron Concordiat of Wirraway
Supreme Chancellor Stillman

I ask you Mauiwowee to bring these games to Antebellum South, they could be a great boon to the Duchy Norleans. It would be a big boost to all of Antebellum South, and I'm sure that the cajuns would love it.

The Foreign Minister of Crazed Marines wishes to attend in lieu of the President (at Comm. Miss. and TBD's wedding...) as well as talk about syndicating the show.

Crazed Marines:
Your basic quarters are ready. Do you need any special arrangements? We'd also be more than open to discuss worldwide franchise rights to the broadcast.

Respectfully,
Maj. Gen. Slugge Muphin
Interim Chief of Staff

The Iron Concordiat of Wirraway
Supreme Chancellor Stillman

I ask you Mauiwowee to bring these games to Antebellum South, they could be a great boon to the Duchy Norleans. It would be a big boost to all of Antebellum South, and I'm sure that the cajuns would love it.

Wirraway:
We do plan to stage the games in Norleans as soon as the situation settles down. We can't think of anything better to start the tradition in cajun country than stranding a group of (formerly) wealthy white land owners on an island in the middle of a gator infested swamp and giving their former servants free reign to hunt them down. Of course it would be televised for the benefit of your citizens as well.

General Jack T. Ripper,
Commander, Norleans Military Occupation Force

P.S. if you have any former occupants of your territory that are "willing" to "participate" in the games (nudge-nudge, say no more) we'd be happy to offer them temporary quarters in Waterproof, Louisiana (OCC: This is the current, RL location of Louisiana's largest federal prison) pending the start of the games.

Crazed Marines:
Your basic quarters are ready. Do you need any special arrangements? We'd also be more than open to discuss worldwide franchise rights to the broadcast.

Respectfully,
Maj. Gen. Slugge Muphin
Interim Chief of Staff

All we require is a firing range for our security personell. What do you want in exchange for syndication on our channel "Teuful Hounden"?

I would love to attend the games. Also if it is acceptable I will also hand out 1,000,000 USD to the person with the highest kill rate.

-Sheik Mon

This is Dictator Silver from Nutropinia, I am requesting living quarters in the Royal compound for me and 20 of my security personnel and slaves. Thank you for your kindness in this matter.

"Welcome honored guests to the 50th Annual Death Penalty Games - The Ultimate Survivor" announced King 'Lude II to the assembled dignitaries who had gathered at the Royal Compound at the king's invitation. "We trust you have found your quarters to be to your liking. My hospitality committee informs me that all special requests have been met with ease. And so, without further ado - Let the games begin!"

With that announcement, the huge monitors in the auditorium flamed into life and the assembly was greeted by the live video feed of 4 transport ships taking off from Mauiwowee's primary prison compound many miles away.

"As you can see" said the king "we have divided the prisoners into 4 groups of twenty five each and we have taken great care to split up the military prisoners between the four ships. Each ship will drop its occupants at a different part of the island so as to ensure there is no formation of an army under the direction of the SEALs, Black Berets or Special Forces that comprise 21 of the prisoners."

As the assembled dignitaries watched the screens with their live video and audio feeds, the first, of what would likely be many surprises, in the games took place. All seemed to be going well, but just as the transports reached the midway point to Volcano Island (the primary name by which the island where the games takes place is known) something happened:

"This is SEAL commander, Capt. Johan F. Cearry" said the audio feed from transport #1 "Roger-Dodger, you there?" Before the crowd could assimilate what this meant, the side door of the transport opened and 2 bodies sailed out into the sky. As if on cue, the audio feed from transport #2 crackled to life and the crowd heard "Go Capt. Cearry, we hear you loud and clear"

"Have got complete control of the transport, Roger?" asked Capt. Cearry.

"Yeah, just a second" came the reply, after which the audio feed delivered the sounds of automatic weapon's fire to the assembly and the video feed showed 2 more bodies be tossed out of the side door of transport #2 "Ok, its all under control Capt. Cearry. We'll see you on the south beach as planned"

Grinning, former SEAL commander, Capt. Johan F. Cearry, now in charge of prisoner transport #1 turned to face the onboard camera. Looking directly at the audience gathered in the palace he said, with an evil undertone, "This is gonna be fun!"

I would love to attend the games. Also if it is acceptable I will also hand out 1,000,000 USD to the person with the highest kill rate.

-Sheik Mon

Deal!! we welcome you.

This is Dictator Silver from Nutropinia, I am requesting living quarters in the Royal compound for me and 20 of my security personnel and slaves. Thank you for your kindness in this matter.

We do not recognize slavery in Mauiwowee, but you are more than welcome to bring you security personnel and personal aides, servants and assistants (nudge-nudge, wink-wink, say-no-more). Quarters have been prepared.

All we require is a firing range for our security personell. What do you want in exchange for syndication on our channel "Teuful Hounden"?

Your security personnel are more than welcome to use the royal guard's practice range here on the palace grounds. I think they'll find it to their liking.

As to broadcast rights. We'll grant you syndication rights for your "Teuful Hounden" channel for the sum of 300 million USD (20 million a day for the full 15 days of 24/7 live feed from all cameras, mikes, prisoner GPS, etc.) plus 10% of your net revenues generated on re-broadcasts and re-runs.

I would like to attend the games if at all possible. I have been busy balancing my budget after our defence spending saw an increase due to the dissention of a civil rights terrorist group. After my work, it would be greatly appreciated if I could relieve stress by seeing death that didn't occur in my empire.

If needed, I will be happy to compensate you for accomodations.

I would like to attend the games if at all possible. I have been busy balancing my budget after our defence spending saw an increase due to the dissention of a civil rights terrorist group. After my work, it would be greatly appreciated if I could relieve stress by seeing death that didn't occur in my empire.

If needed, I will be happy to compensate you for accomodations.

DuHaru:

No need to compensate us, you are a guest of the king. Please get here as quickly as possible since the games have started. Quarters are being prepared and a high speed, royal transport is on stand-bye at the airport awaiting your arrival.

Sincerely

Gen. Slugge Muphin
Interim Chief of Staff

OOC: Oops, forgot I was logged in as Norleans, just pretend this came from Mauiwowee, Norleans is their puppet.

The money has been sent from the TV station. We thank you, as this will become more popular than MXC

Thank you for your hospitality. The haste in which we were escorted to the arena pleased me very much. We at the Empire of DuHaru send our thanks.

By the way, would you mind handing me a Corona Extra?

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To whom it may concern:

We will be bringing an extra 20 guards due to the war in Del Folio. If this is a problem, please say so.
-Lord Edwin Do'Calamar

To whom it may concern:

We will be bringing an extra 20 guards due to the war in Del Folio. If this is a problem, please say so.
-Lord Edwin Do'Calamar

No problem at all, we look forward to your visit

Thank You.

OOC: When are the games taking place? (RL, Pacific Time Zone) Thanks.

Thank You.

OOC: When are the games taking place? (RL, Pacific Time Zone) Thanks.

OOC: They started at 8:32 p.m. RL Central Standard time yesterday (Saturday, 8/28/04), which equates to 12:02 a.m. Sunday, August 29, Mauiwowee NS time. Note, the ebb of time will speed up and slow down in this thread though as I have RL time to attend to it. I welcome posts from the guests regarding their reactions to the things I RP in it though.

A few of the guards are watching the games. One of them notes to the other, "Good move. He'll go far, I believe that he is going to become the leader and possibly the winner."

"Damn it Admiral Oman!! How did that happen? I want that friggin' prison warden on the phone now!!" said king 'Lude II in hushed tones to Admiral Kat W. Oman. "The prisoner's weapons were supposed to be waiting for them on the island, how the hell did they get automatic weapons on board the transports!? I want answers, not excuses. We've got better than 40 dignitaries here from other countries to watch the games. I'll not have them blow up in my face! And scramble a squadron of our new E-Tek fighters. Those prisoners are apparently landing on the south beach of volcano island and not trying to come back here, yet. I want those transports destroyed. The last thing we need is for Col. Cearry and Captian Dodger to have control over 2 transports during the games, or worse yet, after them."

As Admiral Oman scurried away to carry out the king's commands, King 'Lude II turned back to the audience.

"Well, it seems we're in for a few surprises during the games. As you know, Col. Cearry is a former navy SEAL and is "the one to beat" over the next two weeks. We didn't count on Captain Bob "Rodger" Dodger, a former Black Beret, sentenced to 3 consecutive life without parole sentences on charges of murder, treason and attempted political assasination, to be in leauge with Col. Cearry though. Apparently they have gained control of two of the prisoner transports though and plan to rendevous on the island. This puts 50 of the prisoners together with 9 of the military prisoners with them and . . . "excuse me sir," whispered an aide to Admiral Oman. Bending over he whispered in the king's ear something the assembled crowd couldn't make out. However, they clearly heard the king's muffled explective "SHIT!!"

"Well folks, I've just been informed that apparently the prisoners will be united in a force of 75 with 16 of the military prisoners. It seems that transport #3's original destination was the south beach while the two that have been commandeered by the prisoners were headed to other areas of the island. It seems now that Col. Ceary's plan is to unite 3 of the prisoner groups into one. We've scrambled our planes to ensure, however, that they don't maintain control of the transports and attempt to leave the island without completing the games and earning their freedom. These are going to be an exciting round of games, that much is clear. While we wait to see the prisoner's next move, please, everyone, feel free to order drinks, joints, food, whatever you desire from our hostesses as they circulate through the crowd."

Meanwhile, on transports #1 and #2 a similar scene was taking place out of the view of the onboard pilot's camera, however the crowd could hear the audio feed clearly:

"All right you dickwads! I'm in command here. Anyone who doesn't like that needs to speak up now! announced Col. Cearry "We're going to do this my way or no way, understand?"

"Sir, yes sir!" responded the other navy SEAL and 2 black Beret's on Cearry's transport. "I can't hear you assholes! Yelled Col. Cearry at the other prisoners who hadn't responded. Instantly 20 of the other prisoners meekly replied with a "Sir, yes Sir!" shout. Turning to the one who said nothing, Col. Cearry repeated "You hear me maggot!?"

"I hear you loud and clear Mister" replied the lone hold out "But I don't take no orders from no body, let alone a fucking traitor to his country. You may have been a SEAL once, but your just a damn lifer like me now. So get off my ass!"

The crowd couldn't hear what happened next, but they did see the decapitated body flung out of the side door of the transport about 2 minutes later, followed by the head. "Anyone else got a problem?" said Col. Cearry. This time the reply was loud and unanimous in its enthusiasm, "Sir, No Sir!"

The guards, seeing a decapitated corpse thrown from the transport, begin to laugh hysterically. Blood and gore are regular routines of a Marine's life...
The head guard, on a 2 hour break, said to his cousin, another guard, "Watch it, one of the prisoner transports will drop off its men, leave them under the command of the other military figure. He will then go to the other LZ and pick up the remaining prisoners."
"I bet you 50 bucks you're wrong."
"You're on."

"Esteemed guests" announced king 'Lude II. "My associates are passing out to you maps of Volcano Isle so you can more closely follow the action. As originally planned, the prisoners were to be dropped off in 4 groups; one each on Head Beach, Nipple Beach, Bulging Beach and South Beach and our hunter troops were to land on Panther beach. As the result of Col. Cearry's apparently succesful effort in uniting 3 groups of prisoners on South Beach, the only group of prisoners left alone will be the one on Nipple Beach. Our commander in charge has therefore decided to change tactics and our military force will now land on Bulging Beach.

As you can see, the island is small enough to make rapid deployment all over the island possible, but large enough and varied in topography to make the games exciting. Our commander tells us the plan is to send a team of 65 Black Berets down towards Nipple Beach to effectively destroy the 25 prisoners that will be landing there and send the rest of his SEALs and Black Berets around Dead Man's Bay and down towards Eye Lake with the idea of either confronting the prisoners in the jungle or, if they are stupid enough to try and move up and around Dead Man's Bay, in an effort to reach the remaining prisoners on Nipple Beach, hitting them head on in the "killing fields" just west of Bulging Beach. Our estimate is though that Col. Cearry will abandon those prisoners on Nipple Beach and head north to Mt. Surprise. Well, on the way, we plan to give him a surprise of his own."

Relaxing with their drinks the guests turned to one another and the speculation and betting began in earnest.

Captain: This is Captain McHenry requesting to land Dictator Silver's Airbus A380 at the Royal Airfields. The Dictator would be greatly pleased if his accomodations were ready as soon as he has landed. Sorry for the delay in coming to your great nation, but the jet engines on the A380 had to be replaced sooner than expected. Waiting for reply from tower. Over.

OOC: Sorry i was on vacation.

OOC: Sry....don't have much time to post now that school has started...I'll post sometime in the next couple of days.

Captain: This is Captain McHenry requesting to land Dictator Silver's Airbus A380 at the Royal Airfields. The Dictator would be greatly pleased if his accomodations were ready as soon as he has landed. Sorry for the delay in coming to your great nation, but the jet engines on the A380 had to be replaced sooner than expected. Waiting for reply from tower. Over.

OOC: Sorry i was on vacation.

feel free to land, a high speed transport is waiting with a satellite feed so you don't miss much.

Lord Do'Calamar and the other Ybronneb officials with him gasped when the gunfire came from the transports.
"Couldn't they now turn around and come here?" one Viper (Ybronneb's Elite Guard) said to another.
"I don't know....Hey you! Couldn't they come here now?" the second guard asked a Mauiwowee official.

Dear Mauiwowee:

We've been wrapped up putting down a small rebellion by a bunch of Dallas Cowboys, but we've gotten it under control, can we come?

Respectfully,
Lord Wacko
Texarkania

Levi and his Viceroy, along with his bodyguards were snickering about Nipple Beach and having a great time. After coming to the palace to watch the games on their huge entertainment center, the nation started to take a turn for the better, diving out of a deficit and adopting a much better educational system, all thanks to the wise leadership of the dictator of the Empire of DuHaru, not to mention his trustful viceroy. All political messages that came were positive, and they decided they might just stay a while longer. They watched as a decapitated body was thrown out of a transport when a courier came in delivering a message for them.

"Fuhrer Levi, there is a message for you."

"What is it?"

"Well the five national universities were constructed and are now fully staffed and operational. We are also staying well under the budget and have a large portion to spend left."

"Terrific news," he said grabbing the reports, "I'll read through the rest later. Why don't you come join us?"

"I'd be honored."

Maybe this was all a big stroke of luck.

Dictator Silver's Airbus A380 landed on the runway near the royal compound. Paul The Mad departed the plane surrounded by his loyal team of elite guards outfitted with MP7's, Desert Eagle Pistols, body armor capable of stopping an M-16 and FlashBang Grenades. Following were the Dictators Slaves *ahem* Personal Servants and assistants carrying luggage and extra ammunition and heavy machine guns. Dictator Silver Outfitted in his signature Aviator sunglasses and Camoflage Military outfit entered the High Speed Transport and immediately began watching the games.
Dictator: "Driver, How long until we reach the compound."
Driver: "About 10 Minutes Sir"
Dictator: "Excellent. Steve this has gone down smoother than I expected and the hijacking by the prisoners is highly amusing. Find out how I can Place bets on the games. Hopefully My Accomadations will befit my stature."
Colonel Steve Leary Dictator Silver's head of security and most trusted guard replies: "Right Away Sir. This will go off with out a hitch. I like this Col. Cearry Fellow he seems like an excellent soldier if I were you I would place a bet on him."
Dictator: "Excellent. Thank You Steve."

Texarkania

Dear sirs:
We look forward to your arrival. Please arrive soon as the games have already begun.

Sincerely,
Naval Commander,
Katt W. Oman

Nutropinia

Dear Dictator Silver:

Please let us know if there is anything about your quarters that you find need improvement. We have staff on duty 24/7 to ensure your every need is met. Your private chef, as with all chefs for our other guests, has received special training and indoctrination in the foods and traditional dishes of Nutropinia and we have ensured the sound system in your quarters are fully Dolby 6.2 compliant and you have available to you the top 100 CD's of each type of music classified by your national music publications (we reccomend watching a fire-fight with the sound turned all the way down and playing Queen's "Another one Bites the Dust" for fun). As to the inquiries of your aide, Col. Steve Leary, the nation's top bookmaker, Race Jackson, and his staff are available 24/7 for the next 12 days to take any wager you may wish to make. We do not allow betting on the outcome for the last 3 days of the games (you gotta lock it down somewhere and the best stuff typically happens towards the end).

DuHaru
We hope you are enjoying yourself. Please let us know if you need anything.

Ybronneb

"Lord Do'Calamar" said Master Seargent Andhysher Butch "Its been reported to me by my staff that you have some concerns about the prisoners returning here in the hijacked transports. Please rest assured this won't happen. Several figher squadrons have already been dispatched to ensure the stolen transports are destroyed, with or without prisoner occupants. Rest assured, your security is a top priority. Frankly sir, the King himself is here, we're not going to let them come back unless they win their freedom in the games. So please, enjoy yourselves, have a beer and joint and relax, watch what happens next. Col. Cearry may have pulled a fast one, but we have our own surprises in store as well.

Bump

OOC: Hey guys, I want more reactions from the guests. I have ideas about what I want to do with this thread, but ya'll have already given me more. Let'd do some RP'ing here, the more ya'll join in, the better this will be. We don't always have to be engaged in war with someone to do a great RP. Lets make this one a classic :)

The Guards on duty are posting a pool on who wins. The odds are currently stacked 4-1 in favor of the CTs winning. 3-1 that its the SEALs. They have currently bet over 5000 USD.

OOC: Before I RP can we describe prisoner guard fights or do you just want to do that.

OOC: Problem is...I can't post very often now that school has started....I'll definitely post a big chunk this weekend though.....

OOC: Nutropinia this should answer you question, though I might consider some RP of my people by you TG me with your ideas.
Ybronneb, I understand. School's more important that NS (I should know, in RL I'm a teacher).

IC:

:::On Nipple Beach, Volcano Island:::

As the prisoners were being unloaded on the beach, the Captain of the transport #4 ship saw, barely, the other transport flying in for a landing. "What the f....., why aren't their lights on" he said. As he watched, the craft dropped to within about 6 feet of the beach, directly in front of his ship and he could make out several people jumping out of either side of the transport. "What the hell is he up to, he's not supposed to unlo......" automatic weapons fire rang out and the captain screamed at his co-pilot "GO, GO, GO!!!!" as he tried to lift back up off the beach. He got nowhere though. His last words were "Oh shit!" right before the RPG hit dead center of the windscreen in front of his face.

In the cockpit of Transport #1 Col. Cearry laughed. "I knew this was gonna be fun" as he set the transport down on Nipple beach. "I got me a whole fuckin' army now" he said to himself. "Roger Dodger" he broadcast on the pre-determined scrambled channel, "you know what to do. I'm at the Nipple Beach LZ. T-4 is dead and we're rounding up the others. We'll see you at the rendevous. King 'Lude's fighters are on their way by now without any doubt so keep the eye in the sky. No matter chatter until we meet. Out."

Stepping out of the cockpit he roared "Allright asswipes, this Col. Cearry, grab your gear and the weapons cache. It's gonna be crowed, but anyone not onboad in 5 minutes gets to stay!"

:::On South Beach, Volcano Island:::

The scene on South beach was just a little different. Capt. Bob "Rodger" Dodger had donned the uniform of the former pilot of transport #2 and made a deliberately ungraceful landing in full view of Transport #3. Getting out of the transport he approached Transport #3, which was unloading its prisoners, and approached the cockpit. "Sorry Captain" he said, saluting, the navigation 'puter SNAFU on that damn thing. I had to land here or risk trouble flying over the jungle and lava fields to my LZ." As the captain of Transport #3 stepped out of the cockpit to approach Capt. Dodger he saluted and said, I understand Captain. We just need to radio that back in to..." Captain Dodger's knife caught him in the throat before he could say another word. As he crumpled to the ground, Captain Dodger's Glock .45 caliber pistol fired a single shot through the open door of the cockpit. The co-pilot was dead before he realized what had happened. Turning to the prisoners that were finishing getting off the transport he yelled: "OK girls, grab your gear and the arms cache and get back on. We're moving out in 5 minutes." He thought to himself, "Col. Cearry was right. This is too friggin' easy."

:::On board the fighter jet, Madonna:::

"This is wing commander Doofusazoid, any of you guys see those transports we're after?"

"No sir" was the repeated reply. "and captain, those damn volcanoes have totally screwed the infrared"

"I realize that flyboy, keep the chatter down. They were supposedly headed to South Beach, but I'll be damned if I see any transports there, let alone 3. Head over towards Nipple Beach." With that the squad banked to the east and set out towards Nipple beach.

From just south of Eye Lake, in the jungle, Capt. Dodger watched their afterburner's glow as they turned. "Ok guys, we're off again. No lights, lets go" slowly, flying with no lights, the two transports headed north at treetop level.

:::Mauiwowee, King 'Lude II's Palace Compound:::

The reaction of the guests was hard to gauge, but King 'Lude didn't think it was all favorable. Though the Crazed Marine Contingent seemed to be laughing it up pretty good.

"Goddamn it Oman!" snapped the king "Cearry was supposed to be going to South Beach to rendevous with Dodger and transport #3. What happened?"

"It was obviously a pre-arranged trick sir. We all saw him fly straight to Nipple Beach and take out transport #4 and double load his transport. Capt. Dodger is flying straight to the volcanoes to avoid detection by the fighters. They had to know we'd scramble them when we saw them take control of the transports. Sir, this has all been arranged by Cearry in advance. It has to have been. I'd lay money their going to rendevous at Head Beach to pick up the other weapons cache."

"I still want to know how the hell they got automatic weapons on the transports to start with Commander, where the hell is that prison warden"

"We're trying to get him sir. He's not at home though and his wife says she hasn't seen him since he left for work this morning and doesn't know where he is."

"Commander, we can see what those prisoners are doing, why the hell can't our pilots?"

"Sir, the volcanoes and their ash and smoke output are interfering with their radar and infrared systems and making it difficult for us to communicate with them and they don't have the video and audio feeds from the island and transport mounted cameras like we do. We're trying sir, but Cearry's clearly thought this thing through." Hesitating a moment, she continued, "Your Highness, we knew letting Cearry into the games was a risk. He's the best SEAL this country ever saw. I suggest we just see what happens and make sure the guests are comfortable. These could still turn out to be great games."

"SHIT!" said the king.

"Ok you were right!" admitted the 2i/c of the Guard detail, "They did link up. Here's your friggin fifty bucks!"
"Thank you cousin. You want a Mountain Dew or Devil Dog juice?"
"Uh...Mountain Dew will be fine."
"Gotchya covered...by the way, you also have to buy pizza. You're next on the list. I bought it last time."
"All right. How many should I get?"
"Let's see, 20 guys...6 slices per man... 15 pizzas should do."
The 2i/c, John Marken, picked up the diplomatic phone. "Hi Dominos, I'd like to order 15 large pizzas, meat lovers. Suite 10."

The reaction of the guests was hard to gauge, but King 'Lude didn't think it was all favorable. Though the Crazed Marine Contingent seemed to be laughing it up pretty good
OOC: Funny...you did get it right that my guys are cynical.

"We're late, I know that you dumbass. Tell me how things stand in the games" Said Lord Wacko as he sped towards the palace. After a brief conversation with his manservant about the status of the games he said "Allright, as soon as we arrive, I want you to bet the best producing oilwell in Lubbock on the survival of this Col. Cearry and the fact he'll have the highest kill rate. Hell, the marines haven't even landed yet and he's at 4 dead for the pilots and co-pilots of 2 transports. I want another $250,000 bet on this "Rodger Dodger's" survival. It looks like King 'Lude underestimated these dudes. I wonder if they might be interested in a job with the Texarkania Rangers when the games are over."

Dictator Silver exits his personal high speed transport led by two of his security detail, Col. Leary at his side, his "personal servants" following carrying all his luggage and finally followed up by the rest of his security detail. Walking inside the royal compound at a brisk pace Paul "The Mad" Grumbled under his voice to the Colonel.
Dictator: Steve I want to get inside quickly and start watching the games immediately.
Steve: Right away sir you won't miss a thing
The dictator entered his room just in time to see 'Rodge Dodger' plug a .45 bullet into the head of an unsuspecting Co-Pilot and take-off.
Dictator: Now that is what I travelled all this way to see. Steve bet 4.5 Million Dollars that Rodger Dodger Survives and Bet Another 4.5 Million that Col. Cearry not only survives but gets the highest kill rate. Oh and another 2.5 Million that the military loses at least 140 of their men.
Steve: Those are good bets sir right away.
The Colonel says as he phones up the bookie.
Dictator: You Know what, I am going to go over to King Lude's Private Chambers and watch with him. I will take 2 of the guard detail. Lock up, I mean Kindly escort the servants to their quarters and you may then do what you please Steve.
Steve: Thank You Sir.
Col. Leary already knew what he was going to do he was going to go and talk it out with the Crazed Marines bodyguards. Within Five Minutes Both the Dictator and Col. Leary were where they wanted to be.
Dictator: Hello King Lude.
Col. Leary: Hello Crazed Marines.

Dictator: Hello King Lude.


"Welcome Dictator Silver. We trust your quarters are to your standards? Please feel free to let us know if we need to do anything for you. Our royal servants are yours to command." Said King 'Lude in his most stately manner. "Could I offer you a cigar, whiskey or maybe a bong hit? I assume you're up-to-date on what's happening on volcano island. Pretty exciting isn't it? My military commanders tell me we're in for the most exciting set of Death Penalty Games ever seen in Mauiwowee."

Levi and his viceroy started laughing it up at "Nipple Beach" again when a courier walked in with a straight face on.

"The daily reports, I presume?"

The messenger just nodded and handed them to Levi and walked out the door. Levi looked at his viceroy, who shrugged, and he opened the envelope. He read the report, leaned back and sighed. A loud crash could be heard throughout the mansion as he slammed his fist on the nearest object.

"...shhhhIT! GOD DAMNIT! How the hell did this happen?"

"What happened?" his viceroy asked, leaning in.

"Our economy nearly got cut in half. How could this have happened?"

The viceroy got wide-eyed and then sighed. "Don't worry, its all part of the economic roller coaster. It'll go back up soon enough."

"It'd better."

Levi looked at the television, and began to get bored with it. He began to wonder if king 'Lude staged this game or he was just incompetant. He started off for 'Lude's chambers and knocked on the door, tapping his foot. He wanted to know why one of his former SEALs was keeping the games from being interesting...or maybe he was just too pissed and needed an excuse.

The king himself opened the door:

"Commander Levi, come in, come in. Welcome. We trust you are enjoying yourself and all is well. Have you met Dictator Silver of Nutropinia?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," Levi said, scratching his head. He seemed to have forgotten why he came to the royal chambers as soon as the door opened. "Umm...say, why did you name that beach Nipple Beach?" He started to break out into uncontrollable laughter.
"Wait, do you think that the prisoners might come here?" He said after seeing the prisoners fly in their own transports. He started to regain his composure, then laughed at Nipple Beach again. He shook his head and walked away.

"Welcome Dictator Silver. We trust your quarters are to your standards? Please feel free to let us know if we need to do anything for you. Our royal servants are yours to command." Said King 'Lude in his most stately manner. "Could I offer you a cigar, whiskey or maybe a bong hit? I assume you're up-to-date on what's happening on volcano island. Pretty exciting isn't it? My military commanders tell me we're in for the most exciting set of Death Penalty Games ever seen in Mauiwowee."

"Ahh Yes, Excellent Your Majesty King Lude. The quarters are more than sufficient they are suberb and the bed is exceedingly comfortable. But yes i would enjoy a fine Cuban Cohiba Cigar and a Lagavulin 12 Year Old Single Malt Scotch. This is very exciting and i already have 11.5 Million dollars bet on the game."

Turning to his butler, King 'Lude II said "You heard dictator Silver, snap to it! Oh, and while your at it, I need a refill on this Talisker" and he handed his glass off to the servant. "11.5 million" said the king as he turned back to dictator Silver, "a million more here and there and we'll be talking serious money." :::laughter by King 'Lude::: "have a seat, tell what you think so far of the games."

"Commander Levi, I appreciate your amusement." said the king as he guided dictator Silver to the sofa, "I have often laughed at the name "Nipple Beach" myself. I assume it came about because of the way it "pokes" out, just as a fine woman's nipples might do. However, don't worry, those prisoners won't be coming back here. They may have control of 3 transports, but three transports won't stand a chance against our military or even the palace defense forces. Come, join me and dictator Silver in a scotch."

Turning to his butler, King 'Lude II said "You heard dictator Silver, snap to it! Oh, and while your at it, I need a refill on this Talisker" and he handed his glass off to the servant. "11.5 million" said the king as he turned back to dictator Silver, "a million more here and there and we'll be talking serious money." :::laughter by King 'Lude::: "have a seat, tell what you think so far of the games."

"Commander Levi, I appreciate your amusement." said the king as he guided dictator Silver to the sofa, "I have often laughed at the name "Nipple Beach" myself. I assume it came about because of the way it "pokes" out, just as a fine woman's nipples might do. However, don't worry, those prisoners won't be coming back here. They may have control of 3 transports, but three transports won't stand a chance against our military or even the palace defense forces. Come, join me and dictator Silver in a scotch."

"Haha, Serious Money. I like your sense of Humor King Lude." Said Paul 'The Mad' as he took a sip at his scotch. "Not to mention the fact that the prisoners would have to go up against Col. Leary and My men. Not an easy task for even the most trained soldier. Plus we could all just get onto my Airbus A380. Although I know this won't be neccessary."

"Haha, Serious Money. I like your sense of Humor King Lude." Said Paul 'The Mad' as he took a sip at his scotch. "Not to mention the fact that the prisoners would have to go up against Col. Leary and My men. Not an easy task for even the most trained soldier. Plus we could all just get onto my Airbus A380. Although I know this won't be neccessary."

"Speaking of your Airbus, I'd like to look at that before you go" said the king. "I really like my Boeing 787, but I undersand the A380's are awesome."

"Excuse me your highness" said Commander Katt W. Oman, interrupting the king and dictator Silver, "we need to talk."

"Can't you see I'm busy." retorted the king in an impatient voice.

"It's important."

"Excuse me Dictator, the affairs of state never stop."

"It would be my pleasure to show you the Airbus A380. I would also like to see your 787 as I have never been in one. But no need to apoligize, I know what it is like, I am a head of state too you know."

OOC: I'm a little brain dead now, thanks to a distiller that shall go unnamed :) However, I do want to thank you Nutropinia for helping make this a really good thread same to you DuHaru. I'll be back with more RP tommorow night on the games. I have a feeling Commander Oman got bad news about the prison warden though. Jangle-Jangle Ridge, Weapons Tech, etc. where are you?

OOC: Hahahaha no problem. I'll be here tommorow.

We here in the great nation of Damonogy would like to request the skulls of all the dead to line the walls of our capitol. We would also like to watch this lovely program.

Col. Leary comes walking into the CM suite.
"Attention on deck!" one Marine shouts out. Everyone immeadiately jumps to attention, then Colonial Brown said, "As you were men!"
"Colonial Leary, I never expected you here. Want some pizza and drinks?"
"How do you know my name?"
"I'm head of security. I read the guest list and requested everything I could get on every person. I even know your personal life. So, how's your mama and them doing?"
"They're fine." Colonial Leary said, "I heard you guys laughing it up."
"Yeah, we love to see a good fight now and then. Especially if idiots are involved. Sit down and stay a while. Have a pizza and a drink." It was more of an order than a suggestion, but Colonial Leary didn't seem to mind.
"It appears as though I am the best at predicting what will ahppen so far. I believe that the SEALs will insert and get decimated because the Colonial and Captain both know the tatics of their foes. They'll split up into four groups and take each LZ and wait. They'll then shoot down a few aircraft and snipe the remaining men. They'll be walking into a deathtrap, and won't even know it."
"How do you know all this?"
"Because that's what I'd do...and I've led a few 'military' actions using native personell. The SEALs and Black Berets will be slaughtered unless they know about this." Colonial Brown then hands Colonial Leary two notes, one adressed to the SEAls commander, and one to the Black Berets commander. The notes contained tatics to expect and suggested courses of action such as paradropping into the middle of the jungle.

Sarzonian ambassador Harriet K. Levine and Jordan Diehl, the assistant to Senior Vice President for External Affairs, both descended to a meeting hall where other leaders were beginning to mingle. Levine and Diehl were taking a walk toward the guest quarters because they were staying in the palace.

"Sometimes I wish Sarzo would become a king," Levine said.

"Huh?"

"If the queen is going to stay in those quarters, then I'd like to be a queen someday."

Diehl laughed. He knew Sarzo wasn't about to change the government system in Sarzonia to a monarchy anytime soon.

"Enlighten me on those quarters," Diehl said with a grin.

"You would like to know, wouldn't you?"

The two laughed. Even separated by the distance between Sarzonia and Mauiwowee, they were still great friends.

"Luxurious," Levine said. "They really went all out."

"Mine aren't half bad either," Diehl said in feigned jealousy.

[OOC: I've got some catch-up reading to do. :)]

"Speaking of your Airbus, I'd like to look at that before you go" said the king. "I really like my Boeing 787, but I undersand the A380's are awesome."

"Excuse me your highness" said Commander Katt W. Oman, interrupting the king and dictator Silver, "we need to talk."

"Can't you see I'm busy." retorted the king in an impatient voice.

"It's important."

"Excuse me Dictator, the affairs of state never stop."

OOC: I'm surprised I'm keeping up with this so far. Been pretty busy, but I see you guys are too.

IC: "Fuhrer" Levi watched as King 'Lude left, apologizing to them and bowing as he backed out of the room in a rush, and sat down. He turned to Silver and started to make simple conversation about politics and their economies. He grabbed a bottle of scotch and poured himself a drink, then asked Dictator Silver in a very serious tone, "So what do you think's going to happen? It seems like they don't have much control over those two prisoners. Then again, maybe it'll just prove to be more entertaining for us."

He took a sip of scotch and sat back as he smiled and watched the chaos ensue.

OOC:I'll be able to post tommorow morning....geometry homework. Bah! Sorry for the inconvenience.

OOC: I am just dead Tired I will post later.

:::On Head Beach, Volcano Island:::

"Ok ladies, this is the way it is" announced Col. Cearry to the assembled prisoners. "There are 99 of us, in about 18 hours, 100 SEALs and 100 Black Berets are going to land on this island. We're gonna be outnumbered 2 to 1, man power wise that is. Our advantage, so we are told, is that we get 24 hours to prepare. However, as you know, this island is covered with cameras and until they get to within about an hour of the island, the guys coming in know exactly where we are and what we are doing. This is where king 'Lude has screwed up though. While the island is covered with concealed and open cameras, more than we can possibly take out, the way they can track us and hear what we say and lock the cameras on to any one of us is through the combonation GPS-microphone units they implanted in us in the prison when we were chosen for the games. We're gonna take care of that advantage now. Let me introduce you to Corporal "Butcher" Klanger."

"Holy Shit!" said one of the prisoners (Roberto Hollista, sentenced to death for 4 murders that took place during an acid induced crime spree in Mauiwowee that involved 2 bank robberies, 6 liquor store robberies and a failed Pizza Hut robbery).

"You said something Prisoner!" said Capt. Dodger in a menacing undertone.

"Well, I know who the "Butcher" is, I don't want her near my ass."

"She's not going to go near your ass girlie man." said Col. Cearry. But since you're so smart, lets hear what you think you know."

"Well, she is a Marine Special Forces nurse or EMT or something like that who murdered 37 war heros as they recovered from their wounds in a military hospital."

"Wrong Asswipe!" yelled Col. Cearry. "She is a Marine Special Forces Surgical Nurse Practioner and Anesthesist who save 46 heroes from returning to civilian life as 1/2 men!. She is more of a hero to those men than they were to themselves or anyone else! So listen up!" :::staring down prisoner Hollista::: "Corporal Klanger is going to remove those GPS-microphone devices from us. There will be cameras everywhere, but homing in on anyone of us will take a whole hell of a lot more effort and it will be a hell of a lot easier to surprise those bass-turd fish shit-heads when they get here and also really screw up king 'Lude's plans for us. So line up boys and get ready for the fun." :::Cruel laughter::: "I'll go first."

Turning to the "Butcher" Col. Cearry raised his shirt exposing a barely healed 3 inch scar just below his throat at the very top of his breast bone. She dipped her scalpel in alcohol, held it over the flame from a distress flare mounted in the sand and began to quickly, but deftly slice into Col. Cearry's skin, ignoring the blood that flowed freely from the bottom of the wound.

:::In Mauiwowee, King 'Lude II's Palace:::

"Commander Oman, you're a great military commander, but you leave alot to be desired when it comes to matters of state protocol." Said the king in an irritated voice. "Couldn't you see I was engaged with Dictator Silver? He's a very important guest you know!"

"I'm really sorry sir, but you needed to know this." demurred Admiral Katt W. Oman. "We found the warden from the prison. He's dead. His body was located in the arms locker at the prison itself and that is where the prisoners got the weapons they had on the transports. As best as we can figure it, Capt. Dodger and, obviously, Col. Cearry, along with a few others, cut a deal with the warden and then betrayed him. We have some financial and other documents that indicate Col. Cearry either promised to pay or had paid the Warden the sum of $75,000.00 for access to the weapons locker within an hour of the transport's leaving the prison. The good news is, we have an accurate inventory of what they took from the prison arms locker. In addition to the weapons the prisoners had chosen that were cached on the island awaiting their arrival, they now have 11 Mac10 sub-machine guns, 11 Uzi's 16 .45 caliber Glocks and 4 RPG's with approximately 500 rounds of ammo for each of the sub-machine guns and 100 each for the Glocks and 5 grenades for each RPG. We're assuming each of the military prisoners got an UZI or a Mac10 and obviously Cearry and likely Dodger have an RPG each. We don't know who else might have one of the RPG's or who has the extra sub-machine gun, but the analysts are going over all the existing video with a fine tooth comb to figure that out."

"Good job Commander." said the king. "I'm still pissed at how things have started, but at least we know where they stand. Let our forces going in know about the extra weapons and prepare a weapon's list for the guests that let them know the total of the arsenal possessed by the prisoners. Finally, recall the fighters from active searching. Keep them on patrol 24/7 to contain the island though. Any attempt by one of those transports to return here must be stopped. I don't think they'll try that now, but if they do, shoot 'em down instantly! We've got guests worried they'll try to come back, make sure they don't.

"Yes Sir!"

"Oh, by the way, get Jordan Diehl and Ambassador Levine for Sarizonia up here - politely - but I want her here in my chambers to view the games and to meet the other heads of state and I want to curry some favor with Jordan Deihl. Sarazonia is an important ally and I want they treated that way. Oh, and send the crazed marine contingent a keg of Heiniken and a keg of Guinness on the house. Lets make sure they keep having fun. That's all, you have your orders Commander."

With that the king walked back to rejoin his guests and await the arrival of Ms. Levine.

"Hey guys! Booze!" one of the guys shouted.
"That's all fine and dandy, but you can only drink if you're off-duty! That's an order!" Colonial Brown screamed, "We don't need a drunk protecting the Secretary. If you have a shift within one-two hours, you must remain sober as well. That is all."
"Yes sir!" shouted all the Marines in unison.

Secretary Chapman then went up to Colonial Brown and said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to see the games with King Lude."
"Of course, its your party, we're just invited guest. Johnson, Manfrety, and Kowalski, see to it that the Secretary enjoys the games with King Lude. Do not, I repeat, do not let him out of your sight for even a second. Do you understand me?"
The three men said in unison, "Sir, yes sir!" The four men left for the main hall and the rest went on with the party.

Due to the trouble with Del Folio, Lord Edwin Do'CAlamar talked on his cellular phone often. He watched the games with only mild interest, and often he seemed worried. He constantly looked at papers, but now he seems to finally have stopped. HE chats with the Minister of Spec Ops often now, trying to predict what the prisoners will do next.

"Couldn't they try to simply hide? Wouldn't that be best for them?"

"Not nessasarily....wait....check out the view screen, sir." The minister jolted upright in his chair. "They ... holy.... they're getting rid of the GPS! Shit!"
Lord Do'CAlamar jumped as well. "Does Lude know about this?! How the hell are we gonna figure out where the hell they are?!"

"I don't know sir.....next time I see him I'll ask."

.....

The Marines all stop partying, seeing that the prisoners are taking the GPS out. "Now boys, this will get interesting! Watch and learn!" Colonial Brown shouted.

:::King Lude's Palace:::

King 'Lude II walked back in to join his guests just in time to see the prisoners start to remove their GPS-microphone devices. When he saw what was going on, he began to giggle and finally laugh till the tears streamed out of his eyes.

"What's going on?" said Dictator Silver, "isn't this bad?"

"This is great!" splurted the king between guffaws of laughter as he watched one prisoner after another get sliced on the various screens around the suite. "We knew who we were dealing with and who we were sending to the island, we're not stupid. We figured Col. Cearry and probably a few other of the military prisoners might try to remove their GPS devices. So at the same time we implanted them, they were injected with radioactive tracers that have lodged in their livers, kidneys and pitutary glands. They can remove the GPS devices all they want, we can still track them just as well as we ever could, but of course, they don't know that. Surprise number one gentlemen, I told you we have a few of our own. I'm loving this. Col. Cearry managed to unite and organize the prisoners in a way we tried to prevent, but now, his "army" if you can call it that, is going to waste several hours of thier 24 hour lead time trying to make sure we can't track them and they're gonna be convinced we can't track them once they finish taking out their GPS's and we'll catch 'em with their pants down. " :::continuing to laugh::::

Lord Wacko knocked on the door of the Crazed Marine's quarters which was promptly opened.

"Yes" said the marine.

"Way-ell, I saw what looked like a keg a beer makin' its way int-chere an I was a wondrin' iffen you'd mind if I and ma' personal guards joint ya'll fer a bit?" Drawled Lord Wacko in his deep texan accent. "Ah needs to get inta the swang of thangs a'fer I goes on up and does the national leader hob-nobbin' bit with our host, King 'Lude. Wat kinda name is that anyways? Sure ain't one I've ever heared tell of."

..--_:In King Lude's Chambers:_--..
Paul 'The Mad' sat in the King's Chambers amused at how the events on the screen were turning out.
Dictator: King Lude this is most excellent, both the scotch and the events on the island." Chortled Paul, "This is much better than I ever expected the games to be plus watching on this Television is magnificent. I must have one installed in my palace and bunker. And this Col. Cearry is a most excellent soldier. If he survives I would like to ask your permission to have him come train my special forces." The dictator said to the king, "Oh, and servant, I would like you to call the bookie for me so i can but down a 1.5 Million Dollar bet that the prisoner contingent lose less than 25 Men."
..--_:Meanwhile With The Crazed Marines:_--..
Col. Leary was having a great time with the Crazed Marines but felt it was time to check up on his men guarding Dictator Silver.
Col. Leary: It was a pleasure meeting you and your men Colonel Brown, But i must go check on my Leader. Maybe one time after this is over we should meet up and cross train our men?"

"Colonial Leary, we should do a few wargames...I'll TG y'all when this is over." Colonial Brown then turned to Lord Wacko, "Of course, Lord Wacko, y'all can come in. We were fixing to get out the Jack and Bean..."
"Guys! Listen up! People love our party! Bust out the new VR sim we were working on! Let some of the Lord's men try out our new toy..."
"Lord Wacko, do you want anything to drink? You know how us Bama boys can get thirsty..."

"Colonial Leary, we should do a few wargames...I'll TG y'all when this is over." Colonial Brown then turned to Lord Wacko, "Of course, Lord Wacko, y'all can come in. We were fixing to get out the Jack and Bean..."
"Guys! Listen up! People love our party! Bust out the new VR sim we were working on! Let some of the Lord's men try out our new toy..."
"Lord Wacko, do you want anything to drink? You know how us Bama boys can get thirsty..."


"Jack Black? don' mine iffin I do boys, thanks! At leas someone here knows how ta' make a party. J'all catch that removal of the GPS systems, that Col. Cearry is purty smart iffin ya' ask me. --- What? Shure Major Collidas, go, play yore fancy video games with the others, might do ya' some good. --- So, ya'll are 'Bama boys, we can sure enough handle that! Oh, yeah, hey, I'll betcha $500.00 that, that Col. Cearry guy kills another one 'a those prisoners dudes before the king's guys even get there."

"I say the smart money is on that he will conserve his forces now. He got his point across with the first one. You're on!" Col. Brown said. "I hope your major likes our new VR...just don't tell him that he will feel the pain when he gets hit, but its not bad..."
Just as the Colonial finishedhis sentence, Major Collidas screams in more shock than pain.
One of the men remarked, "Feels like a hornet sting don't it?"
"Hell yeh! Why did you put that in there?"
"To make sure there would be no next time."
"Well, you got your point across!" With that, everyone in the vacinity started to laugh uncontrolably. Colonial Brown said, "We picked the footage off of old videos from the guns and helmets. That's why its so real. If you look on a few levels, our President is on there leading his platoon. That part was taken from my gun camera as well as Colonial Boyd, a friend of mine."
There is a slight pause as the Marines fully realize who Colonial Brown served with during the Secession War.
"So, anyone want some old #7, or maybe a little Jimmy Bean?"
Everyone starts to crowd around the prized whiskey.

Memorandum

TO: Guests
FROM: Admiral Katt W. Oman, Death Penalty Games Co-ordinator
RE: Developments & Prisoner Arms

Dear Honored Guests:

Both his Highness, King 'Lude II and I hope you are enjoying your stay. As an update to the games, please accept this memo that may address your concerns and curiosity.

First: We assure you that there is no chance the prisoners will be returning here in the transports they hijacked. Air Defenses are on full alert and Volcano Island (or the Isle of Smoke as some of you may have heard it called) is under constant ariel surveillance to ensure this doesn't happen. Remember, you're in the palace compound, easily one of the most fortified and defended areas in all of Mauiwowee.

Second: Despite the prisoners' efforts to make sure we could not track them using the implanted GPS devices, please rest assure their efforts were a waste of their time and work to our advantage. We can track them as easily as we ever could due to radioactive tracers, with unique signatures, that are in their organs without their knowledge (our own little trick to thwart the removal of GPS devices that we foresaw as a possibility).

Third: We can also still hear the bulk of their converstation as each and every weapon they carry has a concealed, wireless microphone that will interface with the wireless signals from the many cameras mounted on the island. While the weapon is being fired it will be hard to hear anything above the roar of the weapon, but, when in a fire fight, most people don't say anything interesting anyway. It is when they are planning that we want to hear them. They don't plan and shoot at the same time.

Fourth: attached is a breakdown of the weapons chosen by the prisoners to take with them. As you recall, each prisoner got to choose 2 weapons and all the ammo he could carry for the weapons chosen. These weapons made up the 4 Weapon's cache's that were stored on the island awaiting their arrival. Note that in addition to the weapons shown in the attachment, the prisoners also have 11 Mac10 and 11 Uzi submachine guns, 16 .45 caliber Glock semi-auto pistols and 4 RPG's with plasma or standard grenade capabilities which they somehow managed to smuggle from the prison armorey onto their transports.
Also, 2 prisoners chose non-standard weapons for use in the games. One has a shoulder launched "stinger" anti-aircraft missile system with 10 missiles and one has a personal "direct beam" EMP defensive system. This system has no offensive capabilities at all. It will, however, knock out the electronics, for up to 3 minutes, of anything caught within its beam. The effectiveness of the beam drops with distance from the target but is 100% effective at 150 yards and only 25% effective at 750 yards. The beam itself has an effective focused signal of about 3 feet in diameter at 150 yards. The power pack required to make it work is rather large and heavy though and has only limited capabilities before it is of no use. We estimate the one prisoner with this item will have approximately 30 minutes of full power beam capability before the entire system will be useless to him. So, as you can see, its use will be of little consequence.

Fifth: It will also come as no surprise to you that of 21 prisoners who chose the phased plasma rifles as one of their weapons, 19 of them were the military prisoners.

Finally: Because we know that all of you are interested in Col. Johann F. Cearry and Capt. Bob "Rodger" Dodger, we thought we'd let you know that in addittion to an UZI and an RPG each (from the prison armory), Col. Cearry has one of the phased Plasma Rifles and one of the .40ACP caliber drum fed machine guns. Capt. Dodger also has a phased plasma rifle and one of the .45 caliber sniper capable rifles.

If you have any questions, concerns, comments or are in need of anything at all, please let us or a staff person know. Your amusement and pleasure is our goal. Please note, all the food and drink you desire is on the house. The kitchen is open for room service 24/7 as is the bar. You are also welcome to watch in the royal viewing chamber with King 'Lude anytime you desire. If he's not there, it is just because he's taking a rest or attending to other affairs of state, but he will be there as soon as he can.

Thank you.

_--:Email To Admiral Katt W. Oman:--_
_--:RE:Ammo:--_

The Great Dictator Paul 'The Mad' Silver would like to know how much ammo each prisoner gets per weapon he has?

_--:Email To Admiral Katt W. Oman:--_
_--:RE:Ammo:--_

The Great Dictator Paul 'The Mad' Silver would like to know how much ammo each prisoner gets per weapon he has?

Dictator Silver:

In answer to your e-mail, each prisoner gets as much ammo as he can physically carry in addition to his other standard issue gear with the ammo divided between the weapons chosen on whatever basis the prisoner saw fit to designate. For example, one of the prisoners took 20 plasma grenades and 300 rounds of ammo for his 5.56mm Caliber machine gun/grenade launcher combo and another 200 rounds for his silenced 9mm sub-machine gun. He's pretty encumbered with all that, but he was able to physically carry it.

I hope that answers your question.
Sincerely,
Katt W. Oman

To:Admiral Katt W. Oman
From: Colonial Brown, head of Crazed Marines' security/party
Subject1: Weapons
Subject2: Next Games

Dear Admiral Katt W. Oman,
A few of my men ould like to know if anyone involved in the games asked for miniguns/vulcans. I personally, don't see why someone would not choose these guns, they are so handy in a firefight.

Also, I would like to know if it would be possible for us to use our VR helmets in the next games by using a satellite uplink and the cameras on the island. This would make it possible to really feel in the games.

Thank you for your time,
Colonial Brown

Colonial Brown then went to the keg his men had just emptied.
"Watch this!" the Colonial shouted before drawing his katana his grandfater took off a dead Japanese soldier in WWII. "This keg is made of 12 gague steel. This katana is made of layers of hard and soft steel. Watch this."
Colonial Brown then raised the katana over his head and swung, splitting the keg down the middle, perfectly.
"Now watch."
The Colonial then went to the keg, and placed the two sides together. They fused on contact. Everyone was amazed.
"I split it perfectly at the molecular level without damaging a molecule. It could then be reformed by placing it with the other half. Go ahead and kick it if you want, it won't bust."

To:Admiral Katt W. Oman
From: Colonial Brown, head of Crazed Marines' security/party
Subject1: Weapons
Subject2: Next Games

Dear Admiral Katt W. Oman,
A few of my men ould like to know if anyone involved in the games asked for miniguns/vulcans. I personally, don't see why someone would not choose these guns, they are so handy in a firefight.

Also, I would like to know if it would be possible for us to use our VR helmets in the next games by using a satellite uplink and the cameras on the island. This would make it possible to really feel in the games.

Thank you for your time,
Colonial Brown

Dear Col. Brown:

In reply to your queries, as to using the VR helmets in the next games, if you can supply our programmers with the source code so it can be integrated into our systems, we can have your VR helmets connected to the uplink in our systems within 24 hours. In other words, you don't have to wait until next year's games, we can do it for you now.

As to the choice of vulcans/miniguns, we too have wondered about this. We can only assume that the prisoners were either stupid enough not to know about these weapons (which is hardly likely for the military prisoners, but more than possible for the standard lifers) or, more than likely according to our best estimates, they decided, either collectively or on their own, that the bulk of those weapons and the ammo needed to truly ensure 14 days worth of effective useage wasn't worth it and that the .40ACP machine guns with 100 round drums were sufficient for their needs (you'll note how many prisoners elected those weapons. With a fire rate of 2 rounds/sec. due to their electronic fire controls they are fairly awesome weapons in and off themselves).

Colonial Brown then went to the keg his men had just emptied.
"Watch this!" the Colonial shouted before drawing his katana his grandfater took off a dead Japanese soldier in WWII. "This keg is made of 12 gague steel. This katana is made of layers of hard and soft steel. Watch this."
Colonial Brown then raised the katana over his head and swung, splitting the keg down the middle, perfectly.
"Now watch."
The Colonial then went to the keg, and placed the two sides together. They fused on contact. Everyone was amazed.
"I split it perfectly at the molecular level without damaging a molecule. It could then be reformed by placing it with the other half. Go ahead and kick it if you want, it won't bust."

OOC: M'kay...

:::Volcano Island:::

After a quick run in one of the transports over to Bulging Beach to pick up the last of the arms caches, Col. Cearry confronts his army.

"Ok men" pointing to the bloody pile of GPS/microphone devices that had been removed "they can only track us now by computer "guestimates" of our movements observed on camera and they can't hear us speak at all. Let's give 3 cheers for the 'Butcher!' :::lackluster applause::: "what's wrong men, that didn't sound to hearty."

"Well shit, it hurt" said one of the (non-military) prisoners. Besides, wouldn't it have been easier just to hide up near one of the volcanoes. The tracking is for the people watching the games on TV, not the soldiers that are here. Even with infra-red devices on their weapons, they couldn't track us near the volcanoes."

"Oh, it hurt and we should just hide" said Col. Cearry :::Blam::: his Glock spoke again and the insolent prisoner fell to the ground holding his shin. "There, I bet that hurt too! Ever hear of the best defense being a good offense? I bet not. Go hide, girlie man! Now as I was about to say, oh, yeah, here, take a Glock with you" said the Col. as he tossed one of the smuggled pistols to the wounded prisoner. "Oh, and don't forget, you may need one of these too, to put you out of your misery" and he tossed the prisoner two plasma grenades. "Now get the fuck out of my sight!"

"As I was saying" said Col. Cearry as the prisoner began to wrap a makeshift bandage around his shin "We were origninally supposed to be split into four groups, one on each beach except Panther beach. I expect that is where the king's troops planned on landing. However, I'm sure their plans have changed and you can bet they are watching us now and know what has happened, but they can't hear us (or so the prisoners thought, not realizing their weapons had microphones in them as well). If we split up when we leave here, they'll have hell tracking all of us using just estimates as to our directions and trying to co-ordinate the video from one camera to another. I'd like to shoot out cameras, but I'd rather not waste the ammo. If you see one and feel it advisable, go ahead and shoot it, but don't just shoot a camera for the sake of killing a video feed, make sure it is worth it. As to our plans; Rodger Dodger and I have been discussing that. Since we have screwed up the king's orignal plans, we think it likely that that SEALs and Black Berets will come ashore in 2 separate groups at two separate locations. We know that is what we'd do if we were in their boots right now. So this is what we're gonna do . . ."

:::laughing hysterically::: "that'll teach ya' Major Collidas! Ya' want one them there VR dealies now?" :::laughing::: "Hey, Col. Brown do ya' wanna' . . . Shit! Where the hell did ya' get that sword? That beats the living hell outta ma' Texas Ranger's sabre. An' talk about gettin' the last drop outta a' keg. Mine iffin I take a look at that?" :::checking view screen::: "Hey, check it out. That Col. Cearry dude just shot another pris'ner. Damn! didn't kill 'em though. I guess I owe someone $500.00. Hey, whatcha think they are 'a plannin' now Col. Brown? Sounds like a divide -n-conquer strategy ta' me. This memo says they got themselves a stinger missile launcher too. That could make for some interesting fireworks if they ambush the king's dudes. Hey, you, sorry, don't know yer' name and taint tryin' ta' be rude marine, but you got that Jack Black an ah' needs another shot."

OOC: if my attempt to write in a Texas drawl is getting on anyone's nerves I'll stop, just let me know. I just thought it might add to the RP aspect of the situation.

To: Admiral Katt W. Oman
From: Colonial Brown
Subject: VR

Ok. Here's the source code.
Note: attachment included

*********************************

Tex:
"I got that from my Grandfather. He was in WWII, and picked it up off a dead Japanese officer. Over the two generations, we have honer its blade and trained ourselves to use it. It saved my life a few times over. Any we do occasionaly get the extra booze using that...By the Way, here's some." Colonial Brown stated.
*the Colonial then hands a bottle of whiskey to the Texan*

The Colonial thinks for a few minutes and says, "I think he'll hit them at some expected insertion zones. Try and take out as many dropships as possible so he won't have to fight a full force. He was right, though. I would insert somewhere different. The Volcano's too risky to insert into, and the regular insertion would be anticipated. I'd have to come from the small river-like thingie over to the East, and SCUBA all the way there."

Dear Col. Brown:
Thank for the code. Our engineers say you should be able to link your VR units into the network and link with the cameras on the island by the time our forces land tommorrow. They will need to log into the system with the user name "Marines" and the password "Semper_Fi" Multiple logins are OK. Once logged in a user need only indicate the prisoner he wishes to track and he will be able to follow that prisoner directly. A list of all 99 prisoners (including the now wounded one) left is attached. The computer has also been directed to send your VR user the "pain" signal anytime the prisoner being tracked appears to have been hit with gunfire, etc. Let us know if you have any questions or problems.
Sincerely,
Katt W. Oman

P.S. Our engineers were most impressed by the programming and code you sent us. "Very Tight Code" is the quote I heard most often.

attachment: NamesList.txt


:::On Volcano Island:::

"OK" said Col. Cearry. "Here are the rules. Everyone fights, no one quits, if you're not doing your job I'll shoot you myself. We're gonna get some shut-eye now. The kings forces will land in about 12 hours or so. You'll get your orders as to where you are going about two hours or so before they arrive. However, we're gonna split up and screw their video tracking. Once the landing force is about an hour out from the island, they will lose all tracking ability and have to rely on their training to find and eliminate us. We're gonna be waiting for them though. They'll have no idea where we are. We can only guess how they'll come in, but believe me, we know how they think and can make some damn good guesses. Get some shut eye now though.

With that, Col. Cearry turned to "Rodger" Dodger, "OK Dodger, we got some planning to do, come on over hear away from the men"

Setting his weapon down, "Rodger" Dodger walked off with Col. Cearry, out of the earshot of the microphones mounted in their weapons.

:::King Lude's Palace:::

"dammit" said the king "we can't hear what they're up to."

"I realize that" your highnes said Admiral Oman "but they don't know we can track or hear them at all, that is to our advantage. We'll know their plans in plenty of time for our forces to organize their invasion of the island. I can tell you now though, unless they do something really unexpected, the SEAL teams are going to split up into 3 groups when they land. We're going to land a group with a mini sub in Dead Man's bay and have them SCUBA up the river to the foot of Mount Death, probably 30 of them. Another group of 30 will use mini subs and SCUBA up the river to Tear Lake. The remainder will land at the river mouth at the north-east corner of South Beach. The group at Tear Lake will swing up to Bulging Beach make sure it's clear or if not, run them back to the group at the foot of Mt. Death, trapping them. Once those two groups have hooked up, they'll swing down the river towards Eye Lake. The other group by South Beach will fan out headed west clearing everything South and East of Eye lake, the two groups will rendevous at the north end of Eye Lake where they'll push north and west to drive prisoners back to Mt. Suprise. Meanwhile, the Black Berets will airlift in a group of 30 to Nipple beach, they'll clear the southern penninsula driving anyone their over to Panther Beach where they'll be trapped and decimated. They will then, as quickly as possible head straight north then west to mop up anything left by the SEALs and drive prisoners towards the SEALS waiting at the north of Eye Lake. The remaining Black Berets will land on the north west corner of South Beach, at the river mouth, and fan out, headed straight north to Mt. Suprise. The idea being to contain the prisoners between all forces back at Mt. Suprise and Head Beach. Here, I've drawn it on the map for you."

http://img87.exs.cx/img87/2893/VolcanoIslebattleplan.jpg


"Good job soldier, carry on!" said King 'Lude. "It appears you have things under control"

The dictator Levi walked into King ‘Lude’s office and knocked on the wall. He had his viceroy with him and had packed a suitcase.

“I apologize King ‘Lude, but I must take a temporary absence. I appreciate your hospitality and promise to return once my business is complete, but we’ve reached a breakthrough with Salidon, a country that recently broke off of us. If I don’t go in person, it might offend them, and my economy is finally benefiting from helping them out in their time of need. Now if you’ll excuse me,” Levi said, nodding his head.

Colonial Brown walks away from the computer and says, "All right men, you can put the VRs on. Remember that you can turn off the pain if you want. You should also be able to 'walk' the battlefield with the joysticks. Open it up."

As the Colonial says that, two men bring in a crate that nobody realized was there, and opens it up using crowbars. Inside are fifty or so VR systems. Some of the men grab them.
"Ok, if you want one, grab it. the username is 'Marines' and password is 'Semper_Fi'. You Texans can get them if you want them also."

OOC: Im beginning to think of pulling out of this thread....claiming a national emergency which sends my guys back to Ybronneb....I am swamped with homework and can't post very often anymore....Sry. I'll try to post sometime soon.....

King 'Lude II spoke: "Dictator Levi, there is no need to apologize for the need to attend to important affairs of state, we understand completely. We are pleased you were able to come for as long as you did and truly hope you have enjoyed your visit. Please, if you are able to finish your business, feel free to return. There are still 14 days of the games left, unless the prisoners all die before that time" :::laughing:::

"Please, however, take this before you leave :::handing Dictator Levi a oaken plaque with an gold plate on it engraved to commerate the 50 Anniversary of the Death Penalty Games, trimmed in silver with native, Maouiwoween Diamonds, the plaque was easily worth $25,000.00 or more, just for the materials it was made of ::: Also Dictator, at the airport you will find one of these aircraft :::handing a photo to the Dictator:::waiting to escort your plane out of Mauiwowee. This escort plane is yours to keep and do with as you see fit. The planes specs are on the back of the photo. We had planned on giving the national leader of each visiting country one of these plaques and planes as a parting gift at the end of the games and as a way of saying thank you. Since you must leave now, please accept our gift now."

http://img42.exs.cx/img42/9116/finalad.jpg



Aircraft Type: Air superiority/ multirole
Manufacturer: The E-Tek corporation
Crew: One
Powerplant: Two KLM-112A PDE/Turbofan hybrids 3D vector-thrusted + supercruise capable at mach 2.8
Powerplant output: 42,700 kg each
VTOL capable: Yes
Max speed: Mach 4.5
Dimensions: Wingspan: 14.92 meters Overall length: 18.47 meters Height: 4.58 meters
Flight systems:
>AI assisted laser targeting computer
>WHUD virtual environment cockpit
>WARNET satellite uplink
Sensors:
>LIDAR
>RADAR (pulse DOPPLER)
>Infrared system (thermal imager)
>Material detecting sensor
>Night-vision system
ECM:
>AI controlled LAMS (laser anti missile system)
>AI controlled computer/missile jamming system
Stealth systems:
>New Empirian made "Athena Mk-III" active stealth system
>Built in RADAR absorbent materials
>"Shade"II active camouflage system (scenery mimicking fiber optics)
>Heat masking on engines and some weapon systems (aerogel)
Maneuverability aiding systems:
>360 degree thrust vectoring
>Mission adaptive/aero elastic wings (micro hydraulics)
>Variable geometry "swing wings" rotate from forward swept to swept on a horizontal axis for increased speed.
>Three small gyroscopes are mounted throughout the aircraft for increased stability and maneuverability
Weapons systems:
>One 25mm SRK-110 "Mauler" hyper velocity gatling cannon mounted under cockpit
>One Markovian made "Avenger" anti-aircraft HELLADS (High Energy Liquid Laser Area Defense System) rated at 305 Kw per one pulse mounted in front of the cockpit along the nose.
>15 (concealed) modifiable munitions bays: 8 forward mounted mini missile compartments + 7 underwing MRM/LRM bays

"Col. Brown, I got's me an idee. Lets us take a few of these here VR dealie woppers up to King 'Lude's chambers and get him to try 'em out. I 'taint never seen no king jump, an I'd love ta' see 'im feel what its like ta' git shot. I'll leave my man here with your guys, he seems to be havin' fun now that he's got the hang of them thar things. Whatcha say? 'Sides, I'm a wantin' ta hear what he's got planned fer them pris'ners."

"Yeah, good idea. Bubba, help me get a few of these VR helmets to king Lude. Anyone else want to come?"
Three Marines come foward, each grabbing 3 headsets a piece. The group then starts to make its way to the King.

"Knock-Knock. 's anyone here?" Said Lord Wacko as he entered the king's private viewing chambers. "Its Lord Wacko of Texarkania and a few Crazed Marines come ta' visit ya' yore highness, we got's us a su'prize for ya'."

"Knock-Knock. 's anyone here?" Said Lord Wacko as he entered the king's private viewing chambers. "Its Lord Wacko of Texarkania and a few Crazed Marines come ta' visit ya' yore highness, we got's us a su'prize for ya'."

"come in, come in Lord Wacko. I figured you crazy Texan would be up here as soon as you got good and liquored up :::laughing politely::: What have you got there? Welcome, Col. Brown, we hope you and your men are enjoying yourselves. Oh, those are the VR helmets Admiral Oman was telling me about. Yeah, I'd like to try one of those out. That sounds fascinating, hang on a second :::shouting to the back::: Oman, get you butt out here, Col. Brown of Crazed Marines is here with some of the VR helmets, I know you'd like to check them out too. Col. Brown, we were just about to email our current strategy to the guests, but since you're here, as a military strategist yourself, we'd be interested in your comments on our plan :::showing the map that Admiral Oman had prepared a few posts back::: "Whatta you think Col.?"

"I say the smart approach is to scuba into the island scattered into eight groups, meet up at a point, probably the volcano. Then you should sweep the island, but watch out for snipers." Colonial Brown said, "OH yeah, make sure that switch is turned on..."
The Colonial starts to snigger.

:::snorking back a laugh::: Lord Wacko whispered to Col. Brown "this here is gonna be good! I'll betcha $100.00 and the finest steak in all Amarillo that he pee's 'is pants the first time one 'a them thar pris'ners gets shot."

:::speaking to King 'Lude::: "Yore highness, whatcha got up yore sleeve in these here games? Puttin' the radioactive tracers in them dudes was a helluva good idee. But wat elsin you plannin' on doin' to 'em?"

OOC: Yeah...unfortunately I just can not remain in this thread. I have WAY too much homework and am already involved in WAY too many other threads....sorry everyone. Here it goes:

IC: Lord Edwin Do'Calamar's secure cell phone rang.
"Yes?" he answered.
*Muffled speaking from other end of line*
"I see....I will return immediately." Do'Calamar replied to the man on the phone.

Lord Do'Calamar immediately gave orders to the Vipers to pack up the Ybronneb area of the viewing auditorium. Then he went in to King Lude's private viewing chambers to express his apologies for leaving early. He claims "Matters of state, and of the war with Del Folio". Then, cape twirling behind him, he left to the landing strip where he was picked up by his private plane. The Vipers would stay for another day and then return to Ybronneb.

OOC: I figure if I get time I can RP using the Vipers....who knows....*sigh*

OOC: Yeah...unfortunately I just can not remain in this thread. I have WAY too much homework and am already involved in WAY too many other threads....sorry everyone. Here it goes:

IC: Lord Edwin Do'Calamar's secure cell phone rang.
"Yes?" he answered.
*Muffled speaking from other end of line*
"I see....I will return immediately." Do'Calamar replied to the man on the phone.

Lord Do'Calamar immediately gave orders to the Vipers to pack up the Ybronneb area of the viewing auditorium. Then he went in to King Lude's private viewing chambers to express his apologies for leaving early. He claims "Matters of state, and of the war with Del Folio". Then, cape twirling behind him, he left to the landing strip where he was picked up by his private plane. The Vipers would stay for another day and then return to Ybronneb.

OOC: I figure if I get time I can RP using the Vipers....who knows....*sigh*

OOC: I understand, don't sweat it. Just to cut things short, just like we did a few posts back, King 'Lude II will give you a gold, silver and diamond plaque and a new, super cool jet fighter. ;)

OOC: lol....ok

King 'Lude II spoke: "Dictator Levi, there is no need to apologize for the need to attend to important affairs of state, we understand completely. We are pleased you were able to come for as long as you did and truly hope you have enjoyed your visit. Please, if you are able to finish your business, feel free to return. There are still 14 days of the games left, unless the prisoners all die before that time" :::laughing:::

"Please, however, take this before you leave :::handing Dictator Levi a oaken plaque with an gold plate on it engraved to commerate the 50 Anniversary of the Death Penalty Games, trimmed in silver with native, Maouiwoween Diamonds, the plaque was easily worth $25,000.00 or more, just for the materials it was made of ::: Also Dictator, at the airport you will find one of these aircraft :::handing a photo to the Dictator:::waiting to escort your plane out of Mauiwowee. This escort plane is yours to keep and do with as you see fit. The planes specs are on the back of the photo. We had planned on giving the national leader of each visiting country one of these plaques and planes as a parting gift at the end of the games and as a way of saying thank you. Since you must leave now, please accept our gift now."

http://img42.exs.cx/img42/9116/finalad.jpg

Dictator Levi smiled and nodded, taking the plaque.

"I appreciate the gifts greatly, and I assure you that I'll be back within the next week. Hopefully, if negotiations go well, I can get here within a matter of 4 days at best."

He left, his enterage of bodyguards and officials following him out to the hangar where a dropship picked him and his jet fighter up. He flew out, hoping he can make it back before anything interesting happens.

OOC: I'll probably be able to post more once I get this biology report done. Let me tell you, college's a bitch.

OOC: I'll probably be able to post more once I get this biology report done. Let me tell you, college's a bitch.

OOC: I know, I teach it. :) You have one report to write, I had 57 tests to grade this week and a 50 page budget and program report due next week, plus I still have to do lesson plans and show up for class.

OOC: I'm going to start up the games with the King's forces landing tommorow RL if at all possible. In the meantime, Here is a map of Mauiwowee. Note: Volcano Island is at the top middle of the map and we're in Buddsville, the capitol city on Ghost Isle. I'd really like some comments though on my efforts to make a good map.

Notes about the map:

1. "X" = a major military base, sorry, but I won't reveal if it is navy, air force, etc. (national security you know). Note also, not all are associated with major cities.

2. Note the volcanoes (black & yellow dots with names in red) Mt. Death and Mt. Surprise on Volcano/Smoke island are the most active and Mt. Clogged would seem to be a threat worthy of close monitoring. Mt. Prostate and Mt. Stem are the least active.

3. Please, just for fun, study the map carefully, there are many inside jokes as well as a fair amount of geological accuracy (i.e. note how the islands' names accurately reflect their shapes and how they probably fit together many thousands of years ago.)

4. On Earth V I own Australia, Hawaii and French Polynesia and this map doesn't count. However, I'll note in the involved thread that I'm RP'ing on whether it is an Earth V RP, otherwise use this map when RP'ing with me.

5. For those not used to reading relief maps, the lighter the area of the land mass, the higher the elevation.

6. If you have any other questions, please either post here, TG me or post in another thread I'm active in.

Thank you for your support :)

http://img4.exs.cx/img4/1714/MauiwoweeMap.jpg

"You've got the smart money...no bet...I've got half of this month's pay on these games." Colonial Brown said, "I usually take the smart money."

OOC: about the map: BAHAHAHA awesome

Soooooooo

exactly what kind of plants grow on leaf island?

OOC: profitable plants

Soooooooo

exactly what kind of plants grow on leaf island?

ummmmm, tulips..yeah, that's it, tulips, tulips, that's the ticket :D

OOC: about the map: BAHAHAHA awesome

thanks, glad ya' like it.

:::On Volcano Smoke Island:::

Col. Cearry, leader of the prisoner "army" spoke:

"Ok men, the king's forces will be landing in less than an hour. They know, that right now, we're all at Head Beach, but that we've got 3 transports and can get anywhere we want pretty damn fast. They know what weapons we have too. However, they won't know where we are when they land since we no longer have GPS devices on us and they will lose the video feed from the cameras any minute now if they haven't lost it already. With no GPS devices and useless infared due to the volcanoes, we have our best advantage now, when they first land. So here is what we're gonna do.

First, they're gonna split their forces up some way. I bet the SEALs will SCUBA in somewhere and I'll get to that in a minute. However, there is NO way they're going to not land on either Nipple Beach or Panther Beach, they won't do both, but they will do one, they've got to if they want to ensure a clearing of the penninsula on this island. And I'm betting on Nipple Beach. So, squad 1 :::indicating 33 men previously designated as Squad 1::: you're with Capt. Dodger, I'm giving you the Stinger missile launcher. You are to follow his orders, he'll know how to deploy you, take 'em out when they land, before they get organized. He'll tell you what to do next. Load up!! :::squad 1, under the command of Capt. Bob "Rodger" Dodger loaded into transport #1 and headed toward's Nipple Beach, flying at tree top level:::

"Squad 2, :::indicating another 33 men::: you're with me. We've got 2 RPG's and the other weapons we chose. We're going to go to the foot of Mt. Death and wait. One way or another, the king's guys will have to go by us. When they try, WHAM we're going to take them out before they can hook up with anyone else."

Squad 3, you're going with Major Patch Millstone. He is a Marine special forces commander with jungle special ops. experience that beat's all. You get the other 2 RPG's and and the Personal EMP generator, by the way, whoever picked that as a weapon is to be commended, I didn't think of that and I think it's gonna be handy before this is all over. Anyway, you're going to the northern shore of Eye Lake, between the rivers. You are our surprise team. No matter where they come from, you'll be there to take them out. Major Millstone knows what to do. Get going :::the 32 members of Maj. Millstone's squad take off in transport #3 and Col. Cearry's group leaves in transport #2:::

OOC: just a reminder, one prisoner is dead and one was wounded and kicked out of Col. Cearry's army with a Glock and 2 Plasma grenades. As to the division of the military prisoners:

Rodger Dodger has all the Black Berets with him, Col. Cearry has all the SEALs with him and Major Millstone has all the Marine Special Forces with him.

:::King Lude's Palace::::

King 'Lude II spoke to his guests:

"This is gonna be good people. We know where the prisoners are going and they don't know we know. You won't miss any of the action. It is true our forces on the island won't know what we know, but that is part of the fun of the games. And for our forces that are landing to hunt the prisoners, that is part of the challenge. We do have one surprise though, something that might make things interesting for our troops and the prisoners. Something that neither one of them are aware of, but might just turn out to be the deciding factor in this. At the foot of Mt. Suprise is a set of cages, 75 to be exact. In each cage is or should I say, was since I had them released about 15 minutes ago, a full grown, healthy and well cared for tiger. Well, I'll say it is well cared for except for one thing. None of them have eaten anything in over 72 hours. Believe me when I say they are HUNGRY! Random tiger attacks could make things interesting. The tigers too have a GPS in them and you can track them if you care too. Just choose the "tiger" sub-menu on your systems. Folks, our troops will land in about 30 minutes. I'm going to smoke a joint, put on one of the VR helmets Crazed Marines has so kindly provided and watch the landings.

"Tigers...nice!" one of the Marines said, "This will prove to be even more bloody than I we expected."

Colonial Brown then goes to King Lude and asks, "We like this idea. Would y'all mind if we made our own version of this and sanction it, and you'd get a nice cut and all..."

The benevolent dictator Levi is rushed back to the palace in a jet fighter along with the same officials he went to Salidon with. His plane is being accompanied by a number of other jets, ready to take on anyone who would intercept him. They land in the hangar and proceed to greet King Lude again.

"Greetings, King 'Lude. The negotiations were faster than I thought, and I need a well-deserved break. I've been keeping up with the games on TV, but it doesn't compare to the beasts of an entertainment center you have. If you excuse me, I need to rest in my room."

Levi bows his head and returns to his room, plopping on one of the beds and taking a cold one out of the cooler. He smiles in delight as he watches a tiger frantically ravage for food.

"Whoa!" said Lord Wacko. "Tigers, this heres a turnin' out better'n I thought it would. I'd-a used mountain lions, but hey, ta' each his own." :::whispering to Col. Brown:::"and I was a thinkin' it'd be good when a prisoner got shot while 'Lude was a wearin' one of them helmets. I can't wait ta' see it when a tiger gets someone."

"Hey, Admiral Oman. How prepped' are yore guys goin' in? Them ones headed fer Nipple Beach are-a walkin' right inta that Rodger Dodger fella and some stinger missiles ya' know."

Colonial Brown whispers to Lord Wacko, "It would have been funny for the shooting, but this is gonna be good..."

"King Lude, I would advise you to inform your men to SCUBA to the mountain and clear the island from there. It would be foolish not to."

The High Ruler of the Holy Republic of Camel Eaters is asking for a last minute reservation he tried to contact you earlier but was unable to. A small jet is hovering over Mauiwoweei airspace waiting for clearance to land.

The High Ruler of the Holy Republic of Camel Eaters is asking for a last minute reservation he tried to contact you earlier but was unable to. A small jet is hovering over Mauiwoweei airspace waiting for clearance to land.

"This is the tower to Camel Eater's Airforce 1, you are cleared to land on runway #1. A high speed transport chopper is at the end of the runway waiting to escort you directly to the palace. Customs inspections will take place on board the chopper. The plane will hangared in a secure hangar for you. Congratuations on a succesful Barbecue and welcome to Mauiwowee, we hope you enjoy your stay."

:::King 'Lude's Palace:::

"Col. Brown, we'd be more than happy to license the games to you, we'll even rent you Volcano Smoke Island to conduct them on if you wish. All we'd ask is a fair rental for the island, 30 days advance notice and free TV rights for our citizens so that they might enjoy the games with you. We would also make available to your military a space at the Watchout Naval Base (OOC: see map of Mauiwowee) for use during your staging of the games if you needed. Oh yeah, I'm sure some of the SEALs will SCUBA in, I just don't know exactly where unless the follow the previously published potential attack plan, this could be interesting though if our boys hit Nipple Beach and are suprised by Rodger Dodger's crew with a Stinger Missile or two."

"Lord Wacko, yeah, I know our men headed for Nipple Beach, if that is in fact where they decide to go, are headed into a trap. That is part of what makes the games so good each year. They only know where the prisoners are until they get about an hour away from the island. Oh, and I'm glad you like the tiger idea. Mountain lions and cougars would be good as well, it's just that tigers are easier to get here in the south pacific area of the world. To tell you the truth, what we really wanted were african black panthers, but alas, no go."

"To all my guests, I am informed that Camel Eaters is joining us, hopefully they will arrive in time to see our guys land and the battles really get under way. In the meantime, if you have any questions, please let me, Admiral Oman or one of our security personnel or hostesess know."

:::On Volcano Smoke Island:::

With the King's Black Beret Landing Force

Major Richard Head spoke: "OK men, we're going in. We don't know where the prisoners are now, but at last word they were on Head Beach. There's no way they all, if any, stayed there though. Col. Cearry is pretty smart, but were the Black Berets, we'll out do those navy SEAL fuckers any day, right men?"

"HOO-YAH!!" was the unanimous reply from the 50 Black Berets in the transport ship.

"If I know Col. Cearry, and I do" continued Maj. Head "he's expecting someone to land on Nipple Beach and try to sweep up the penninsula. Well, we're not going to oblige him. Lieutenant Jackson is staying with the boat. We're going to land on Bulging Beach and head down the Pennisula and hook up again with Lt. Jackson on Panther beach to motor over to South Beach once the Penninsula is clear. Our other 50 men are going to land on Head Beach since we're sure they will leave that area since they know that we know that's where they had gathered to make their plans. Our guys will make sure that area's clear and then head south and east toward's Eye Lake where we'll hook up. We're gonna take these bastards out and demolish the Navy's team in the process!"

"HOO-YAH!!"

With the King's Navy SEAL's Force

"OK team" said Major Arse Whipe addressing his 60 SEALs, "We're gonna SCUBA in to the foot of Mt. Death. Col. Cearry's not stupid, he knows he is out manned and he's going to play the "mountain sniper, lets do a raid" game to try and take us all out. He'll also expect us to SCUBA in and will likely figure we'll head for either Tear Lake or one of the rivers that feeds Eye Lake. If we go in up Dead Man's river to the foot of Mt. Death, we'll be in the position to effectively cut this island in half and isolate any troops Cearry has on the Pennisula. The Beret Boys may take them out there, but Cearry not's gonna put the bulk of his force there, that'd be stupid. Our other two 20 men teams are gonna SCUBA up the rivers on the west side of the island with on group coming up in Hemmroid Lake west of Eye lake and the other group going all the way to the foot of Mt. Surprise. They're gonna move south towards Eye Lake and then South Beach killing anything that moves. We're gonna catch their back. Once we know nothing is coming from the Penninsula, we'll head south too and mop up the main part of the island all the way to South Beach. We'll teach those fairy Black Berets a thing or two in the process as well."

"W00T, W00T, W00T, W00T!!!" chanted the SEALs.

With Rodger Dodger's Prisoner Force

"Damn, they should be here by now" thought Rodger Dodger. "Something's gone wrong. That frickin' prison warden said for sure they were gonna send a force to Nipple Beach, it makes sense they would. But where the hell are they? Col. Cearry's not going to like this, he doesn't like suprises." :::Signalling his men back to the transport::: "ok guys, they're not coming here, if they were they'd be here by now. We're in plan 'B' now, load up."

With Col. Cearry

"Stupid Ass wipes" said Col. Cearry to his men. "They think they're so smart, gonna try and SCUBA up Dead Man's rive and cut the island in half. This is gonna be like shooting fish in a barrel. OK men, wait until we've seen at least 30 men exit the water, that's the minimum amount they'll be sending in and then its party time." Returning to the Transport, well hidden in the rocky terrain at the foot of Mt. Death, Col. Cearry began a coded transmission to the 3rd Transport "Plan B" it said. That's all it needed to say.

The High Ruler's jet lands and he runs to the viewing area throwing a bag of chips onto a table he grabs a helmet thing and sits back he turns to King Lude and says sorry you weren't able to make it to the Barbeque we will be holding one on Saturday hosted by Generic Empire accept now it will be called UBERSTOCK.

Whoops posted with a puppet on accident.

***At the CM suite***
"Hey guys, the Dreamland ribs are here!"
"WOOHOO!"
The 20 slabs from the famous ribs place in Alabama were thrown upon like a pack of hungry wolves had descended upon them. There were small fights over who got how much food, but nothing more than a slap or two across the face.

***At the CM suite***
"Hey guys, the Dreamland ribs are here!"
"WOOHOO!"
The 20 slabs from the famous ribs place in Alabama were thrown upon like a pack of hungry wolves had descended upon them. There were small fights over who got how much food, but nothing more than a slap or two across the face.

needs a bump while I work on another thread. Anyone care to join in, the first tiger attack is about to happen. Guess where CM?

OOC: let me post the attack plz...it'll be cool
IC:
"Let me guess, the stupid guy on the mountain's about to be killed." Colonial Brown says as he selects 'Tiger' in the sub-menu. He sees one possible attacker and switches to it.
The tiger is hungry, the VR left nothing out, the Colonial feels despirate hunger in the belly of the beast. It smells its prey, and so does the Colonial. The cat is quietly climbing to the top of the mountain, above its prey. It smells the blood in the air as the guy is crying from the pain. The cat is about fifteen feet above the prisoner, waiting and watching. The prisoner sets aside his sidearm and grenades so he can change out the dressing on his wounds. The tiger recognizes the gun and knows that the guy is now defenceless. The tiger also sees the prisoner changing his bandages, and knowing that this is the time to strike. The tiger pounces in a heartbeat, jumping on the man, who was dead beforre he could scream. Five inch claws from a two ton animal travelling at thirty plus miles per hour tends to do that to you. The beast then begins to chow down on the corpse.

"GEEZE LOUISE!", Colonial Brown screams,"You techies didn't have to include taste on that thing, did you? Someone hand me some Mountain Dew to wash that down, and definately not code red!"

OOC: pretty good CM, that wasn't who I was gonna kill, but that's OK, I'll accept it and let it stand. BTW though, the largest Bengal tiger on record only weighed 845 lbs., not two tons. average weights is around 600 lbs. or so.

BTW: If anyone else wants to RP an encounter, TG me and I'll give you a scenario to handle that fits my overall plan for the outcome of the games. With several hundred people on the island and some hungry tigers, there are dozens of scenarios that could be RP'd. It'll make the thread even better if we have several different people RP'ing an encounter from several different viewpoints

IC:

King 'Lude II jumped out of his seat when the tiger bit into the man. He could literally feel the claws ripping the man apart and it hurt. He even screamed a little, something the prisoner hadn't had a chance to do. He ripped the VR helmet off his head. "Damn Col. Brown, those are almost a little too good. I'm not sure "virtual reality" is a proper name, how about just plain "reality" helmets?" :::smiling, and obviously impressed and pleased:::

Current Overall Score

Prisoners: 8 kills (Transport pilots)
Prisoners: 2 deaths
Tigers: 1 kill
SEALs: 0 kills or deaths
Black Berets: 0 kills or deaths

Individual stats for Leaders

Col. Cearry: 5 kills (4 transport pilots and 1 prisoner)
Col. Dodger: 4 Kills (4 transport pilots)

:::On Col. Dodger's transport:::

As Col. Dodger flew his transport back to the rendevous point for the Plan 'B' operation he was thinking "Damn, they didn't land on Nipple Beach like we thought they would. I wonder what they're up to." Suddenly, his attention was grabbed by a trail of smoke heading almost straight up and then an explosion in the sky. "Holy hell! That came from Col. Cearry's position, who the hell is giving us away?"

:::With Col. Cearry:::

Col. Cearry had just put down the mike from his "Plan B" broadcast to transport #3 when he heard the scream. Looking out the cockpit window, he was just in time to see one of his men jumped on by a large tiger. The man fell on his back and "Shit!" thought Col. Cearry because as he fell, the RPG he held in his hand, the one he had been getting ready to fire on the unsuspecting SEALs exiting the river below launched almost straight up, just like a flair. The launch of the RPG startled the tiger and it backed of the man, he was still alive, but Cearry new he wouldn't live long. The tiger's attack had ripped open half his neck and the claws had torn his shoulder to pieces. He was bleeding profusely and it was a blood flow that couldn't be stopped. Meanwhile, the tiger had turned its attention to another one of Col. Cearry's men and was after him. He was running, but he couldn't outrun a tiger, Cearry new that. What was most disturbing was that his position was now revealed to the SEALs below and at least some of those jerk lifers were scattering out of fear from the tiger. His military men held their ground and just as the tiger leaped on the back of the 2nd prisoner, one of them let loose with a hail of bullets from his submachine gun. A 2nd prisoner was dead, but so was the tiger. "Fuck, thought Col. Cearry, we gotta get back on track, fast!" and then "Tigers, where the hell did tigers come from? This island has been abandoned for years ever since they shut down . . . Goddamn, I forgot, the bio-med research facility. Hot damn, I got an idea."
Keying the mike again he blared into it 'Dodger, ya' hear me? Get here fast, forget plan 'B' something has come up. Transport 3, do your bit for plan 'B' I'll clue you in later."

Looking back out the transport's cockpit, he saw his men doing their job. another prisoner had picked up the dead man's RPG and was loading it. Their other RPG man, realizing that their advantage of surprise had been lost had fired his RPG at the SEALs below and was loading a second one. Periodic bursts of gunfire were raining down on the SEALs from his men as they took pot shots. "It's like shooting fish in a barrel" Thought Col. Cearry for the 2nd time in the past 10 minutes. That thought was interrupted by the explosion off to his right from a SEAL launched RPG coming in from below. "They're shooting blind" he said outloud.

:::With the SEALs at the river:::

As the men began to exit the river their CO looked around. He didn't see anything, but something didn't feel right. As a SEAL with 15 years experience, much in actual combat situations, he trusted his gut. If it didn't feel right, it wasn't right.

"Hurry up men" he said, we gotta get up to those rocks" At that moment he heard a scream from up in the rocks he had been indicating and saw a RPG launch almost straight up. "What the F. . ." just then, he saw the 2nd RPG headed straight at them "INCOMING!" he yelled and dove for cover. He saw the first few bullets start to hit the water as he dove for cover. The explosion of the Rocket Propelled Grenade was deafening. He turned around as he scrambled away in time to see one of his men take a bullet in the right side of his head and he watched in horror as the brains and half his skull blew out the other side. He saw one of his men grab on of the RPG's they had brought and fire wildly up in the direction the attack was coming from. "Damn it all, this wasn't a good start" he thought.

Current Overall Score

Prisoners: 12 kills (8 Transport pilots, 4 SEALs)
Prisoners: 4 deaths
Tigers: 3 kills, 1 Death
SEALs: 0 kills, 4 deaths
Black Berets: 0 kills or deaths

Individual stats for Leaders

Col. Cearry: 5 kills (4 transport pilots and 1 prisoner)
Col. Dodger: 4 Kills (4 transport pilots)
Ranger Smith (a Prisoner): 2 kills

Colonial Brown turned to King Lude, "Well, it's a training tool. It's supposed to hurt so you won't want to get hurt in the field."

Markos simply loved these things. He hadn't been able to tear himself away from the screen ever since he'd put one on. He had switched to the viewpint of a prisoner he didn't know who he didn't care. There was another man in front of him on the viewscreen they were trying to flank the landed SEALS. One of the SEALS noticed where the guy he was watching was both were in eight man groups. Fire broke out on both sides a bullet through right past his head hitting a man behind him. The SEALS had quickly taken cover behind a rock formation less than a yard from were they had been. It seemed as if the jungle had opened up and let everyone see where the prisoners were. A hot bullet sliced through the gut of the man Markos was using. He felt intense pain and vomitted a little. The man didn't give up easily though when a SEAL stood stupidly stood up he got a nice talking to from Mr. Lead. Markos had an affection for the prisoner already. The SEALs were enraged at the death of their fellow and the fire intensified. Markos split over to the SEAL commander he heard their plan. Carnage ahoy!!! Markos screamed as three of the remainig seven SEALs each threw a grenade at the mass of prisoners. The one Markos was looking through was torn to bits Markos felt his arm being disconnected from his body. The three prisoners that were left ran as fast as they could with their tails between their legs.
"Oh hell yeah that was awesome." Markos stood up and did the soccer goal sign before sitting back down. He thumbed through the channels trying to find a tiger he really wanted to see what human flesh tatsted like.

OOC: Good job CE. Texarkania going to post an RP too then I'll be back with more.

Current Overall Score

Prisoners: 13 kills (8 Transport pilots, 5 SEALs)
Prisoners: 9 deaths
Tigers: 3 kills, 1 Death
SEALs: 5 kills, 5 deaths
Black Berets: 0 kills or deaths

Individual stats for Leaders

Col. Cearry: 5 kills (4 transport pilots and 1 prisoner)
Col. Dodger: 4 Kills (4 transport pilots)
Ranger Smith (a Prisoner): 2 kills
Sgt. Marconi (SEAL) 2 kills

"Hey, ya'll, check it out, this here's gonna be a battle ta' beat all!" said Lord Wacko as he clicked the remote and changed the main view screen's picture to focus in on the prisoners in transport #3 led by Marine Special Forces lifer (for war crimes) Maj. Patch Millstone.

"Ok, you heard the man." said Maj. Millstone, "its plan 'B' time, something's happened, load up men, we're headed to Mt. Surprise."

"So that's plan 'B'" said the king's commander Oman

As those in the palace watched (or experienced if they were wearing the VR's that Crazed Marines had kindly provided) Maj. Millstone's group at Eye Lake loaded into their transport and took off headed toward's Mt. Surprise.

"Now, check this shit out" said Lord Wacko, and he changed the channel to focus in on the King's 2nd Black Beret Squad (headed by Maj. Buster according the the king's roster) (OOC: had to give him a name) which had landed on head beach and made its way down to the foot of Mt. Surprise. "There a' waiting on 'em" said Lord Wacko. This wasn't entirely true, as Maj. Buster's men seemed to actually be sweeping around the base of Mt. Surprise headed east towards Mt. Death, but nonetheless, as they watched through the eyes of Maj. Buster's men, they heard and then saw the prisoner transport headed towards them at tree top level. They knew what to do. A few hand signals was all it took and WHAM 2 stinger missiles were launched towards the transport. The first took out the tail section in a huge fireball of an explosion. The 2nd blew the rotors off the top of the tranport which fell in a smoking arc a good 40 feet before hitting the tops of trees and having its fall broken.

a few people using there VR's to experience prisoners in the transport learned what it felt like to blow up (and a few threw up). The king's Black Berets swiftly began to head to the crashed transport while the surviving prisoners scattered. That is all the surviving prisoners except Maj. Millstone and his 5 surviving special forces men. They quickly joined ranks, grabbed what they could carry headed west. Millstone had seen where the stinger missiles had been launched from and made a fairly accurate guess as to where the Black Berets had been concentrated. He and his men intended to outflank them and get behind them and to the rendevous point on Mt. Surprise. Of the 32 prisoners on the transport, 14 were killed when the stingers hit. 6 more were wounded and trying to scatter, running like scared animals (OOC: they are just prisoners and not army guys you know). Maj. Millstone could hear gunfire as the scattered prisoners found or were found by the Black Berets. He and his men kept low and quiet and continued their move west.

OOC: OK Maui? I'll let you or someone else RP the individual skirmishes between the army guys and the regular prisoners. I killed all you said I could in the stinger missile launches.

"Hot Damn!!! said Lord Wacko. "Yore Black Berets jus' got 'emselves what I calls a commandin' lead!"

Lord Wacko saddled up to Col. Brown of the Crazed Marines "hey, ya'll sell these here VR helmets? I'd like ta' gets me a few of these an' take 'em home ta Houston. I figures that watchin' a Oilers/Cowboys football game with one a these here things oughta be purty damn good too."

OOC: Awesome, anyone else want to RP a battle? just read the thread, know the characters names or make one up if need be and TG me, I'll give you a skirmish.

IC:

Current Overall Score

Prisoners: 13 kills (8 Transport pilots, 5 SEALs)
Prisoners: 23 deaths
Tigers: 3 kills, 1 Death
SEALs: 5 kills, 5 deaths
Black Berets: 14 kills, -0- deaths

Individual stats for Leaders

Col. Cearry: 5 kills (4 transport pilots and 1 prisoner)
Col. Dodger: 4 Kills (4 transport pilots)
Ranger Smith (a Prisoner): 2 kills
Sgt. Marconi (SEAL) 2 kills
Sgt. Henry (Black Beret): 9 kills
Enlisted Man Bobbert (Black Beret) 5 kills

"How's this, we fly in for the game, and we'll give you a dozen units for free. Fair enough?" Colonial Brown asked.

OOC: Much needed bump. I want to see the rest of the games.

Damn it's been awhile hasn't it?

Damn it's been awhile hasn't it?

OOC: Sorry, I got wrapped up with other stuff and have kind of neglected this, lets see if we can get it going again because it was doing pretty well. IF you want to RP a battle, let me know.

IC:

On Volcano Smoke Island

Col. Dodger's transport flew in low towards the area where Col. Cearry was semi-pinned down in the mountains. He instantly sized up the situation and barked orders back to his men. the two side doors on the transport (OOC: imagine a kind of modifidied blackhawk helicopter) slid open and prisoners took their positions. Swooping down over the king's SEAL team that was at the base of the mountains they began to strafe them with their machine guns and 6 RPG's were launched. Only 6 SEALS were actually killed, but the surprise air attack from another group of prisoners had the effect desired. The SEAL team scattered and took cover giving Cearry and his men the chance to load up in their transport and take off unmolested. Once in the air, the two transports headed towards the mountain pass between Mt. Surprise and Mt. Death.

"OK Dodger" said Col. Cearry, over their ship-to-ship communications "You did it right, as I knew you would. Now, you remember the old bio-weapons testing lab?"

"Sure Col." replied Dodger over the static "but that place shut down years ago."

"I don't think so, we were attacked by tigers back there"

"Tigers, where the hell did tigers come from?"

"I suspect they were a "gift" from the king and I suspect that those labs is where they came from. We're headed to the pass and the labs to check it out. I think I have an idea."

"What about our other team?"

"I don't know, said Col. Cearry, they were headed to the foot of Mt. Suprise. But I haven't heard from them in a while. I'll head up to the lab, see if you can locate the team at the plan B rendevous point, if so, bring 'em on up to the lab, if they're not there, don't wait on, you head on up to the lab and join us there. Got it?"

"So we're on a new plan "C" now?" asked Col. Dodger

"You could say that soldier" and both menned grinned into their mikes.

Current Overall Score

Prisoners: 19 kills (8 Transport pilots, 11 SEALs)
Prisoners: 23 deaths
Tigers: 3 kills, 1 Death
SEALs: 5 kills, 5 deaths
Black Berets: 14 kills, -0- deaths

Individual stats for Leaders

Col. Cearry: 5 kills (4 transport pilots and 1 prisoner)
Col. Dodger: 4 Kills (4 transport pilots)
Ranger Smith (a Prisoner): 2 kills
Prisoner Samuels: 2 kills
Sgt. Marconi (SEAL) 2 kills
Sgt. Henry (Black Beret): 9 kills
Enlisted Man Bobbert (Black Beret) 5 kills

Colonial Brown was asleep by now, being burned out by the excessive caffene. The men were loving it, and it proved to be an excellent day and tomorrow looked even better.

I TGed ya.

I TGed ya.

OOC: Jolt's sure taking its own sweet time about routing it to me

Crazed Marines not you.

Crazed Marines not you.
OOC: ooohhh, nevermind :)

Turns out me and CM live in the same town.

That's pretty cool

yeah, and we probably know some of the same people. Funny how things like this turn out.

yeah, and we probably know some of the same people. Funny how things like this turn out.

OK, so now ya'll are gonna get together over a beer and plan your conquest of NS Bwahaaaa!! :D

OOC: so anyone want to RP a skirmish, the thread is set up so all you got to do is tell everyone to watch this channel on the VR or Television. I've got 18 prisoners that survived the shoot down of their transport by Black Berets. 6 are wounded the other six are just generalized prisoners and 6 are marine special forces that are trying to out flank and get around the black berets and make it to their scheduled rendevous point at the foot of Mount Surprise. Meanwhile there are 50 Black Berets in the area hunting for them.