Werewolf: Hinterland

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Night 0 (zero)

The last weekend of the year was always a joyful time for the campers at Hairy Hills campground, as it brought with it an air of celebration for the year that was. And there was booze – booze always helped.

Hairy Hills, however, isn't like most campgrounds. Its clientèle, for one, was more eclectic than anything you'd expect to find at other natural locales – this has been attributed to a long-running (and wildly popular, it would seem) advertising campaign with Scientific American magazine. The happy hour drink specials had been an especially strong hit, despite the fact that many realized the campground actually never sold any booze – it was already in campers' possessions. Also, Hairy Hills sets itself apart with its lovingly ironic name. That is because, contrary to belief, there isn't a hill in sight; just cliffs, forest, a river (complete with majestic waterfall) and a rocky lake with man-made beach.

One more thing would separate Hairy Hills from the rest of the world on this weekend, though.

Camp 'Rangers' Tom and Mark had invited everyone to gather around the group firepit for a team-building session with s'mores and ghost stories to kick the weekend off to a traditional rip-roaring start. Though many of the campers seemed less than thrilled, the promise of happy hour drink specials, amazingly, won them all over, and everyone was in attendance. Despite the gloomy weather, the air around the firepit was abuzz.

Marty (AKA_Thunder2) was doing pushups in front of Sharon Graham (Nar-Shadaa), who seemed more interested in Jason (mrcrazy_monkey), who was carelessly juggling his various dangerous implements. Marty did still earn Franklin Jones' (Wyatt Waste Ranger) gaze at least. Scruffy Scruffington (hircine21) was enjoying his fine 'literature', unaware or uncaring that it was getting surreptitious glances from Norman Norm (Suffca). Sara Thompson (The.Z.Man) was pointedly challenging Johnny Masterson (8-Bit Legend) and Phoncible Bone (Xetirox) to a card game, having already soundly defeated Jonathan King (Starwulf) and Dan Michaels (Septim007) earlier – they were in a corner chatting about their favorite chess strategies.

Marcus Smith (Woolly) was strumming his guitar pick, wishing he'd remembered the actual guitar, while Trent had decided to let loose and sing for the air guitarist. Nathan Davis (Spork The Slightly Insane) and Michael West (Webster52402) sat in what is assumed to be appreciation. Dana Carey (Mr. Sorry of Balmora) was trying awkwardly and unsuccessfully to strike up a conversation with Sunshine Raindrop (Fighters_Brotherhood). Wolf Carlson (Caffienatedjedi) was enjoying much greater success with his hands-on demonstration on how to survive by eating grubs, while Charlie Wilson (ClintostheGreat), Simon Lamb (SpEcTrE.), Wayne Cobb (ryace) and Phil Robinson (Oranos) looked on.

Two haughty conversations had sprung up in opposite corners of the firepit area. The first had Dr. von Hamster-lockern reciting his most recent treatise on gravity's effect on the brain to Rex Ovni (Big Bang) as Dr. Vent Jr. (the fishy wanderer) attempted to interject. The other had Porfirio Ariza (kyppeh) arguing politely on the current inadequacies of the various presidential hopefuls, with Bill Wilson nodding politely at every talking point. Which left Finn Ward (Cecilff2) to wonder where all the kids were. Or his parents, for that matter.

Then, with a start, a loud CRACK shook the darkening sky, and was followed immediately by an even louder rumbling noise. The campers looked to the west, aghast, as the bridge, the sole connection between themselves and civilization, toppled into the river. Confused and astonished, the campers traipsed their way toward the bridge to survey the damage. They were stranded.

As they turned back, they saw the silhouettes of 4 beastly forms, one larger than the rest. Below them was the still body of Ranger Mark. As murmurs spread amongst the campers, the wolves glanced up from the kill. For a brief moment the scene remained frozen, the campers transfixed in shock, as nothing but the crackling fire behind the wolves stirred, until one of the females present let loose a piercing scream. The largest wolf gave a silent hand signal to the smaller ones, and they retreated on all fours into the dark of night. The last any of the campers saw before the night swallowed them up was one turn to another who was late to retreat and let out a loud growl.

Approaching Mark's body, they saw that he was lying face up in the dirt by the fire, mouth agape. Three slashes, closely grouped, had run across the front of his throat, leaving slightly jagged, shallow marks on Mark. A pool of blood was slowly expanding beside him. Some dirt and grass could be seen on his chest, but no other marks were seen.

Ranger Tom, like the rest of the campers, was visibly shaken by the experience. Realizing that he was the sole authority figure now, though, he turned to address the group.

Ranger Tom

S-sorry folks. I know this isn't how we wanted to start off our camping trip. I reckon it'll be a week or two before help arrives (a loud groan from the group), but don't worry, we've got lots of food. Cell phones are useless, I'm afraid (an even louder groan). I think whoever these... wolves... are, they're done for the night. Find the others from your loop and get to know them, we'll have to get comfortable. And since they're probably among us, we'll have to track them down and kill them ourselves. They can't hide forever... Right?

Day 1 begins now.
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Character Profiles (alphabetical by player name) (green is innocent, red is wolf, blue is angel)

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8-Bit Legend

Name: Johnny Masterson
Age: 28
Physical description: 6'3", 300 lbs, brown eyes and hair, out of shape.
Clothing: A red t-shirt and black pants, black bandanna and sunglasses.
Occupation: Unemployed, part time pizza delivery guy
Hobbies: Play video games, go to the bar, hang out with friends

Possessions: Cigarettes and lighter, wallet with a picture of his daughters, bottle of vodka, pens and sketchpad, pup tent, and blankets
Personality: Jovial and good-natured, quick to laugh at a good joke and share a drink, can be brooding and introspective
History: Johnny is a well-educated, but down on his luck, guy. He was laid off from work a year ago. He's a father of 2 daughters, who he'd do anything in the world for. He likes to have a good time and decided a camping trip was just what the doctor ordered to clear his mind.


AKA_Thunder2

Name: Marty
Age: 20
Physical description: Tall and lanky. 6'5'' (Metric: 196cm) and 182lbs. (Metric: 83kg). Black. Muscular, but skinny muscular, not bulky. Brown eyes. Short, black fuzzy hair. Tattoo of birth-date on left side of chest.
Clothing: Jeans, Miami Heat T-shirt, Silver Chain Necklace, Left Earring, Nike Basketball Shoes, Flatbill Hat, Sports Watch, Shades.
Occupation: College Student/College Basketball Player.
Hobbies: Likes to play basketball, play video games, work out, camp, read, and likes to collect anything out of the ordinary.

Possessions: iPod, backpack, Axe body spray, keys to car/home/etc., Inuit knife (Bought from tourist store), Basketball.
Personality: Can be described as "happy-go-lucky". Definitely not a lucid person (not that he is dumb, but is a bit too optimistic). While being optimistic, Marty has a short temper and takes many things as personal that weren't intended to be personal. Very competitive. He can be ambiguous. Assertive. Likes to tease others in a friendly way, but often fails to realize when it starts to get annoying.
History: Born and raised in Cleveland, took up basketball on the streets with his friends. Coming from a rough school, he somehow managed to keep a positive outlook on life. When Marty's mother and father got in a dispute, Marty moved with his mom to his grandmother and grandfather's house in Greenville, South Carolina. He played basketball for the highschool team and got a scholarship to play basketball for another southern college. He generally takes it easy. He has come to Canada for a vacation with some friends.

Big Bang

Name: Rex Ovni
Age: 36
Physical Description: 5’10”, average weight but strong, green eyes, short brown hair
Clothing: black business suit with a green tie
Occupation: astronaut
Hobbies: experimenting, exploring, explaining experiments and explorations extensively

Possessions: sunglasses, smartphone, swiss army knife, seashell, soda
Personality: calm, courageous, caring, competent, classy
History: He is fluent in all of the UN’s official languages and has spent time on the International Space Station. He grew up with an authoritarian father. Due to his father’s military career he has spent time living all over the world. During this time, he developed a fascination with the unknown and unattainable. His friends got him to go to camping by claiming an ‘emergency’ and directing him to the campsite. Had he known the real reason, he might have dressed differently.


Caffienatedjedi

Name:"Wolf" Carlson
Age:32
Physical description: 5"8'/178 lbs with a mixed stocky athletic build/Brown eyes/hair carefully styled into a mess and brown.
Clothing: A white button-up shirt with an open collar, khaki cargo pants, and a pair of brown heavy hiking boots.
Occupation: Reality show
Hobbies:Stupid bets, Clever lies, and Exaggerating about his life.

Possessions: A hiking backpack stuffed with towels to look full, a GPS, and several packets of instant lemonade.
Personality: He is a compulsive liar, constantly exaggerates, acts aggressive to hide his own cowardice, and is incredibly foolhardy.
History: Wolf is a self proclaimed ex-special forces operative who has his own reality show. He claims he teaches people to survive in the wilderness, but it is a farce he does for money. He has come to Hairy Hills to meet his camera crew for the newest episode. He didn't find his crew there however...

Cecilff2

Name: Finn Ward
Age: 14
Physical Description: Average Teenage Build, 5'4", long perfect flowing blond hair(Kept hidden under his hood/cap), blue eyes
Clothing: Blue shirt, shorts, green backpack, hood/cap with wolf ears that tucks into his shirt in the back.
Occupation: Adventurer! Kid
Hobbies: His overactive imagination leads him to believe he's rescuing princesses and fighting monsters. He's not too far off this time. Also enjoys videogames and singing.

Possessions: Wooden sword tucked into his backpack, gameboy(he refers to it as Beemo), a couple sandwiches(in baggies stuck in his backpack, water bottles, and his dog he calls "Jake"
Personality: Often cheerful and upbeat. Has a strong sense of justice. May suffer from hallucinations. Naive, and has trouble understanding trickery. Has an active interest in protecting the weak. Considers himself "pure". Is all about saving princesses. Strongly dislikes worms(Especially if they get on his bed).
History: As far back as he can remember, Finn's thought of himself as an Adventurer. His parents thought it was pretty normal but eventually noticed he never grew out of the phase. They're hoping he'll burn off some of his energy and sate his imagination on this trip. Their greatest fear is that he'll end up needing to see a psychiatrist, and that he'll never outgrow his fantasies.

ClintostheGreat

Name: Charlie Wilson
Age: 19
Physical description: 5'9", 170 lbs, fairly weak, short brown hair, brown eyes
Clothing: blue jeans and a black Carl Sagan Tshirt
Occupation: Freelance artist
Hobbies: Painting, playing video games, gazing at the night sky with a telescope, reading science journals

Possessions: a paint brush, a portable telescope, an extra telescope lens, a Dr. Pepper bottle, a Stephen Hawking lecture
Personality: self-centered, liar, aragant, self-educated, calm
History: He was born into a rich family, and lived in a rural area. He was kicked out of his house at age 18. He always wanted to be an astrophysist but without his parents financial backing he wasn't able to do that. He now lives in an apartment in the city. He has a mild Dr. Pepper addiction and hates people over the age of 45. He is at the camp because he heard there was supposed to be a meteor shower in the area and wanted to check it out.


Donkey_Cavity

Name: Herr Doktor Otto Willheimer Starkhelm von Hamster-lockern
Age: 51
Physical description: Relatively tall, and of rather intimidating appearance. Brown hair (although recently transmuting to grey at a rather alarming rate) and piercing blue eyes.
Clothing: Tends to wear a black leather trench-coat reminiscent of those of "The Matrix" fame.
Occupation: Was once a brilliant psychologist, now terrifies university students for a living.
Hobbies: Otto retains an intense fascination for people he meets; or more specifically, for the squishy organs nestled inside the skulls of the people he meets. Otto has a penchant for board games, a predisposition towards psychoactive drugs and a fondness for candlelit dinners and long walks along the beach.

Possessions: A thick journal, bound in soft leather. A number of expensive fountain pens. His latest book upon the nature of the human mind. Several strange and improbably-colored mushroom species, carefully concealed.
Personality: Otto has astonishing cognitive abilities, and an unsurpassed talent for deduction. He tends to be somewhat indecipherable to those around him, often frightening and fascinating his students with prolonged stares, scathing sarcasm, intense and unrelenting lectures and a tendency towards distraction. He is somewhat irritable and blunt, but is ultimately good-natured.
History: Otto was born ein Berliner, and lived in the city up until the time came to attend university. As a child he was somewhat detached from advlts and fellow children, preferring his own intellectual pursuits and company. As a result of this somewhat lonely and trouble childhood Otto developed an unhealthy interest in illicit and mind-altering substance, which coincided with his developing fascination with the human mind. After habitual abuse of various substances throughout his later high-school years Otto graduated regardless with an excellent score, and went on to study at a variety of top English and American universities, obtaining a PhD in the field of psychology. After an extended and influential (but not pain-free) career punctuated with ongoing experimentations into psychedelic and hallucinogenic drugs, Otto decided to settle down and accepted a position lecturing at a university. His choice of Hairy Hills as a campground for relaxation and "meditation" will perhaps prove, however, to be not as relaxing as he has anticipated.


Fighters_Brotherhood

Name: Sunshine Galore Daisy Raindrop
Age: 17
Physical description: Quite small and thin. He has short black hair but with a longer swept fringe (to rebel against his long haired hippie parents) and dark brown eyes.
Clothing: Black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and a black hoody. He wears vans.
Occupation: Works part time in a petrol station.
Hobbies: Writing angsty poetry, writing angsty blogs, looking angsty, angstily avoiding his parents.

Possessions: iPod, Diary, Razor Blade and a lighter.
Personality: Is often grumpy and wallows in self pity. He is not a great team member, preferring to work alone. Can get emotional under pressure.
History: His hippie parents ruined Sunshine's life by naming him. In an attempt to distance himself from their ways Sunshine decided to be as anti-hippie as possible - wearing dark clothes, avoiding happiness and regularly torching small plant life. He never made any friends because his parents moved around all the time in their hippie camper van and this added to Sunshine's angst. In order to try and persuade him to become a Hippie his parents brought him to the camp ground.


hircine21

Name: Scruffy Scruffington the Janitor
Age: 52
Physical description: 6'0 220, slightly overweight, grey hair, comb shaped mustache,
Clothing: Dingy White T-shirt, An unbuttoned dark blue work shirt, faded blue jeans, brown hat.
Occupation: Janitor(duh!)
Hobbies: Sweeping and Mopping, reading magazines, hammock lounging, making sangria in a toilet.

Possessions: Several dirty magazines, six pack of beer, ipod with headphones, wallet with three dollars, bag of lays potato chips.
Personality: Lazy, No work ethic, likes telling nonsensical stories, handles pressure by completely ignoring it, hard to anger, forgets peoples names easily and is quite forgettable himself, refers to himself in the third person.
History: Sleepwalked through life and became a janitor at a small package delivery company where he hardly works. His coworkers usually don't remember his name nor does he theirs so he usually has to introduce himself upon every meeting. Has come to the campgrounds because he has a lot of vacation days saved up.

kyppeh

Name: Porfirio Rubirosa Ariza
Age: 27
Height & Weight: 75kg 1,75 meter(metric)
Physical description: Blond hair, blue eyes, average build.
Clothing: Wearing dark sunglasses and a custom fitted Fioravanti suit.
Occupation: Diplomat, polo player, race car driver, jet setter, international playboy.
Hobbies: A connoisseur of fine champagne and wine, fast cars, polo and the pursuit of romantic conquest.

Possessions: A Goldfish revolution cellphone, A thin leather wallet with only a Coutts & Co.'s World Card in it, a thick roll of 100 dollar bills.
Personality: Confident, smooth talking and a bit posh.
History: Born in the Dominican republic, Rubirosa grew up in Paris and returned to the Dominican Republic after his seventeenth birthday. Here he went into politics until he ended up with his current job as inspector of embassy’s. He spends a great deal of his time traveling the world and pursuing his hobbies, most notably his constant quest for romantic escapades. A few days ago he picked up a Tesla roadster for a drive, this wonderful electric sports car proofed to be a great ride until the batteries ran out and he stranded near Hairy hill camping campground, Forced to spend the night in his car hoping he’ll be picked up soon.

mrcrazy_monkey

Name: Jason
Age: Unknown
Physical description: 5'6'', 190 lbs fairly beef cake
Clothing: Jeans and several long sleeve tee-shirts, and an old hockey goalie mask. You know,one of those white ones.
Occupation: Born killer, nah he is actually a salesman.
Hobbies: Besides killing teenagers while they camp... I mean he likes to sell things to people with his killer info commercials. He really loves his job.

Possessions: Machete, rope, knife, hammer, a gun, beer, matches and a book.
Personality: Jason is down right insane, almost insane enough to be a killer. He loves to confuse people into paradoxes and will do anything for a laugh, yet his job which he loves is no laughing matter to him. Which is why he shows such motivation and determination when he seeks up on his unlikely victims and gives them the deal of their life. And that's why he is always so positive.
History: Very is little is know about Jason. He tends to keep his pass to himself. Which has made many authorities suspicions of him. However all of their cases has always come up empty handed, well not exactly. Many or should I say all of the cops do walk away with a wonderful timeshare of a mexican hotel for only 6 easy payments of $66.69.

Mr. Sorry of Balmora

Name: Dana Carey
Age: 27
Physical description: 5'2 / 180.lbs / sea-green / cold black(black with a natural blue tint)
Clothing: Khaki shirt with a green ascot, denim shorts, a pair of green socks underneath hiking boots.
Occupation: Camp Counselor
Hobbies: Hiking the woods around the campground. Swimming in the local lake. Annoying the other advlts with brochures about "things to do."

Possessions: Steel hiking staff, a trowel, pocket tool kit, flint stone, 25' of utility rope
Personality: Cheery for the most part, Happily optimistic about the camp, mischievous as she loves to make friends with the kids and annoy the advlts, chaotically organized.
History: Originally from the Dakota's, Dana grew up in the woods and open wilds. She traveled around the US, visiting every park and camp imaginable. She loved Yellowstone, adored the Crater of Diamonds in Arkansas, and even spent some time spelunking in Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico. finally, her tour finishing with the open tundra in Alaska she returned home for a while, looking far and wide, worldwide really, for any open park positions. That's when she found an opening here at this humble little mega-camp.

Nar-Shadaa

Name: Sharon Graham
Age: 23
Physical description: 5'6" inch / 121lbs, Sharon is slim and not very muscular, she is a redhead , has freckles, blue eyes and she has a very pale skintone.
Clothing: She likes to walk around in her favorite black and white ‘Nerd Herd’ t-shirt combined with baggy trousers and her favorite pair of blue worn out sneakers.
Occupation: Fulltime student
Hobbies: Sharon wants to know everything and learn everything, the thing is that she is a bit clumsy and not that smart. So as much as she likes to study for example Japanese and Latin, she just is not very good at it.

Possessions: A notebook with several drawings and notes in it, a dictionary, a study book Latin and a book Japanese for dummies.
Personality: She is a very nervous type. She is also very clumsy so don’t ever lend her anything expensive because she will probably break it to pieces. Don’t bother her when she is studying because although she isn’t very good at it she takes it very seriously.
History: Sharon grew up on a farm, as only child she liked to be around all the animals, however when she was 18 she moved to the city to study Japanese. Poor Sharon wasn’t very talented though, after three weeks of following the study she decided to quit. Nowadays Sharon is studying Latin ( which she isn’t very talented in either). The Hairy Hills campground seemed like the perfect place for a couple of days relaxing and studying.


Northwind Fusilier

Name: Trent Knowles
Age: 33
Physical description: Roughly 6' tall and fairly thin. Short black hair and green eyes.
Clothing: A white polo shirt and khaki cargo shorts. Also a black bucket hat and brown hiking boots.
Occupation: Criminal Defense Lawyer
Hobbies: Hiking, reading, and martial arts.

Possessions: Compass, trailmap, walking stick, survival gear, first aid kit, and a battered copy of Common Sense by Thomas Paine.
Personality: At work, Trent is reserved and calculating. At home, he is colorful and outgoing. Whatever happens, he has always thought three steps ahead, and he never forgets anything.
History: Trent grew up in Baltimore, did well in school, and went to Harvard Law. He interned at a firm in New York CIty before moving to DC to join a respected practice. Made partner in five years. After a particularly stressful trial, he headed off to Hairy Hills to unwind.

Oranos

Name: Phil Robinson
Age: 38
Physical description: 6'1". 180 lbs. Brown hair, medium long with slight curls. He's slightly bigger built.
Clothing: White t-shirt, brown/khaki pants, big black backpack, brown leather shoes. He also wears a tan cap almost all the time.
Occupation: He is a tourist and likes to work on reports. Thus, one might call him a reporter.
Hobbies: He likes to keep track of things happening, he likes to write, both objectively and subjectively, he likes birdspotting, too. When he's bored with everything else, he likes to complete crosswords.

Possessions: Knapsack with pieces of cheese, and a few cartons of milk which have gone bad. Quite a few books which have missing pages, including a crossword-puzzle book. He also carries a notepad, a pen and a camera with him at all times.
Personality: He is known to bend the truth for his own good. He acts quickly, and doesn't care about the consequences. He also is known to be confrontational. He doesn't have a lot of patience and prefers to work as a lone wolf. (no pun intended.) He likes reading.
History: Phil has been in two previous encounters he would prefer not to remember. He was originally born in Germany, and speaks fluent German as a result. He moved to the USA to study journalism there. He passed, had a few successful stories on Werewolves in an incident only known as "Hell's gate", and was so traumatized afterwards that he now focuses on smaller events, for whoever pays.

Ratwar

Name: Bill Wilson
Age: 28
Physical description: He’s pretty tall and in shape with short blond hair
Clothing: Bluejeans and a red T-Shirt
Occupation: Corporate Lawyer
Hobbies: Model building, very meticulous model building (an exception to his usual lack of motivation). He also enjoys reading

Possessions: Blackberry (with an intentionally dead battery so no calls from work), walking stick, water bottle
Personality: A bit subservient and meek. He’s the type of person that does good work, but you’ve got to stay after him a bit. Not very motivated. Has a pessimistic outlook on life.
History: Bill’s here because he loves the great outdoors. He’s a lawyer because that’s what his mother wanted him to be. He isn’t a very good one either, so he works as an underling lawyer at a big firm with very little ambition to go farther than that. He loves camping because there’s nobody to tell him what to do, and he can do what he wants, which is mostly absolutely nothing.


ryace

Name: Wayne Cobb
Age: 26
Physical description: Large, somewhat imposing, at least 210 pounds, muscular, above 6 feet tall
Clothing: tan marine t shirt, cargo pants, boots
Occupation: truck driver
Hobbies: hunting, fishing, camping, boxing, target shooting

Possessions: fishing rod, pocket knife, bottle of water.
Personality: has a survivalist mentality, hesitates to trust others. thinks most educated folk are narcissistic and greedy. though he can seem mean, he holds his promises always.
History: Wayne never planned on going to college, he didnt have the grades to go anyway. he wanted to follow in the footsteps of his father and wanted to become a truck driver.
He loves the outdoors, and is a regular at the camp grounds.

Septim007

Name: Dan Micheals but refers himself as Sir Micheals the Powerful (his DnD name)
Age: 25
Physical description: A little less then average hight, fat, brown eyes and long brown hair (always looks greasy)
Clothing: A white tshirt, and a super cool brown vest (he thinks it makes him look like a jedi), blue jeans, white tennis shoes, he has black fingerless gloves on, and he also wears glasses.
Occupation: He works at gamestop, and a comic book store that is owned by his parents.
Hobbies: He plays video games (mostly WOW and any starwars games), plays dungeons and dragons (every single day for about 4 hours or more), and he likes to sharpen up his bostaff and sword skills in a midnight training session.

Possessions: his bostaff is always strapped on to his back, a lucky white rabbit's foot that he wears on his neck that he got from a star wars convention (he swears that a master jedi gave it to him), a dark green backpack that he has had ever since he was in 4th grade, and inside is a silver titanium water bottle along with a first aid kit and some food.
Personality: He is a guy that blurts out whatever is on his mind. He doesn't care who thinks what of him since he can kick anyone's butt at a bostaff fight, he says really random things, and thinks he is a descendent of a long line of asian warriors. He is really cocky, and he thinks he is better then everyone else.
History: Ever since he was a little boy, Dan always thought he was something special and different. When he picked up his bostaff for the first time he said that there was some sort of instant connection that he has never felt before. He is constantly living in a fantasy world, and has rejected reality being actual reality. Dan lives and pays rent in his parents garage that is separate from there house. They live out of the city about 15 minutes away. His parents wanted him to go out and do something with himself, so they started off small and told him to go help out at summer camp. He is forced to be here. His parents will taste the wrath of Sir Micheals the Powerful.


SpEcTrE.

Name:Simon Lamb
Age:31
Physical description: 5,8, fit, but not muscular, has a bit of a paler complexion
Clothing: Green ranger vest, boots, blue jeans, and a first aid symbol patched on his vest
Occupation: Pediatrician, currently volunteering to work in the first aid department at the camp
Hobbies: plays chess, plays video games, and secretly enjoys soap operas

Possessions: first aid kit, Ranger Badge, pocket knife, cell phone
Personality: Is usually calm under pressure, though he is frightened easily, he follows orders with great detail, but is also a bit of a push over. His knowledge of the outdoors isnt vast either, though his knowledge of Medicine is extensive.
History: graduated with in the top 3 percent of his class at a prestigious medical school, and easily found work as a pediatrician. As he spends most of his time away from work alone, he decided he needs to get out more, during his vacation he thought a great way to put his skills to use and maybe have some fun, would be to volunteer to help at a local camp site. He had no idea what he was in for.

Spork The Slightly Insane

Name: Nathan Davis
Age:22
Physical Description: 5'9" and emaciated. Somewhat weak. Long and dirty hair, with bits of leaves and twigs stuck in. He also has a long beard, down to about his navel. It has bits of leaves, twigs, and the occasional animal bone stuck in there. He is extremely dirty. Surprisingly, he doesn't smell bad.
Clothing:Wears a tattered flannel shirt and dirty cargo pants.
Occupation: None.
Hobbies: Staying alive, eating small woodland creatures, getting back to civilization.

Possessions: A rusty pocketknife, broken compass, empty disposable lighter, half of a leather wallet with nothing in it, rimless glasses.
Personality:Very calm and patient. Very creative, and normally has a solution for whatever problem arises. Very blunt when dealing with others. When ignored or chastised, he sulks for about five minutes then acts like nothing ever happened.
History: Nathan led a fairly standard childhood. When he was 17, Nathan went on a camping trip with friends. After he was done "taking care of business" one morning, he got lost on the way back to the campsite. For the past five years he has wandered these hills, eating whatever berries and animals he could get his hands on.

Starwulf

Name:Jonathan King
Age:27
Physical description: 6'2, 225lbs, green eyes, dyed blonde hair, strongly built
Clothing: Dark Blue Shirt, Blue Jeans, Blue Yankees Baseball cap
Occupation: Jonathan is an Engineer for a local construction company
Hobbies: Jonathan enjoys lifting weights, jogging, fishing/hunting, and surprisingly, playing chess. Also, drinking on the weekends with buddies.

Possessions: 9mm which he IS licensed to carry, Flashlight, Water Canteen, Notebook with pen, Chain Wallet(chain is removable)
Personality: Jonathan is extremely confident, bordering on cockiness but stopping just shy of it, very opinionated, well-educated(but not highly intelligent), a decisive person but not quick-witted(he plans things out beforehand, as is the nature of his job). He has an even temperament.
History: Jonathan grew up in a suburban neighborhood that had a very low crime-rate. Captain of the Football Team, he was NOT your typical jock, he took an equal interest in his classes, and took the football scholarship to college in order to fully pay for his engineering degree. When he graduated college, he was quickly offered a job through several connections he had from working summers as a day laborer on a construction crew. He is here on this camping trip to relax after finishing a major job that lasted for a full year.

Suffca

Name: Norman Norm
Age: 29
Physical Description: 5’8”, pale, heavy set, blue eyes, long curly red hair
Clothing: white striped blue shirt, beach shorts, sandals
Occupation: comic book shop owner
Hobbies: reading comic books, playing dungeons and dragons, nature walks

Possessions: reading glasses, sunscreen, game manual, comic book
Personality: shy, nervous when talking to others, sympathetic, determined
History: Realizing it was the final weekend to go on his weekly nature walk at his favorite campground, Norman knew he had to be there. Grabbing his favorite Superman comic book, he soon set off on his bicycle. Norman soon figured out he should have stayed home.

the fishy wanderer

Name: Dr. Vent Jr.
Age: 48
Physical description: 130 pounds , really skinny , about 5 feet tall, completely bald with a red goatee
Clothing: Red and blue jumpsuit
Occupation: He is a scientist
Hobbies: Going around the world , making inventions and ignoring his sons.

Possessions: Calculator, laptop, notebook, how to score chicks for dumbies and a flashlight.
Personality: Very cocky and likes to think of himself, always thinks that whatever he is doing is more important , gets scared easily . Very sarcastic and rude at times when he doesn't get his way. He is clumsy as well.
History: He came from a famous family where his father was a great scientist who awed the world. After his dad's disappearance Dr.Vent Jr. always tried to follow in his fathers footsteps. Sure he got a living by being a doctor/ scientist but he never felt fulfilled in his life. So to fell better he quit working on his project and went to go camping.

The.Z.Man

Name: Sara Thompson
Age: 40
Physical description: 5'6'', 120 lbs, Dark Brown Hair, she's pretty, but not gorgeous...
Clothing: Jeans and several long sleeve tee-shirts, including her favorite grey one, also a black bandanna that she always wears...
Occupation: Sara is a professor of history at a small liberal arts college back east...
Hobbies: Besides camping, Sara likes reading and playing cards.


Possessions: Deck of cards, flask of cherry-flavored vodka, a copy of Herodotus' Histories, and her favorite 14 carat gold ball-point pen...
Personality: Sara is a downright misanthrope. She doesn't like the company of others, and is perfectly happy by herself, looking down on others, their weaknesses, their ignorance, and their hypocrisies. Yet, in conversation she is not sarcastic, but she will state her opinion straight, with no regard for other people's feelings. She likes having fun, but she doesn't outwardly show it. The most open and interactive you'll see her is when she's playing cards, which allows her to outwit her fellow man and exercise her mental skills.
History: Although she was always a negative person, Sara's personality really took a turn for the worse when her husband was killed by a drunk driver. After that she dedicated herself to her studies, and shut out almost everyone in her life. After his death, she bought a dog, which died a week ago, so to blow off some steam she decided to go camping. She's well respected in her field, but has almost no friends in Academia.


Webster52402

Name: Michael West
Age: 32
Physical description: Michael West, like his brother Irvine, stands at an even 6'1" tall. Unlike his brother, however, he has let himself go considerably more: He's at a relatively mediocre build, with a bit of 'pleasant pudge' as he likes to call it. He has black hair and plain brown eyes. Hair is kept close-cut and ordered, thanks to his work.
Clothing: A three-piece business suit, though he does have more 'relaxed' clothing on hand for when his family arrives. This consists of the world's ugliest hawaiian shirt and jeans, a combination made in Hell.
Occupation: He owns a chain of department stores, located in the Midwest.
Hobbies: He has a penchant for woodcarving: Every figurine he has, he has crafted very painstakingly by hand. Lately, he's even taken to painting them, to give them a bit more 'life'.

Possessions: A full set of his carvings for him to work on. These include: A tall werewolf, looking surprisingly solemnly down; An angel, with its wings painted black, folded around in front of a wispy black blade (Side note, this one actually can 'mix' with the wolf carving, giving the angel the appearance of protecting the wolf); A carving of his brother, Irvine, wearing his traditional trench coat, cowboy hat, and shades. However, the right side of his face is warped ominously, blending out into a snout; As well as a few various other figurines, each intricately detailed. Alongside this, he has his carving knife (Of course), which is kept wickedly sharp at all times, a sharpening kit for that knife, a few bottles of water, and a BBQ lighter for those stubborn campfires. (Short version: Figurine set, knife, sharpener, water, lighter.)
Personality: Michael is very family oriented, and highly protective: After the falling out with his wife, he clings desperately to his two sons, often viewed as his weakpoint. Any insult or threat towards them - or indeed younger kids in general - tends to set Michael off very easily. Aside from that, however, Michael is mostly happily reserved: He doesn't step out into the spotlight too often, but will instead stay off to one side unless he is specifically called for. If he's called to do work, however, he moves with great reluctance: He's wealthy, why should he work?
History: After he and his brother separated when they were very young, Michael took the opposite path of his brother. While Irvine went the 'illegal' route and dipped into mercenary activity, Michael set out to form his own little niche in life, setting up a surprisingly successful store which eventually blossomed into a full chain of them. However, this kept him running rather ragged, so his wife - growing tired of her absent husband - eventually left, with Michael's two young sons in tow. Torn apart, he withdrew from his chain for the most part, and has instead set about trying to retrieve his precious sons: The long trip he made to this campground is just a sign of that. It was here that he was supposed to meet his wife and sons for a long-overdue bit of quality time with them. They appear to have vanished on him, however, as they still have yet to arrive... And he may never live to see their arrival at all.


Woolly

Name: Marcus Smith
Age: 20
Physical description: Tall,gangly, all legs, with pianist fingers. Curly black hair, wide brown eyes, with sharp features and a long face. Pronounced cheekbones. Wearing rimless glasses because he doesn't want to take his contacts camping.
Clothing: Light blue oxford, sleeves rolled up, top button open, with a loose orange tie. Dark-blue jeans.
Occupation: Engineering student. Duh.
Hobbies: Wiring up light and music shows with LEDs and MIDI files, playing guitar, swimming, climbing up buildings and trees with his bare hands with Spiderman-like dexterity.

Possessions: Pocket wire clippers, pocket calculator, guitar pick, small notebook, pencil.
Personality: Mumbles, makes limited eye contact, stares off into space thinking about things, but occasionally intervenes with a massive, sincere rant. Extremely empathetic but blind to social cues. Speaks nonlinearly but anolytically. Self-righteous; wants to accomplish a life he can be proud of.
History: Born in the suburbs. At age five, loved Legos and computer coding. Discovered in college that engineering is basically a combination of the two. Eventually overwhelmed by the extent to which living in a lab in front of the sixty hertz flicker of a computer screen made him feel like a pod person, he went camping for a getaway.

Wyatt Waste Ranger

Name: Franklin Jones
Age: 17
Physical description: 5'8", 200 lbs. Black hair, braided. Midnight black skin. Compact with great muscle definition.
Clothing: Orange sweat band across his head. Orange Under Armor long sleeve shirt. Baggy black cargo pants. Black military style boots.
Occupation: High school student / Flips burgers at the local Burger King.
Hobbies: Training, Franklin can be found in the gym at least 6 days a week, twice a day. He likes to read, cook and go for late nights runs

Possessions: Aviator shades, Ipod w/headphones, a bright orange hiking backpack with extra cloths, first aid kit, reusable water bottle, bible
Personality: Humble, reserved, confident, a bit of a prankster around his friends
History: Born and raised in Cleveland Ohio, Franklin has seen the nasty side of life and is determined to be the one that raises his family up out of it. Though hard work and the grace of god he has become the greatest running back his high school has ever seen. He has successfully stayed away from gangs by going to church and the gym, now his peers see that he has an opportunity to go somewhere so they don't bother him. Already getting offers to multiple colleges, he only needs to make the decision that will best benefit him and his family, his dreams of the NFL are getting closer to coming true every day.

Xetirox

Name: Phonincible “Phoney” Bone
Age: 36
Physical description: 5’6”, 145 lbs. Yeah, yeah, he’s short, you don’t need to remind him, jerk. Eyes are brown, hair is black, but he appears to be balding. Has a unibrow.
Clothing: He wears a black shirt with a large gold star on the chest, khakis, some hiking boots, sunglasses, and a “casual” fedora.
Occupation: He runs a used car dealership, and is an-around “legitimate” businessman. Don’t you dare insinuate that the money he makes is dirty!
Hobbies: He likes counting his money, watching his money grow, straightening his money to get all the crinkles out, smoking fine Cuban cigars, and betting on horse races.

Possessions: A shovel, a map of the campground, some keys, and a wallet full of…you guessed it, money!
Personality: Phoney’s greedy, always looking to make a quick buck. No scam is beneath him, and no stray or fallen penny is outside of his grasp. He can be quite impatient and short-tempered when things don’t seem to go as planned, and downright cowardly when they go wrong. Though appearing to be largely self-centered, he does genuinely care about his two cousins, and many of his actions are rooted in their welfare.
History: Phoney started life in poverty, and often found himself caring for his two younger cousins, known as Fone and Smiley. He had to work hard in order to keep them fed and sheltered, and soon discovered that honest or legal means were not the most efficient ways to go about it, so thievery, scams, and cons were never below him. Nevertheless, he was able to eventually form his own business, but he’s never quite abandoned his scheming ways. They’ve caught up to him, though, and the government has since seized several of his assets, and many less than pleased individuals he’s scammed have since run him out of town. Thankfully, Phoney was prepared, and hid a stash of money here in Hairy Hills. He’s merely here to get it and be on his way. He was never one for the great outdoors, after all. Now…if only he could remember just where it was buried…


Sleeping arrangements

Spoiler
Loop A
Cecilff2
Nar-Shadaa
Big Bang
Donkey_Cavity
Mr. Sorry of Balmora

Loop B
Fighters_Brotherhood
mrcrazy_monkey
the fishy wanderer
hircine21

Loop C
kyppeh
8-Bit Legend
The.Z.Man
Spork The Slightly Insane
Ratwar

Loop D
Wyatt Waste Ranger
Webster52402
Woolly
Xetirox
SpEcTrE.

Loop E
Septim007
ryace
CaffienatedJedi
AKA_Thunder2
Oranos

Loop F
Northwind Fusilier
Suffca
Starwulf
ClintostheGreat


Unmanned Locations (alphabetical)

Spoiler
Beach
Cliffside path
Cookout shelter
Firepit
Firewood access
Forest
North washrooms
Playground
South washrooms
Under the bridge
Warden office
Waterfall


Execution Votes

Northwind Fusilier
Donkey_Cavity

Search Votes

Firepit
Mr. Sorry of Balmora
The.Z.Man
the fishy wanderer
kyppeh
AKA_Thunder2
Cecilff2
SpEcTrE.
ryace
Nar-Shadaa

Under the bridge
Septim007
Northwind Fusilier
ClintostheGreat
Big Bang
Suffca
hircine21
Caffienatedjedi
Fighters_Brotherhood
Donkey_Cavity
mrcrazy_monkey
Starwulf
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 5:46 am

Sara

Oh, boy. By herself, Sara picks up a stick, and pokes it through the dirt, she's clearly reminiscing about her deceased dog. To herself: Why did I have to come on this stupid trip? That being said, I have full intention of getting home.
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:01 am

Jason

Well this is terrible!
Quickly buy a timeshare before its to late! That's what they must want!
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Captian Caveman
 
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Post » Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:58 pm

Norman
Well looks like I can't go on my nature walk...
Goes back to reading his comic.
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 12:29 am

Dan Micheals

They have come for me... At last they have found me... The ancients! They are here! They will not get past Sir Micheals The Powerful. Mark my words!!

Pulls out bowstaff and starts spinning it around while making faint light saber like sounds to himself

now... camp master thomas I will guard the rear entrance.... Call if you need me my liege!

Bows to tom and "runs" off bostaff in hands.
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Post » Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:56 pm

Otto

Strange, most strange and unusual indeed. Is there any obvious cause regarding the damage to the bridge? Can we take a look at what remains of the structure?

EDIT: Host chose the wrong colour. :P
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Loane
 
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 7:00 am

Johnny M

Oh, this is *just* what I needed. Who needs a drink? Uncaps his bottle and takes a swig.

Something tells me I didn't bring enough for this [censored]...
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Post » Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:26 pm

Marcus Smith

Question time.

The body, face up. Arms outstretched or crossed? Any scratches on the arms indicating defensive posturing? Did the wolves turn the body over after he fell face down? Is there blood anywhere but the pool we see? Did the slow wolf have any kind of physical impediment? Was the impatient wolf the same as the large wolf? Can you give us any more information about the screaming female?

EDIT: Added info to question.
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:37 am

Norman Norm

Confused about the bridge Was it cut by the wolves claws or by maybe some sort of tool?
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Post » Thu Jun 10, 2010 8:17 pm

Sharon Graham

Feeling a bit shaky Sharon grabs her study book Latin.
She pretends to study but instead she is just staring at the pages in the hope to hide the shocked expression on her face.

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Post » Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:09 pm

Scryffy Scruffington the Janitor

What fevered dream is this that bids to tear this campsite in twain! [Returns to reading his literature.]
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:58 am

Marty

M-m-my big game is next week! Coach is gonna kill me if I'm not there.
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 1:44 am

Otto

As wonderful as it is that we all get the opportunity to express our individual personalities and respective cognitive abilities, I think it's time we did some thinking about what we have to work with. I've made a brief list below, correct me if I'm wrong.

  • Bridge collapsed, presumably by wolves. No evidence as of yet regarding how this was accomplished.
  • There are three wolves and an arch, arch has a physically larger stature.
  • One of the females in the group is a confirmed innocent.
  • Arch wolf is a good communicator/planner (use of a single hand gesture to give instructions). I'd be willing to speculate that they might be the quieter and less-verbal type, although I'm not sure on that point.
  • One of the wolves (not the arch) was slower than the others in departing the scene. I suspect they are either incompetent, or reluctant to flee from the group.
  • Another of the wolves (also not the arch) has a temper, and snapped out at the slow wolf.
  • Ranger Mark was killed by a claw stroke through his throat, suggesting a compassionate or efficient wolf.
  • Dirt on Mark's chest. This is a mystery to me.


As for our interactions before this most gruesome murder, nothing stands out to me at all except for Sunshine Raindrop's evident detachment, although that fits his personality perfectly. It seems to me our best lead at the moment would be on the arch wolf.
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Post » Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:55 pm

Scruffy Scruffington the Janitor

Scruffy believes the dirt might have come from him being stepped on by one them furry varmints. Hmmm-hum.
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 5:40 am

Sunshine Galore Daisy Raindrop

What were the wolves doing when we first saw them? Is there any indication of drag marks? Were either of the wolves involved in the growling incident the big one?

Edit: What was the tone of the growl? Angry, encouraging, etc? How did the wolf who was growled at react to being growled at?

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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:15 am

Charlie

There is no way out of this stupid campground for at least two weeks....What have I gotten myself in to.

Gets out telescope and looks around the area to put his mind off of the current situation.
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saxon
 
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:37 am

Otto

Well, I have a suspect. It might be too early to be casting votes, but I think Trent Knowles (Northwind) fits the personality of the arch a little too closely for my comfort. He's reserved and calculating, and has everything planned out well in advance - consider that the arch didn't say a word, and gave instructions with simply a single hand gesture (which the other wolves immediately responded to). I'm also a little confused about why he was singing this morning, seems a little out of character (although he is colorful at home, if that has any relevance to camping).
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 9:41 am

Otto

As [adjective] as it is that we all get the opportunity to express our individual personalities and respective cognitive abilities, I think it's time we did some thinking about what we have to work with. I've made a brief list below, correct me if I'm wrong.

  • Bridge collapsed, presumably by wolves. No evidence as of yet regarding how this was accomplished.
  • There are three wolves and an arch, arch has a physically larger stature.
  • One of the females in the group is a confirmed innocent.
  • Arch wolf is a good communicator/planner (use of a single hand gesture to give instructions). I'd be willing to speculate that they might be the quieter and less-verbal type, although I'm not sure on that point.
  • One of the wolves (not the arch) was slower than the others in departing the scene. I suspect they are either incompetent, or reluctant to flee from the group.
  • Another of the wolves (also not the arch) has a temper, and snapped out at the slow wolf.
  • Ranger Mark was killed by a claw stroke through his throat, suggesting a compassionate or efficient wolf.
  • Dirt on Mark's chest. This is a mystery to me.


As for our interactions before this most gruesome murder, nothing stands out to me at all except for Sunshine Raindrop's evident detachment, although that fits his personality perfectly. It seems to me our best lead at the moment would be on the arch wolf.

Nathan
I think Mark was shoved down from behind.
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 5:08 am

Ranger Tom

Hey, hey, slow down there, keeners! I hope I've got the answers to what you seek.
Otto

Strange, most strange and unusual indeed. Is there any obvious cause regarding the damage to the bridge? Can we take a look at what remains of the structure?

EDIT: Host chose the wrong colour. :P

Weeeeeell... He looks kinda nervous. Hate to admit it, but that bridge was mighty old. Mark and I were actually talking about it the other day - I told him I didn't think it'd collapse till next year... He thought it'd cave at the first snowfall. Guess neither of us was quite right! Bridges are expensive, you know.

So if I had to guess, I'd say it was due mostly to age. Though we can always search around there to see if it's been tampered with!

OOC: Wrong color my butt. Bolded is quite adequate to me. Though if you want it red, go for it.
Marcus Smith

Question time.

The body, face up. Arms outstretched or crossed? Any scratches on the arms indicating defensive posturing? Did the wolves turn the body over after he fell face down? Is there blood anywhere but the pool we see? Did the slow wolf have any kind of physical impediment? Was the impatient wolf the same as the large wolf? Can you give us any more information about the screaming female?

EDIT: Added info to question.

Errr... Okee...

The arms look outstretched - one's above his head and one at his waist. But no scratches, I'm afraid. Can't really tell if the wolves turned him over. No, that's the only bloody spot. The slow wolf looked like it moved just fine. No, the growling wolf was shorter. And I can't really answer about the scream - I was too transfixed on the wolves!

Norman Norm

Confused about the bridge Was it cut by the wolves claws or by maybe some sort of tool?

Like I said before, I reckon the main reason it's down is natural due to age, but we'd have to take a closer look to be sure.

Sunshine Galore Daisy Raindrop

What were the wolves doing when we first saw them? Is there any indication of drag marks? Were either of the wolves involved in the growling incident the big one?

Edit: What was the tone of the growl? Angry, encouraging, etc? How did the wolf who was growled at react to being growled at?


Doing? They were grouped above the body, looking down at it. No dragging from what I could tell. No - both the growler and growlee were shorter.

As for tone? Ranger Tom flips through his Paranormal Creatures for Dummies book to the 'Werewolf' section, and studies it briefly. Err... I'm not exactly up to snuff on the nuances of wolf language, I gotta say. But one thing I know is that the growl sure seemed to get the wolf moving.
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:21 am

Nathan
I think Mark was shoved down from behind.


Marty


I agree.

Tell us about the dead ranger. Was he strong and able to put up a fight?
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 9:03 am


Marty


I agree.

Tell us about the dead ranger. Was he strong and able to put up a fight?

Ranger Tom

Mark and I went to MBU together. We've got Bachelors of Fine Arts! We were only hired here to tell people stories about nature. So no, neither of us is all that strong, I guess. I'm stronger than Mark - I can do 20 pushups, and he can only do ten!
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:59 am

Dan Micheals

well.... i say we go to the bridge. I am getting some pretty strong vibes from there. They are very strong. but by powers are greater then this evil.. For I am... Sir Micheals the Powerful.
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:15 am

Dana

Now, now everyone. We're all mortified over the death of a brave man, but we can not be allowed to lose both our heads and our morals.

We simply have to think clearly ask the proper questions and come down to the most basic and logical conclusion.

Even with the death of Capt. Picard Ranger Mark, this experience will provide us all with skills to discern friend and foe in the future.


Now... Those are some great questions everyone, lets keep asking good questions and soon we'll have all four of them.
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Post » Fri Jun 11, 2010 12:11 am

Sara

I agree with Dana. The only thing more frightening than a pack of werewolves in our campsite is a bunch of slow innocents who show little intellectual promise and logical ability to find their enemies.

If we were all at the bridge, looking back towards the camp, then that means that the wolves and the dead Ranger were lagging behind. Since the wolves didn't have anything to do with the destruction of the bridge, I suggest we search elsewhere, somewhere close to the firepit where the Ranger was killed. Where could the grass have come from that was on the Ranger's body? Sara asks rhetorically. There's no grass in a firepit.
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