Discontent Under Deck III: Spooky Version

[Mikkel Glahder]

Name: Harry Warden
Position: Camper
Bio: A former miner, Harry is a bit of a weirdo. He is known to be a very private person, but it is known that he later educated himself to get away from the accidents in the mine. Some may suggest that he is insane, even though he himself denies this. Harry was born in North Carolina in 1951.

 

[Dadarian]

May 24th, 1985; 18:15
Orders due - 17:00/07/04/2017
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18:00 - Electricity flickers then shorts out in the Clubhouse.
18:10 - Members of the Staff find one of Chad's signature hightops, bloody, by the Clubhouse power box.
18:15 - Chad is missing, the power box has a pair of blown fuses, and the only clue so far is the singular hightop.

NEEDED ORDERS:
1. Fix fuses to Clubhouse.
2. Where's Chad?

Remaining People:

Staff:

Fred Wilson [jeeray2000]
Jonah Reyes [F72Voyager]
Nate Fairbanks [etranger01]
Nancy Baker [Noco]
Chad Jarvis [NPC] (MISSING)
Harold Harper [Korona]

Campers:
George Whiterose [Luft]
Christian Henriksen [Sneaky]
William N. J. Simon [Sealy]
Soren Henriksen [Aedan]
Daniel Henriksen [Arrowfiend]
Nathan Arthur [TJDS]
Randy Farbanks [Shynka]
Henry Thornton [Latinkaiser]
Guillaume F. P. A. H. Bossard [Le Chef]
Bethany Duffield [XVG]
Eva Henrikson [oxfordroyale]
Harry Warden [Mikkel]

A tonne of other campers
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Control - Staff

Influence:
Staff: (5/5)
Baddies: (0/5)

GAME OFFICIALLY ONLINE​

 

[aedan777]

Gosh family, the power going out sure is inconvenient. But you know, it gives us a chance to get closer to nature and really appreciate what we take for granted in modern society. Let's pass the time until they fix the power by using this deck of cards I brought to play some good wholesome sevens in the open air, under the light of the sun, and by the campfire when it gets dark. It'll be great for familial bonding.

 

[Sneakyflaps]

Christian, less than pleased turns and rolls his eyes before going to the bathroom.

 

[sealy300]

Upon seeing the shirt, Simon merely comments "God, someone's on the rag."

 

[F72Voyager]

"¡Atención todos!" Jonah announces to the crowd amassing outside the clubhouse. "I assure you, the electricity issue will be fixed in no time flat. I have my best people on it. Now, as to the supposed desaparición, there is nothing to be worried about. The authorities will be contacted as soon as power is returned to our campo."

 

[Luftwafer]

Upon seeing a crowd of campers, George starts talking.

Oi Wargwan fam, some bait 110s innit. Some mash man just merked that Bayden, You get me?

If any of you chat any bare 411 to the 5-0 and a trident rolls up, I'll shank you fam, innit?

Any of you battyboys want to 2s me for some piff, come down my ends.

 

[Sithlent]

James Bradley "Jimmy" MacDonald Jr.
Camper

Born into a calm, serene, and financially prosperous upper middle-class family in the quiet town of Short Hills, New Jersey in 1957, Jimmy knew from an early age that he was determined to "out-Turing" Alan Turing (his personal idol) in mastering the art of technology and computing. After graduating summa cum laude from MIT in 1979, MacDonald was hired as a programmer and moderator for the US Department of Defense's ARPANET program in 1980, where he ruled the proto-Internet.

That was, of course, before The Incident That Shall Not Be Named.

TITSNBN destroyed Jimmy's emerging technological career. TITSNBN ruined Jimmy's financial prospects and forced him to depend on food stamps, welfare checks, and his family's comfortable pillow. Jimmy became a sinner rather than a winner. He failed his family name. Shame on Jimmy.

But now, Jimmy aims to redeem himself at Spring Lake. He knows that he hath sinned in the eyes of the Holy Father, and he has come to Spring Lake to clear his mind and to empty his thoughts about TITSNBN. Jimmy has only brought three essential items during his "pilgrimage":

— A water bottle (for hydration)
— A can of Chef Boyardee Ravioli (for food)
— A Smith & Wesson Model 686 revolver (for protection against the wilderness)

He hopes to change his life for the better (or maybe even worse, if God demands it) during this sacred pilgrimage.​

 

[Korona]

Harold speaks to the staff privately.

"So, we're gonna need to fix the power, that's issue number one guys. I can't give my lectures about the birth of Wölfflin if the power is out in the club house. I'm sure Chad is just messing around in the forest, you guys know Chad, right?"

 

[Sithlent]

Jimmy stares into the sky as he hears rumors of Chad's death.

"Eh, fuck the bastard," Jimmy confidently states to the campers. He smirks as he states his opinion "Chad was an immoral dickhead who betrayed the word of Father God by having sex before marriage and by being oh-so-prideful in his unholy antics. I say we eat the bastard if we find his corpse." Once again, Jimmy burst out laughing after stating his opinion.

"Anyways, I think we need to first focus on fixing the lights in the Clubhouse. Chad is a second-hand concern and should probably be ignored right now."

 

[Noco19]

"Jesus Christ Jimmy!"

In a huff, Nancy threw her hands in the air, gesturing wildly to the campers at large.

"Chad's gone and we found his bloody shoes - now you are just going to joke about it!? Who let this nut here?"

 

[LatinKaiser]

Henry was quite disturbed by the recent turn of events. With one of the Yanks disappearing, it was up to him to control the situation as best he could, as the colonials had clearly proved themselves less than capable of self-rule.

"Well, this is just the sort of thing that would happen to some poor young man, careless as they are, young men, always going off and doing rash things, like signing up to fight the Boers, only to find themselves facing a hundred Voortrekkers with hardly a whiff of true civilization between them -- it's just so terrible what headstrong young fools can do when left to their own devices; in my day we would send the youngsters off to school, or to the mines if they proved themselves beyond the reach of modern pedagogy, or to the Navy if they had nothing to offer society besides a vulgar sense of humor and a foul stench, impossible to get rid of once it had set, just like those blasted lice in the trenches -- why, I tell you, it wasn't half so bad when the Jerries would throw themselves over the top, for it did indeed distract us from those miserable vermin that burrowed in every orifice and would keep you awake all hours of night, even more so than the Big Berthas, which were themselves the pinnacle of the Hun's psychological torture, and if it hadn't been for the likes of Field Marshall Haig I daresay we'd be munching sauerkraut for breakfast and wolfing down sausage in the afternoon!"

Realizing that everyone had retreated to a separate room, Henry returned to his pipe and, sure that no one else was around, his copy of She, well-worn with dog-eared pages and a decaying cover.

 

[aedan777]

Upset by the unenthusiastic response he'd gotten from his family at his suggestion of playing good old sevens, Soren decided to see what other campers were doing, perhaps they would be up for some wholesome fun. But instead they seemed to be all in a bother about that Chad guy being missing.

"Now hold it right here, just wait one second. Who said anything about this Chad being dead? Seems a might overreaction to not have seen a guy for a few minutes and then declare him dead. And do we even know it's blood on his shoes? Maybe he spilt ketchup on them and took them off. And even if it's blood it could be from a wild animal. No need to get in a panic over all this. Get the power back on and Chad will probably turn back up. So really people, stop overreacting with this talk of death and murder, this is a good wholesome camp, filled with the spirit of America. Where families come to relax, have fun, and bond together over the origins of this great country, not where people die gruesomely. So let's focus on that and think positively."

 

[Sithlent]

Jimmy begins to huff and puff at Soren's statements.

"Soren, shut the fuck up you BASTARD! You're really triggering me right now. You are a vile human being and you are the epitome of hate and cruelty. I condemn you, you inbred Habsburg SOB."

Jimmy then sat back down and began opening his can of Chef Boyardee.

 

[oxfordroyale]

Eva eyed Jimmy warily before whispering to her husband.

"What the hell is wrong with him? Maybe the stick was shoved too far up his ass?"

"Also, honey, don't be a fool - Chad is definitely dead."

 

[aedan777]

Soren gives a bewildered look at the clearly deranged man screaming at him. Deciding that the mentally ill were best left to their own devices, Soren turned to his wife.

"Honey how can you say that? You find some shoes with a bit of blood on them, and a guy's missing for 20 minutes, and you're certain he's dead? That's preposterous. I'm sure there's a much more mundane and less extreme explanation for his disappearance. People don't just mysteriously die in American campsites. This is part of the great outdoors, a link to the abundant wealth of nature. I'm sure Chad just got caught up in that and will be back to us soon."

 

[Dadarian]

Sithlent, Everyone stop swearing or you'll be kicked and banned.

 

[XVG]

Bethany Duffield could hear some noise echoing from the clubhouse. She looked at the clock and shrugged. Only six in the evening and the youth were already starting their daily ruckus and promiscuity. Needless to say it made her more than upset every single time. Bethany gave a long look at the crowd gathering outside the clubhouse, and shook her head. Whatever they were picking up from the ground didn’t interest her at all. She snorted and walked away from the cabins, mumbling a psalm. The weather was great and there were still plenty of hours to sunset. Bethany was looking forward to whatever evidence of Lord’s grace she would find in the woods this time.

 

[Shynka]

"There's something wrong going on here, something wrong." Inebriated and feeling extremely brave, Randy approached his bed, from under which he pulled his wive's heavy plastic suitcase. He waited for something like this his whole life, for something to go wrong, to give him a chance to shine. He would show those kids, Chad Evertor, Mick Newport, Brad McNormiene, he'd show all of them, he'd be in the papers as the guy who found the teenager and shot the hippie who tried to rape him. He quickly undid the zipper on Sally's suitcase, threw the clothes she didn't take with her onto the floor, and pulled from the false-bottom a thin wooden container, secured with a small gold padlock. It felt lighter than usual, but he was both drunk and excited enough not to care. From behind the Reagan picture in his wallet, Randy produced the key; despite his drunken state he opened the gun case with no problem. He practiced opening it every day of his life, hoping for a chance to use the Smith and Wesson inside on some God damn Commie punk, drunk or sober.

"I'm taking this so you don't shoot either yourself, or God forbid, some innocent dogs that happen to cross you, like you did at my Aunt Jenny's. It'll be at my moms, with me and the kids, we'll see you once you happen to find some sense somewhere. Don't make me regret not marrying Chad, Randy. Your loving Sally."

Angry, Randy threw the wooden container against the wall, and took to one of the half empty bottles that littered the floor.

 

[Sithlent]

"I think we need to do something against this corrupt system," Jimmy proudly stated. He began munching on his Chef Boyardee Ravioli whilst stating his opinion, but that didn't matter to Jimmy.

"We need to solve the issue, guys. Stop diverging and let's unite as a family, God wills it!"