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May 24th, 1985; 18:31
Orders due - 18:00/08/04/2017
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18:16 - Members of the Staff begin searching for fuses.
18:20 - Harold Harper replaces the fuses, Clubhouse has power again.
18:25 - Bethany Duffield goes on a nature walk, expected back around 19:00.
18:30 - Christian Henrickson finds the body of Jimmy, Chef Boyardee can shoved down his gullet, dead and posed in a moderately sexy fashion in Christian's bunk.
18:31 - Crows begin to gather around the Clubhouse in large numbers.

NEEDED ORDERS:
1. Oh no, They killed Jimmy!
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]
Jimmy B. MacDonald Jr. [Sithlent]

A tonne of other campers
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Control - Staff

Influence:
Staff: (5/5)
Baddies: (0/5)
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"Most worrying, is this!" shouted Bossard as he joined other campers gathered around the bodies. Some were crying, others were yelling in fear, yet others still standing in shocked silence.

"Christian. I loved him. He was my friend. We spoke over the politics and the France, my home country. Now he is dead! So sad. Too sad. ... The police! The police must know. They must find the criminal! We must find him!"

Bossard shuffled off in sadness to his place. He only hoped the police would be notified in time. As he went, he sang the songs of his childhood, including Frere jacques and Les casques de la viande du printemps.
 
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Soren is increasingly bewildered by the turn of events going on, as well as the utterly bizarre characters sharing the camp with him and his family.

"Uh, Mr. Frenchman sir, my son Christian isn't dead. The, uh, body in my son's bed is that lunatic who was previously screaming obscenities. And while I agree we should inform the police of this, you people are really making a bigger deal of this than makes sense. It's obvious the now dead... what was his name? Jonathon? Yeah that sounds right. Jonathon was obviously a deeply disturbed man. It's very possible he did this to himself, in a sad effort to sate his hunger by eating the can and suffocating in the attempt. It's a depressing world for men disturbed like that, so we should not make light of him. Certainly it's needless to say he was murdered. The most important thing right now is to get this body out of my son's bed, there's really no reason for it to be there."

Soren then takes the corpse and dumps it outside his family's lodging.
 
Christian was not sure what disturbed him the most, the corpse or the reaction of his father, this was disgusting, utterly disgusting and he felt the need to puke, but for now he just ran out of the tent, he needed some time alone.
 
"What's important is we don't call the cops. This guy clearly choked, clearly some sorta pervert. Don't call the cops, they're all corrupt round here, don't call em. They're all corrupt. This one here he just strayed from Jesus. We need some time, some time to see if everyone's all right. We can't call the cops." Randy stumbled out, backing away from the clubhouse, his mind firmly on the 8 kilograms of the devils weed in his suitcase.

1. In a panicked state, sabotage the local phone system so that no one can call the Police, so they don't find my weed.
 
Henry watched the unfolding events with great interest -- it had been ages since he had last been to America, and the curious nature of this quaint retreat provided him with a fine opportunity for observing Americans in their own habitat.

"My, my! I say, these horrible occurrences -- a disappearence and a death -- truly surpass even my most far-fetched expectations! Now, there has been talk of phoning the police, but I personally have never trusted American coppers -- there's no one on Earth more reliable than the good old British bobby, you see, and these Anerican lawmen all think of themselves as those frontier gunslingers you see in Westerns, always charging in, guns blazing, shooting everything up and then asking questions later, or you get that dreadful FBI, those so-called G-men who distinguish themselves from small town sheriffs only by the calibre and magazine capacity of their weapons -- Tommy guns and whatnot. I'm with that chap over there: it's simply unecessary to create more confusion by involving the local law enforcement."
 
Jonah overhears Henry's disparaging remarks.

"Señor, I would remind you that we are in America. And, as such, we must report any felonies committed to the local American autoridades. Whether we like it or not, the policía are coming, and they are coming now."

He stalked off while lifting a megaphone to his mouth.

"¡Reunión de Personal! ¡Ahora!"
 
F72Voyager said:
Jonah overhears Henry's disparaging remarks.

"Señor, I would remind you that we are in America. And, as such, we must report any felonies committed to the local American autoridades. Whether we like it or not, the policía are coming, and they are coming now."

He stalked off while lifting a megaphone to his mouth.

"¡Reunión de Personal! ¡Ahora!"
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"Bloody Dagoes," Henry muttered under his breath. "They'll never take Gibraltar!"
 
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After Soren dumped the body of Jimmy Jonathon on some bushes in the camp, he walked to the clubhouse where the Mexican man was loudly talking about how they were in America.

"Now I don't speak Mexican well, but I'm pretty sure I agree with what Mr. Hana here is saying. America is a fine, civilized country, and its boys in blue are some good folks, doing their part to help the rest of us. Law-abiding citizens like us have nothing to fear from calling the police to deal with this. And besides, if we don't call someone to do something about the body, it'll just lie around here and start to rot, which will really ruin the camping experience."
 
By now, Nancy had lost any sort of color in her face. Chad going missing was one thing, but Jimmy was without a doubt murdered. That guy was a creep-job, but to be killed? This was getting out of hand. Fighting through tears, she finally spoke up.

"Guys, we need to work together. We need to find Chad..."

She paused, wiping tears away from her face as she thought about the possibility of him being dead rather than missing.

"And then get the hell out of here! As camp counselor, I am responsible for safety, and I've let all this...the staff needs to organize search parties and actually do something before anyone else gets hurt."

Gesturing towards the other staff members, she looked unexpectedly, hoping that people took her seriously through her emotional breaks.
 
Jonah nodded.

"Those are some very good points, Nancy. Why don't you and Harold pair up and search the camp? Be as thorough as you can. We have to confirm whether or not Chad is simplemente desaparecido or if, Dios me libre, he is actually dead. Fred, Nate, take the body into one of the unused cabins and make sure that no one disturbs it. ¿Entiendes?"
 
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May 24th, 1985; 18:45
Orders due - 14:00/09/04/2017
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18:32 - Nancy and Harold go off to look for Chad in the forest.
18:35 - Christian Henrickson goes off to Spring Lake to recollect himself from seeing Jimmy's gullet-ardee.
18:40 - Harry Warden goes off into the forest.
18:41 - Bethany Duffield returns unexpectedly, and when discovers the fate of Jimmy begins to praise Jesus.
18:42 - Bossard tries to use the Clubhouse phone, finds the lines cut.
18:43 - Jonah Reyes tries to use the Office phone, finds those lines cut!
18:45 - Yet more crows, now with a growing number of black birds, flock to the Clubhouse.

NEEDED ORDERS:
1. Oh no, They killed Jimmy!
2. Where's Chad?
3. THE BIRDS.
4. THE PHONES!

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]
Jimmy B. MacDonald Jr. [Sithlent]

A tonne of other campers
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Control - Staff

Influence:
Staff: (5/5)
Baddies: (0/5)
 
During her stroll in the close vicinity of the park, Bethany Duffield felt that something was wrong. Almost as if the Lord’s angels had conveyed a message to her using the surrounding nature as a medium. She could see crows and hear a harrowing silence. Without wasting time, Bethany Duffield made her way back to the trailer camp, only to hear that a grave misfortune had been inflicted upon the small community. After the initial shock and panic, Bethany collected her thoughts and begun doing what was right. Pray to the Lord to accept the misguided soul.

“Where is the body of this lost sheep of Our Shepherd? He must be given a proper Christian burial and funeral prayers at once!”

The crows were certainly frightening her even more, but Bethany Duffield laid her trust in the Lord. Truly there was a reason for this worrying message, truly the sinners should now finally repent!

Bethany Duffield will go look for the hidden body in order to preside over a proper Christian burial for poor Jimmy.
 
Having grown tipsy by sipping from the small flask of whiskey hidden in her purse, Eva decides to explore, leaving the children with her husband. Taking a piss in a nearby wooded area, her attention is drawn immediately to the Clubhouse, where loud crow calls can be heard even through the trees. Her interest piqued, she endeavors to investigate.

[Order: Eva goes to investigate the Clubhouse, and to determine why so many crows have gathered there.]
 
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May 24th, 1985; 19:04
Orders due - 14:00/11/04/2017
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18:46 - Harold and Nancy split up to look for clues.
18:48 - Christian Henrickson sees the unfortunate ghost of Jimmy (or does he?). Jimmy tries to do something but can't cause he's dead and a ghost.
18:49 - Christian Henrickson sprints in terror to the Fishing Shop and steals a fillet knife for personal protection.
18:51 - Bethany Duffield leaves the Clubhouse to give Jimmy a burial. Given she's just an old Southern woman, she can't actually bury Jimmy, so she sprinkles him with holy water and says three Hail Marys instead.
18:56 - Harold hears Nancy scream, and when he rushes off to see her finds a leather clad biker hoisting a bloody sack. Biker looks at Harold and Harold flees to camp.
18:59 - Fred Wilson and Eva Henrickson try to shoo the birds away from the Clubhouse, but they look disinterestedly at the couple and CAW when poked.
19:01 - Harry tries to feed the birds, then is forced to flee back to Camp when is attacked by nearly 50 crows, blackbirds, and now gathering ravens.
19:03 - Jonah Reyes shocks himself trying to repair the phone lines. It hurts a bit.
19:04 - Campers report movement in Jimmy's cabin, when the Staff investigate, they find Jimmy's gun GONE.

NEEDED ORDERS:
1. OH NO, THE KILLER IS A LEATHER CLAD BIKER!
2. Where's Chad?
3. THE BIRDS.
4. THE PHONES!
5. Where's Jimmy's gun?

Remaining People:

Staff:

Fred Wilson [jeeray2000]
Jonah Reyes [F72Voyager]
Nate Fairbanks [etranger01]
Nancy Baker [Noco] (MISSING)
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]
Jimmy B. MacDonald Jr. [Sithlent] (Gullet-yardee'd)

A tonne of other campers
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Control - Staff?

Influence:
Staff: (5/5)
Baddies: (0/5)
 
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Nate rouses himself from his definitely-not-pharmaceutical stupor, hears that someone needs burying, and goes to look for a shovel.

Order: Go find a shovel, then bury the dead camper.
 
Fred Wilson had a calling, and he knew he must complete it. He didn't know what triggered it, maybe those odd folk preaching about Jesus, maybe something else, but for the first time in his life he knew his destiny. He must get rid of the crows and assorted other birds covering the club house. Just shooing them away won't do it either, he'll have to kill them or at least cripple the devils. He knew the birds would fight back, he saw what they did to Harry, but that wouldn't stop him.

[Gather rocks to throw at birds. Put on several layers of clothes and wrap clothes around head for protection. Throw the rocks at the birds.]
 
As another person went missing, and as the amount of birds in air just continued to exponentially grow, Bethany Duffield was convinced. This was the work of the Devil and his demons. The fact that the vast majority of the campers had abandoned the Lord and done sins of various multitudes had surely driven this scourge upon them! Making them repent would be the only way to make the Lord save the souls of every single camper. The Devil had to be driven away.

“Listen my fellows! These acts aren’t by a mortal, but by the Devil! Beelzebub himself has sent his agents, his demons, to wreak havoc upon you sorry sinners and blasphemers! Repent now and pray to the Lord, for He is the only one who can still save us! There’s not much time left, just look at those haunting birds, those demons!”

Try to convince the people at the camp to pray away the Devil haunting them.
 
Soren realized it had been a while since he had seen his son Christian, and he wasn't in the family lodgings they had. Concerned, Soren began to check the camp for his son.
 
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