SOTN PBEM Nostromo - Player Journals
August 1st, 1838 (Turn 1)
August 8th, 1838 (Turn 2)
August 15th, 1838 (Turn 3)
August 22nd 1838 (Turn 4)
Khartoum.
August. 1st, 1838.
We left Khartoum and hurried quickly upstream against a sluggish
current. We do expect to be above the cataracts before we camp for
the night. The journey is boring and uneventful, the only
entertainment afforded is that of my trusty schauser Babs Ameil
continually yipping and yapping at nothing, and nipping at the heels
of the local ner-do-wells, ruffians and sluggards that we hired for a
pittance! Have to watch the lot of them or they'l rob me blind.
"Well done Babs!", she's just latched on to another of the
Blighters!..."Good Hound, and paddle, you worthless commoners"
August 8th 1838 (Turn 2)
We've camped above the cataracts on the Blue Nile. The sky at night
was clear as crystal, so clear I was certain that I would soon see
Orion spring to life, leap or' the Mountains of the Moon wield his
fearsome club and pound to bullybeef the heathen bearer bastard
coughing and hacking through the night. If I could have him throttled
without upsetting the rest of the bounders I would! Next expedition,
I DO NOT hire entire families as slav.... er, bearers. To hard to put
one aside, if you know what I mean, when they are causing you to lose
a good nights sleep!
"Higgins, up you get lad! Go stuff a sock in that rag-a-muffins
mouth, I do need my sleep"
We are to head upstream to the south east, and then southwest, if
possible, but following the river in any case. We shall see what the
day brings.
August 15th 1838 (Turn 3)
Harumph...another damnable cataract, damned inconvenient. I think I
actually blistered my heel on this one. And poor little Babs Amiel was
damn near drowned in an eddy! She was being carried up stream by one of
the trolls who pass as bearers when she playfully decided to nip at his
ear. Well the lout lets out a great bellow and leaps into the river with
my poor puppy attached to the side of his bloody head! Then all hell
broke loose as everyone dropped their loads and rushed to the waters
edge. A few of the braver sort went into the water to save the fellow, I
soon set them straight with a few well placed rounds between them and
the struggling coward...they rescued Babs first, as should have been
done. He looked well able to swim to me!
As they pumped the water from his lungs I felt a twinge of pity and
decided to give Babs a fresh bone to chew upon. Good old Babs, I
wouldn't have know what to do with out her!
"Higgins lad! Tell Perkins to have Wiggins inform Jenkins that they are
to get the half drowned sod on his feet, or throw him back in the
river! We push on.. NOW!"
August 22nd 1838 (Turn 4)
That will teach me for spending a week in the company of my pipe!
I come around and find that the whole bloody expedition has come to a
ruddy halt!!! Can these incompetants do nothing correctly without my
guidance?
"Higgins locate Perkins, and if you accomplish that, the both of you
get in here and tell me what has happened"... off he goes. I was
sitting blissfully staring up river stroking Bab's belly and thought,
what better time then this for some innocent diversion. Nothing
better then warm sun and a to the brim hookah. Though the Fuzzy Wuzzy
girl who looked after Babs Amiel was a looker, I paid little
attention to her, only trouble would come of that.
Higgens and Perkins arrived and gave me some cockamayme explanation
of the river ending will I was "asleep". "Bull twadle" says I "you
idiots lost the damned river, it didn't end! Now get Wiggins and
Jenkins and get everyone turned about and headed back to the forks at
Khartoum....Move your arrses, we make for the White Nile at top
speed...
And you girl, find my blasted puppy and cover yourself......