Imprisonment Three: Hunting Grounds

[Judge Sam]

IMPRISONMENT THREE

You may be exhausted, I bet. Our first challenge ended just now, and one team claimed victory. Check the Results thread posted in the challenge forum for complete information. The winning get to choose which team goes to Exile… as well as which successful competitors get the coveted Immunity from Imprisonment Four. Unfortunately, at the moment, they are just as much in danger as the rest of you.

One group not in danger are the Spies, who have selected one of you to say sayonara to so soon. You’ve already cut their ranks almost in half, with Adrasteia, Lydia, and Perry biting the dust so soon. How many more citizens would have to go before the citizens are cut in half? A lot!

What made the Spies so easy to pick out from the crowd? What clues did they leave towards their hidden allies? And will the remaining Spies be so markedly conspicuous?

Only by Exiling them will we be able to tell. But before we can do that, one of you must bite the dust, and before that, we have to tell a story! Now tonight’s story is NOT part of the main Spies 7 storyline. Usually what I do in each game is have just some unrelated short stories thrown in there. Think of it like a drama where not every storyline directly fits into the main plotlines. I like these, they are fun to write!

Additionally, this time instead of people becoming safe as time goes on, people will become vulnerable as time goes on. At the end one of the vulnerable players will be Imprisoned.





VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

Socializing outside of work with your coworkers can be a strange concept. These are people who you see eight out of sixteen waking hours a day, five out of seven days a week. These are people who you hear their voice hourly, people whose faces you see more often. Just one of these people is more constantly present in your life than your three best friends put together. These are people who you talk to more than your own family.


By all measures, these should be the people who you know the most intimately in life. And yet, despite spending all this time with your coworkers, many of them you barely know at all. And if you do know them, you only know their work persona. You only see them dressed in suits and ties, in dress shirts and dress shoes. You only hear the stories that are appropriate to tell at work.

So the idea of spending even more time with them, on one of the few days a year you don’t see them, can be a strange concept. Especially since when these people are not at work, they may have a completely different personality.






VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

These are the thoughts that Julia was thinking as she jumped into the car with her fellow co-workers on an early Sunday morning.

Another thought: “Why the hell did I agree to go hunting???”

“I’m so excited about our hunting trip!” Yuri exclaimed from the front seat. “Man I’ve been waiting all winter for hunting season to come back again. It’s been a long time and I’ve been dying to go out. You just can’t shoot anything when all the good stuff is hibernating underground for winter.”


“Yeah,” Sara said dryly. “Gotta love the new year. Spring brings with it so many wonderful things – blooming flowers, abundant food, and new life. And mother deer who are both more sluggish and bigger targets because they are fat with child.”

“Exactly!” Yuri said, caressing lovingly the shotgun standing upright between his knees. “There’s just nothing like the ambient, peaceful, tranquil sound of nature. And there’s nothing like that sound being pierced. Pierced by the booming explosion of death missiles aimed directly between a clueless goat’s eyes.”

VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

The five were ready to prepare themselves for a difficult hunt. Yuri and Sophi were eager to spend long hours in a frigid forest, patiently aiming their weapon, desperately listening for any ruffling sound. He was ready to be covered in mud and plants, sweating from the exertion, becoming one with nature. She was ready to become the ultimate predator.

Sara, Sophi, Yuri, Julia, and Joshua hopped out of the car and onto the gravely parking lot at their hunting location. They walked into the expansive, air-conditioned hunting lodge and bought bullets. They rented guns, scopes, and bags to carry the carcasses. Julia even walked over to the luxurious gift shop, and bought an exquisite hunting outfit complete with camouflage trenchcoat, designer sunglasses, and a fashionable visor.

Their final purchase was their actual prey. For $7.50 a head, they could purchase roosters, chickens, and geese which they could release themselves to shoot. Professionals would kick open a box, the rooster would noisily fly away, and the five could take aim at the newly freed creature.





VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

“Look at them,” Joshua said, lip pouting, as he pointed towards the roosters walking around in cages in front of the five. “All of them are just standing there, meandering, heads bobbing, just waiting to be systematically slaughtered.”

The rooster cock-a-doodle-doo’d in response.

Sophi sighed. “Welcome to this little thing called life,” Sophi responded. “Every animal has its place on Earth. The strong eat the weak. The stronger eat the strong. And I know for a fact you eat lots of fried chicken.”


Joshua rolled his eyes as he looked back at the caged rooster. It reminded him of the live lobsters they displayed in aquariums at Red Lobster. Live, happy lobsters, contentfully crawling around. Just waiting to be scooped up, carved up, and presented on a dinner plate.

“Come back to the real world Joshua,” Yuri said as Joshua stared at the roosters. “Look, God wanted it this way. Man is the undeniable champion over nature, he rightfully controls all other denizens of Earth. If God wanted to roosters to rule over man, he would have given them tiny machine guns and lasers to shoot from their eyes.”

VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

Finally the five were off on their hunting adventure. Julia insisted they rent a golf cart so the five were driving along a paved path, their prey waiting patiently in boxes at their feet.

Yuri was seated in the back seat, facing opposite the driver, gun primed eager to locate some prey. He immediately jerked his gun to the left at the sign of ruffling foliage.

“Hey watch it there Buffalo Yuri!” Sara yelled as another golf cart turned the corner, brushing against the plants on the side of the road. The people in the golf cart looked in horror as Yuri had his gun pointed at them.

“Yuri, if you shoot those prey, you’re going to have to pay a lot more than $7.50 a head to get out of that mess.”

The golf cart stopped at the end of the road and the five headed north into the forest. They hiked over rock faces, through rushing streams, and through all sorts of foliage. They had been searching for hours and hadn’t seen or heard any wild prey nearby. It was like the forest had been evacuated of all life.




VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

“This is the most retarded thing I’ve done since Joshua dragged me to that Ricky Martin concert with him last week,” Julia said to herself, scratching the rash on her hand with one arm while swatting a fly in her face away with the other. “Whose idea was it to leave those homely, nice boxed roosters in the golf cart and go out looking for real prey?”

Silence.

“Oh yeah, I remember who,” Julia said, answering her own question smugly. “It was our little Annie Oakley, here Sophi. Something about ‘let’s go out and do some real hunting, I’m sure there’s just an innocent deer waiting for us patiently out here somewhere.’”

“Have you found that deer yet Sophi?” Julia asked sarcastically. “Huh? Have you?” She was pretty pleased with herself at coming up with that one.


“Sophi, I said, have you found it? Sophi? Sophi did you hear me?”

But Sophi was nowhere to be found. Looking around, Julia frantically looked for her friends. All had become separated from one another, lost in the unforgiving jungles, miles away from civilization.

Each was totally alone.

Suddenly, they heard a sound. A sound they had all been eagerly searching for. A ruffle in the woods, a crunch of twigs, branches shaken.

But the sound they had all been searching for, in truth, wasn’t going to be one that they wanted to hear.




VULNERABLE:

[Judge Sam]

Some members of the Coral Gables Conspiracy Club had thought they were safe in the wilderness.




























Some members of the Club were wrong.



















































The hunters were about to become the hunted.

Henry has been Imprisoned by the Spies.

You will never see him again.

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Henry : please post Final Words in your confessional immediately.


Judge Sam: “NOOOOOO!!!!!! Henry, one of the most colorful, creative, unique, and enjoyable characters in the Burg has been ripped away from us by the nasty Spies. He’s been ripped out of his memorable library and thrown into a similar drab place guarded by a firm taskmaster – jail. =( Despite being in the game for only thirteen days Henry has brought so much laughter to it through his character, one-on-one conversations, and active spy hunting.

It was an absolute joy to have you play Henry, thank you for bringing so much to the game and I hope you enjoyed yourself. I know for a fact tons of viewers loved having you around. It seemed every post or conversation you had something hilarious to say as we learned more about poor Henry’s life in that little old library. I’m going to miss hearing about Henry and his pee breaks and I know a lot of other people will too. ;_; "


Judge Sam: “Well, Henry’s gone. We’ve finished Imprisonment and a challenge, and there’s still yet more to come. Exile Three is coming up, I’m going to schedule it very soon and edit it in here: 11:00 PM CST Wednesday live. Unfortunately, if it on Wednesday, I won’t be around. However Patrick will be available to answer most of your questions and conduct the Exile. He has my cell phone number. His AIM name is flashinglights78 and he knows your alignments. Feel free to ask him anything you would ask me.

The only thing I ask is that you be extra vigilant with penalty votes this time around, as in not getting them. It was a real pain to deal with last Exile and it would be difficult for Patrick to make sure he’s got everything lined up correctly.


Goodbye Henry."

Truth springs from argument amongst friends.
-David Hume

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