Werepenguin XIX - The Qantas Conspiracy - Game Thread

Night has now fallen and it has gotten dark. With no artificial lights of a city most are used to, darkness has taken a new meaning.

Don't wish to be picky but it's midsummer in Antarctica, and unless this revelation of the truism of flat-earthism has other disclosures, it doesn't get dark.

At last! Evreka!

I developed a new test. When I spread tetranitrinseolid and dicarbontetratin  combination of solution to human skin if that person is penguin enough then color of his skin should turn the blue.

When the fate of Thork has been decided, then as far as food is concerned we should head north to the Weddell Sea, there is a a summer camp there manned by the US at Gould Bay, if it has not been overrun by penguins we should be able to use our American members to interpret for us, although if they suspect our reasons for being here they may just shoot us on sight.

Regarding thork. I like thork. I respect thork. Frankly no one has been a stronger ally to thork than I have been.

 However the fact remains that he's hogging a great deal of skin that we need to get our plane operational again.

Therefore it is with great sorrow that I must recommend that we confiscate thorks skin. He may die from this or he may live. Medical science doesnt really have an answer one way or the other.

If we put Thork out of his misery can we BBQ him? THERE ARE NO CANDY CORNS ON THIS PLANE.

 
Also the Weddell Sea contains Sea lions, and these plucky buggers eat Penguins, I shall tame two and name them Marjoram and Pie-face, they will sniff out the penguins amongst us and give us victory.

Regarding Thork, I suggest we murder him, but sweetly. Maybe sing him a song or something. Here's why. As Crouton noted, we need the skin. There's no way around that. Further though, he has a pancreas, and it is my firm belief that we can use his pancreas to fashion a Werepenguin trap. We might be able to trap the bad guys AND also get out of here if all goes well.

I am not a doctor hence can not decide an euthanasia.

The decision was unanimous. Thork would be killed to end his suffering. Crouton was also keen to get possession of his skin. But who was to do it? Would they draw straws? Would there be any volunteers?

"Guys, I guess I'll do it. We really need that skin to get off this island and I'm also the one that found him. It should be me. I will take the burden of this away from all your conscious"

Thork who was still in earshot did not like what he heard

"WTF you guys? Cant you save me? And my skin!? Seriously? <cough>"

Thork was a mixture between blubbering, coughing and anger. The crash had crushed both his legs. He tried to drag himself away from the fuselage and flee but given his collapsed lung and torn liver it was useless. Would he meet the end with grace and dignity? Taking one for the team? Or would he go out a whimpering coward....

Thork chose the latter, and as Crouton grabbed a pillow and covered Thorks face, the struggle was soon over and Thork was no more....

Thork, a flat earther, is dead

"Sorry buddy. I really hated having to do that but I promise your death is not in vain. I will fashion your skin into a sail and we will all get out of here." Crouton turns to the group, most of them aghast at where they are at now. It seemed only last week we were all enjoying ourselves on the Flat Earth forum, far removed from any plane crash, penguins and now skinning each other

It was late in the night now and people were tired. Only a few hours until dawn. Better to try and sleep because tomorrow they would need to hunt for food.

"Why are there day/night cycles over here anyway? Flat or Globe, it should stay sunny in this far reaching part of the world" Jura questioned. Something was definitely amiss about this place.

So, the flat earthers had murdered and skinned another flat earther from a different group, Lord of the flies on ice, wonderful.

Jura set about making some knives from the ceramic remains of the turbine blades, also a net from the string things that hold the menus and crash instructions to the back of the seats, all tied together.

The net might not be necessary, if the flocks of Adélie penguins are as big as in her guidebook said, she would get Marjoram and Pie-face to herd them like sheep, when she’d found and tamed them of course.

“Come bye Pie-face, come bye”. She practiced her calls.

Bom wakes up in the cockpit confused (also not knowing the game has started) and suffering from the effects of a concussion he unknowingly received at his attempts of landing the plane.

Until he figures out what is going on (still a little confused on the rules) he empties a bag pack and places two oxygen tanks and 2 large water bottles filled with the planes kerosene fuel. He pulls fuel lines from the wreckage, one brass y fitting and one brass t. He routes the oxygen ahead of the bottles with the Y and the fuel in the t. He pulls a solenoid out of the cockpit along with a small backup battery.

He then takes his make shift flame thrower on top of the fuselage with him, has a seat and watches everyone while thinking of what the hell to do....also try to get rid of the migraine that is increasing in severity

Oh...he also finds amusement in rab's brown pants

It would soon be dawn again. A lot of people had trouble sleeping. Especially after what happened with Thork. Some people tried to sleep it off but others clearly were disturbed. He was going to die anyway. No one liked him. We showed mercy to end his pain.

Were these noble justifications?

Crouton got straight to work on Thorks skinning.

"Damn it! there is no way this will be enough!! Maybe if he wasn't circumcised.... Ah who am I kidding. We are going to need a lot more bodies worth of skin to fashion a sail large enough. Space Cowgirl, you can fish out his meat and organs. We are soon going to need breakfast"

Bom Tishop still nursing a concussion missed the whole killing of Thork but was recovering nicely enough to makeshift a flame thrower. It may come in handy to BBQ whats left of Thork. It's cannibalism or starvation at this point.

Colonel Gaydafi, mortified by where we had come to excuses her self and went into one of the planes toilets to collect her thoughts. She sits there for some time.

As the sun cracked open the sky and it was time to prepare a BBQ people noticed her absence.

"Where is Colonel Gaydafi? Did she already go for a wander?"

NSS recalled he last saw her go to the toilet and would go knock on the door and check. As he knocks on the door the door inches open. Inside, there is blood in the toilet. Blood on the toilet. Blood on the walls.

"Geez Gayer, I guess it was that time of month? Nasty! Hey where are you anyway?" He feels a drip hit his head. He touches his hair and when he looks at his hand, there is now blood on his hand. Rubbing it between his fingers he feels the oily texture. "What is this?". He licks his finger and tastes a distinct iron flavor. "What the...." He looks up at the ceiling and there is Colonel Gaydafi. Or, what's left of her, on the ceiling. Held in place with her intestines fashioning a kind of web. Whatever happened, happened very quickly and very violently

"GUYS! IT'S GAYER!! SHE'S BEEN KILLED!! WTF!!!"

wise comes running in first and sees NSS with blood on his hands and hair and the remains of Gayer above him

"YOU PENGUIN!! YOU KILLED HER!!"

The rest of the gang now very awake from the commotion come running to the scene of the crime. It was clear now. There was a penguin among them after all and they were all in danger

Space Cowgirl tells everyone to remain calm as baseless accusations were not going to make anyone safer, except for maybe the penguin.

"In addition to hunting for more food today and finding a way off this island, we should investigate who is the most likely perpetrator of this horrible crime and put them to death. We vote by sunset

Everyone is in a mild state of shock and panic. Who could do this? Still, it's been a while since anyone had anything nourishing to eat and Thork wasn't going to cook himself.


Will wise's tetranitrinseolid and dicarbontetratin solution work? Or good old fashioned accusations and voting nab the culprit?

Colonel Gaydafi, a flat earther is killed

I am being quite serious about the pancreas. We need Thork's pancreas, some string, a shovel of some sort, and the sharpest shrapnel we can find.


I grab a twisted piece of metal and begin chiseling a hole into the ground.

Bloody hell, Jura had just found one of the flight attendants bags and secured herself a pair of wicked Raybans, in which she looked supremely cool and not incidentally, was now ready for a walk across the snow, when people started shouting about Gayer, upstager!

Turns out it was a little bit more than that, and Jura had felt shame as well as sense of déjà vu, she also realised that it wouldn’t do to hold her breath for an invite into any discussions by the ghost council, if at all that would come much later.

I wonder what she did with her cribbage board? Dibs!

Boydsta! was acting weird, nothing new there then.

Gayer's dead body is greatly displeased. And greatly displaced.

I can't believe this is happening, and I can't help feeling this has all happened before and will all happen again. I will not try to gather Gayer's remains for the BBQ, she deserves a proper send off.

I didn't really understand the game. I only understood that there are good and bad. if there is a good on one side, it must be bad on the other side . I consider NSS's constant accusation of me as a distortion effort. gayer here has a good dialogue with me at the moment and so  I would prefer to continue with her even I would to lose the game. my tests show that the ratio of tetranitrinseolid and dicarbontetratin in women and NSS is in the blue alarm state. any one or more of them may be guilty.

Wise walks to group and throws the paper of test results to NSS'es face.

The sudden arrival of Bom just before Gayer’s demise had underlined another problem, were there still members of the group still unconscious or dead aboard the plane, has anyone seen Bully, Junker or JD since the crash?

Jura was going to set off north to try and find the coast and the huge colony of penguins that supposedly were there, at least there would be birds to eat, possibly eggs, anyone coming? I have stabby things and nets and a plan to harness Sea-lions.

Mundin raises his hand when Jura asks for volunteers.  Finally something to do, I've been at a loss for a solid plan.  before leaving, I fashioning a walking stick from a piece of the plane that was damaged when we crashed.   Strips of a leather carry-on bag serve as the handle and the sharp edges will be good for any sea-lion or penguin attack.

   

I have dug quite a big hole now, about 8' deep. Definitely big enough for a Werepenguin. I'm going to collect some sharp pieces of shrapnel long enough to mortally impale these beasts and arrange them spikey side up in the hole, then use some sticks, clothes, and snow to cover the hole up. EVERYBODY WATCH OUT FOR THE HOLE OK?

Would someone mind collecting Thork and Gayer's pancreases? We need to hang them up above the hole. This is a good plan.

I am going to follow wise's lead in this game.

I am going to follow wise's lead in this game.

Good idea, i think he was about to volunteer to accompany me and Mundy on our push north on an egg hunt, we could do with 5 or more just in case one or more are penguins.

The last time I volunteered to do something together, the person who made that suggest was killed. Jura made a proposal now. Yes, that's fair enough. I began to think that we should accompany the tour of the Jura and Mundy. Of course, we should not forget tetranitrinseolid and dicarbontetratin. and most importantly, we must not separate from each other.

Lead us into victory, Gayer!

Your skin shall not go to waste!

Of course, gayer's leadership is reasonable and understandable. junker's proposal of my leadership is good but there is no such way. Of course, there are different tricks here. I don't want to be a pillar for the penguins' march or a paving stone of people's victory. then, under the leadership of gayer, I can go this  way with mundy, junker and jura; and with crouton and all others want to march with us to victory!

I have no clue what's going on, but I'll venture north in search of food with jura.

Fine. I'll get the pancreases myself. Jerks.

I have dug quite a big hole now, about 8' deep. Definitely big enough for a Werepenguin. I'm going to collect some sharp pieces of shrapnel long enough to mortally impale these beasts and arrange them spikey side up in the hole, then use some sticks, clothes, and snow to cover the hole up. EVERYBODY WATCH OUT FOR THE HOLE OK?

Would someone mind collecting Thork and Gayer's pancreases? We need to hang them up above the hole. This is a good plan.

I feel like I saw that plan in a movie recently......

I am being quite serious about the pancreas. We need Thork's pancreas, some string, a shovel of some sort, and the sharpest shrapnel we can find.


I grab a twisted piece of metal and begin chiseling a hole into the ground.

I agree. I have experience in the field of Penguin Zoology specifically when there are "Were" and in reference to how and what they eat. I would like to head up the team to harvest said pancrei.