Ocelot55
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...And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
:::ATTENTION ALL PILOTS:::
As you know, October is a little different from other months for this squadron. As usual a normal mission run will occur this month but it will run concurrently with a special event that is becoming a nice tradition around here. I've got lot's of fun planned for us, but first things first, here is how this will proceed:
If you’d like in on the normal run this month follow procedure and respond in this thread.
This month's theme will be Halloween. Feel free to include a menagerie of spooktacular treats for our unsuspecting victim. :twisted:
If you’d like to participate in the special October event also indicate that in your reply. Do not assume an “I’m in” on the run implies you’re in on both.
Please pm me with any questions.
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What follows is an invitation to a most fascinating adventure. Penned in the steady hand of Commander Ocelot on thin vellum, and sealed with the official insignia of the squadron, the document reads thusly:
To my most faithful compatriot of the Brothers of Briar Bombing Squadron Unit One,
It is with great anticipation that I write to you, on this, the Tuesday of October sixth, in the year of our Lord twenty-fifteen. A most curious event befell me last week as I was in my chambers, of which I knew I must inform you immediately as it is a matter of the utmost excitement and opportunity. As I sat enjoying the last pipe full of the day there came a knock on the door. Not often do I entertain guests late in the evening, so I knew the occasion for the visit must be of some importance. The gentleman at the door was an acquaintance of mine, a one Captain Robert Cartwright, a ship-man of some renown on the east coast.
Despite his somewhat disheveled appearance, he was in good spirits, and wished to relay some information to me, information that, I trust, you will find of interest as well. You see sometime ago the vessel the Annabel Lee was sunk somewhere off the east coast, presumably north of the Commonwealth of Virginia. Shipwrecks alone are not particularly worthy of more than half a line in the week's newspaper, but this was somewhat of a different case. You see, the Annabel Lee was rumored to be carrying, deep in its hold, treasures unlike any fellow pipe man has beheld before: tamps of gold and silver, pipes of such age and antiquity fit only for the most noble of tobacco blends, and other such sundries. It was also rumored that one of these pipes held a powerful curse. Of course such superstitions are of little importance in these days of great discovery and science, but they do provide for an entertaining distraction and even more potential for a salvage mission. How ironic that the vessel that ferried the supposed accursed object met with such an ill fate.
As the case may be, Captain Cartwright told me that on a recent voyage he thought he espied the wreck of an unknown vessel, and took note of the coordinates. Knowing my fancy for adventure he thought it made good sense to inform me as soon as possible before other salvagers, mongrels, or other such swarthy characters discovered it as well.
And now to the purpose of this letter. I would like to extend an invitation to you, my friend, to accompany me and the other squadron members who elect to travel with me, on what is sure to be quite an adventure. In the best case, we shall find the Annabel Lee and lay claim to her cargo. In the worst, I shall inconvenience you for only a few weeks, and shall provide you with good company and even better spirits. I assure you that, should we find the Annabel Lee's treasure, all loot shall be equitably split. I look forward to your reply, but please to not dally. With each passing moment the likelihood that others may lay claim to our stake increases.
Most Sincerely,
Commander Ocelot
P.S. I do not put much stock in superstitions, but I am a cautious man. I would recommend you bring along a pistol for your personal protection, although I fear we have to worry more about pirates than some silly curse.
Ladies and Gentlemen the 3rd Annual BOB Bombers Murder Mystery is about to begin!!!!
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
:::ATTENTION ALL PILOTS:::
As you know, October is a little different from other months for this squadron. As usual a normal mission run will occur this month but it will run concurrently with a special event that is becoming a nice tradition around here. I've got lot's of fun planned for us, but first things first, here is how this will proceed:
If you’d like in on the normal run this month follow procedure and respond in this thread.
This month's theme will be Halloween. Feel free to include a menagerie of spooktacular treats for our unsuspecting victim. :twisted:
If you’d like to participate in the special October event also indicate that in your reply. Do not assume an “I’m in” on the run implies you’re in on both.
Please pm me with any questions.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
What follows is an invitation to a most fascinating adventure. Penned in the steady hand of Commander Ocelot on thin vellum, and sealed with the official insignia of the squadron, the document reads thusly:
To my most faithful compatriot of the Brothers of Briar Bombing Squadron Unit One,
It is with great anticipation that I write to you, on this, the Tuesday of October sixth, in the year of our Lord twenty-fifteen. A most curious event befell me last week as I was in my chambers, of which I knew I must inform you immediately as it is a matter of the utmost excitement and opportunity. As I sat enjoying the last pipe full of the day there came a knock on the door. Not often do I entertain guests late in the evening, so I knew the occasion for the visit must be of some importance. The gentleman at the door was an acquaintance of mine, a one Captain Robert Cartwright, a ship-man of some renown on the east coast.
Despite his somewhat disheveled appearance, he was in good spirits, and wished to relay some information to me, information that, I trust, you will find of interest as well. You see sometime ago the vessel the Annabel Lee was sunk somewhere off the east coast, presumably north of the Commonwealth of Virginia. Shipwrecks alone are not particularly worthy of more than half a line in the week's newspaper, but this was somewhat of a different case. You see, the Annabel Lee was rumored to be carrying, deep in its hold, treasures unlike any fellow pipe man has beheld before: tamps of gold and silver, pipes of such age and antiquity fit only for the most noble of tobacco blends, and other such sundries. It was also rumored that one of these pipes held a powerful curse. Of course such superstitions are of little importance in these days of great discovery and science, but they do provide for an entertaining distraction and even more potential for a salvage mission. How ironic that the vessel that ferried the supposed accursed object met with such an ill fate.
As the case may be, Captain Cartwright told me that on a recent voyage he thought he espied the wreck of an unknown vessel, and took note of the coordinates. Knowing my fancy for adventure he thought it made good sense to inform me as soon as possible before other salvagers, mongrels, or other such swarthy characters discovered it as well.
And now to the purpose of this letter. I would like to extend an invitation to you, my friend, to accompany me and the other squadron members who elect to travel with me, on what is sure to be quite an adventure. In the best case, we shall find the Annabel Lee and lay claim to her cargo. In the worst, I shall inconvenience you for only a few weeks, and shall provide you with good company and even better spirits. I assure you that, should we find the Annabel Lee's treasure, all loot shall be equitably split. I look forward to your reply, but please to not dally. With each passing moment the likelihood that others may lay claim to our stake increases.
Most Sincerely,
Commander Ocelot
P.S. I do not put much stock in superstitions, but I am a cautious man. I would recommend you bring along a pistol for your personal protection, although I fear we have to worry more about pirates than some silly curse.
Ladies and Gentlemen the 3rd Annual BOB Bombers Murder Mystery is about to begin!!!!