Well ask and ye shall recieve. Here follows the cut version of the Rumble in The Jungle; starring Irving 'Kentucky' Davis and his old friend Sgt. Kip Armstrong (retired). They had braved the jungles of Africa to find
The Well of Lost Souls in order to stop a curse that would have any frenchman born since 1789 linger in an unending Limbo...
Alas, the Davis expedition was not the only one to arrive at this Well of Lost Souls for Davis' old nemsis, Ernest Glückenheim and his unmarry band of sellswords and graverobbers had decided to wrest the control of the three cups of St Jean one final time. But what are those hulking brutes doing near the well?
It would appear that local Tribesmen - or similar - was actually attempting to hinder anyone in breaking this curse, but for what purposes? And why are they dressed as Crocodilemen?
Unphased, Ernest Glückenheim yelled a quick
macht schnell for all of his compatriots, spurring the old Palace Guards - turned mercenary by the state of the economy - and started a mad dash to find the three stone tablets.
Juju, the servant and long time witchdoctor of Ernest Glückenheim braved forth to keep an observant eye on the three tribesmen; a tribe which he was fully unaware of and deeply intrigued by. He whispered something under his breath in his native tounge and seemed to grow slightly paler.
Mean while, Schwester Helga Spätzle, the broker and Agent of Spätzels Soldaten were on the move, knowing full well that the rations of good german beer would be increased if they managed to find all of the Stone tablets. On the far side, the Davis expedition was slowly starting to move out, cautiously and attempting to avert the attention of the tribesmen.
Success! Private First Class Heinrich Müller found one of the three Stone Tablets and earned himself the right for half-a-jug of good German brew at the campfire! But a shot rang out in the otherwise silent jungle; who could that be they wondered but before they could get any answer, the Tribesmen launched a terrible attack!
Poor Juju, his nerves wracking from the horror inflicted upon him stood valiantly against the charging monster; yelling in his native tounge
these are the star demons!.. Unfortunately nobody heard him over the cries of a poor privates death scream.
Schwäster Spätzel, Private Müller and Helga Glückenheim fought with a fury seldom seen as they tried to wrest of the charge of one the brutal natives; but as Müller was quick to notice: "Mein gott! Dis is no man.. es ist.. ein.. Monster!" but fought on valiently all the same.
Sgt. Kip Armstrong was also being charged by one of the beasts, a shaman it would seem with an evil glint in his eye. But the grim and dour war veteran had nothing but mock for the fearsome creature: "I've seen worse back in the trenches!" he proclaimed and promptly shot the charging beast in the head.
Pilot Peter O'Hare, having flow in the far East when they had a bit of ruccus and who had studied at the best Shaolin Monks kept his cool as the monster slew and gobbled up unfortunate Private Pottsdam, calmly reloading his pistol and muttering something about
this bloody heat.
Ernest had very cleverly disguised himself as one of his own privates doing the initial ruccus and chose to throw his disguise off and rush for the tablet that 'Kentucky' Davis was holding yelling at the top of his lungs over the gunshots, growls and cries of fear and war; "Zhis shall be ze last time you interefer with my plans Herr Davis!", and shooting out the goblet from Davis' hands.
Sgt. Armstrong surveyed the situation, calmly taking aim with his trusty old Peacemaker and noticing that Svend - the silent but deadly Swedish Mercenary - had fallen to the bite of a foul creature of the jungle. Cursing under his breath he blew the whistle for a retreat, and attempted to drag Svend away from the scene of carnage...
And that's all for tonight; Hopefully you'll get the full story in the coming week as the campaign will be played over the course of the weekend. Coming to a forum near you;
'Kentucky' Davis in "The Well of Lost Souls!".