Diary Entry from General Zui'eThe story must be reiterated truthfully, not with the lies of the BritishI write this diary with a heavy heart, the reasons for my malaise are two-fold. First during a peaceful reconnaissance mission our forces were ambushed by a British company. Secondly during the skirmish our glorious general Fu Manchu succumbed to the cowardly trickery of the British Major Mac Thegrassgrow. Fu Manchu now lies in the tent next to me, under the careful ministrations of our medics, I only hope that he has not departed into the spirit realms of the ancestors.
As we approached the clearing in the forest the enlightened Fu Manchu remarked upon the native’s primitive temple. His curiosity was heightened when he noticed the five bulky forms of the degenerative natives. He wondered how the lizard like creatures had survived, and if they were related to dragons. After all he had personally discovered dragon bones in the deserts to the west of our glorious country.
It was then the chaos started.
The unmistakable sound of gun fire shattered the peace of the jungle. The strange natives fell under the storm and all around bullets ricochet off trees. In one terrifying instance we realised that those bullets where meant for us.
At the same time the sounds of sword play echoed through the jungle; our rocketmen had been ambushed by the British. As our men had explored the jungle, they hadn’t noticed a group of B.R.A.S, who showed their true colours and ambushed the exploratory group of rocketmen. Our men valiantly fought off the BRAs ultimately killing the cowardly dogs. Unfortunately in the din of battle orders where miss heard and the lone surviving rocketman left the battlefield, thinking the skirmish was over.
The British Naval troops attempted to advance on our right hand flank. Even though they were supported by a Gatling gun, our musket men proceeded to wipe them out in short order. It shows that the so called ‘technological advantage’ of the British is no match to our warriors; our warriors who are bolstered with the resolve of our ancestors.
On our left flank the steam tank thundered onward, towards the British line. In fear of being sniped at by the craven British dogs, Fu Manchu stepped behind the cover of the formidable machine. The elite troops on board noticed a group of meddling ‘scientists’ hiding in nearby dense forest and immediately opened fire killing two of their number. What happened next I will never understand. For this group of desperate men charged at the elite guard... standing on board the steam tank! It proves that the English are not just craven but also as mad as rabid dogs! Understandably the battle was short lived, but so incensed by the English arrogance our Elite troops charged across the battle field towards the British Lines.
Both myself and Fu Manchu where admiring the excellent stone work of the natives when Major Mac attacked me. He sought to assassinate me from behind, but the exalted Fu Manchu alerted me to the fact, and I turned to face the insolent dog. Fu Manchu struck out at the Major and he fell, appearing dead. As the gracious Fu Manchu turned to bloster the resolve of the troops I realised that the Major had feigned but I was too late, as his sword slid into Fu Manchu’s side. I cannot being to explain the emotions I felt as our great leader hit the ground, I cannot begin to explain the hate I felt towards the evil deceitful, British General. Nor can I recall what happened next with any great clarity, but when I had regained my senses the Major was lying at my feet in a blooded mess.
The fall of their general was too much for the British and their resolve broke. They fled like the cowards that they are. With a heavy heart I can report that our lines broke the British.
I have heard tale that the British have misrepresented their involvement in the skirmish. I have also heard that the story they tell their allies does not include the details for their attempted ambush.
To all that have dealings with the British I warn you, do not take them at face value, for they speak with a forked tongue...
First time I've ever played Gaslight, great fun as to be had for all. Cheers again Colin!
Cheers
Andy
26 May 2009, 10:29:07 AM