To recap on what happened last time:
President Fred was - dead! After over a decade of surviving various assassination attempts and battlefield fire the great Fred - blessed be his name - was gone.
Captain D'eath made it to the Capital and featured in some very positive news footage. He hasn't become the new president. Yet....
The P.O.O.F.S. - Managed to find a few bits of new kit and are well placed to take power (with L.A.D.A. support).
Col. Incognito - Was militarily successful and expects to be able to manipulate the future government of Ph'tang.
Roger Mellie - Got some great footage on prime time TV and took full advantage of Capt. D'eath's well stocked drinks cabinet.
Hertz Van Rental - successfully evacuated the wounded from the airport - but didn't feature in any TV coverage.
Personal
briefing – Mrs Fred
You
are the widow of the late President Fred (blessed be his name), the democratically
elected and benign ruler of the small African state of Ph’tang, his party
P.O.N.G. (the Ph’tangi Organisation for National Glorification) having swept to
victory at the last election. And the
one before that.
Under
your direct command is your devoted (and well remunerated) bodyguard, The
Purple Helmets.
Objectives:
- Ensure Fred has
an honourable and dignified send off.
- Position yourself
as his successor.
- Use the
advantages that nature has conferred to advance your cause.
Personal
briefing – Captain D’eath
You were until recently are the
loyal and trusted sidekick to President Fred of Ph’tang. In the aftermath of Fred’s death you featured
in some very positive TV news coverage, having saved the life (or so you say)
of ace reporter, the rather tipsy Roger Mellie.
Objectives:
- Develop your
media career.
- Emerge as a
lifelong supporter of whichever faction looks most likely to control
Ph’tang.
- Quietly commit
an atrocity, preferable one involving an endangered species of wildlife.
Personal
briefing – The Limp Wrist
You are the shadowy and mysterious
leader of a popular (well not that popular) uprising against the evil
dictatorship of President Fred. Your organisation, The Peoples Organisation For
Socialism (P.O.O.F.S.) is covertly backed by the Cuban sponsored Leftist Army
of Darkest Africa (L.A.D.A.) which has invaded Ph’tang in support of your
cause.
Objectives:
- Position
yourself as Fred’s successor.
- Include a load
of Marxist claptrap in every argument.
- Retain the
support of L.A.D.A.
Personal
briefing – Colonel Incognito
You are the Cuban ‘adviser’ to and
thus de facto commander of L.A.D.A. (the Leftist Army of Darkest Africa).
Having assembled your forces in nearby Zoone, you have invaded Ph’tang and put
the country to the fire and sword in the interests of peace and stability. You have orders ‘from the highest level’ that
the P.O.O.F.S. must not gain power in Ph’tang.
Objectives:
- Keep the peace
during the funeral.
- Give the
P.O.O.F.S. plenty of verbal support but no material help at all.
- Eliminate any
remaining Fredist support.
- Include a load
of Marxist claptrap in every argument.
We also had two 'non player' roles:
Personal
briefing – Roger Mellie (the man on the telly…)
You are a hard-drinking veteran
journalist and were in Ph’tang a few months ago to cover the election (and the
subsequent unrest). You have recenty flown
back to cover the expected invasion of the country by the Cuban-backed Leftist
Army of Darkest Africa. Then you got a
bit pissed. In the aftermath of
President Fred’s death you were ‘rescued’ by Captain D’eath and said a load of
nice stuff about him on TV. But you
really can’t remember what happened…
Objectives:
- Secure an exclusive interview
with Mrs Fred, the late President’s grieving widow.
- Present a dramatic 30-60 second
report each turn.
- Avoid Captain D’eath.
- Emerge alive (and preferably
drunk) with your reputation enhanced.
Personal
briefing – Captain Hertz Van Rental
You are a young officer of the Royal
Dutch Marines currently on UN peacekeeping duty in Ph’tang.
Objectives:
- Keep the peace
during the late President’s funeral.
- Avoid becoming
involved in any factional fighting in Ph’tang.
- Ensure you
feature prominently and positively in any TV coverage.
17 comments:
Tim
Sounds good, but here's the thing, you see, I believe Fred is missed by many, well, one at least. So here's a suggestion.
create a dodgy charismatic cherch with an even dodgier pastor, name him after some currency, like, I don't know, maybe the Kwacha - full name and title His Holiness The Bishop Doctor Kwacha Jones Mafuta (means big 'n fat) cos' you see, we need a resurrection miracle. And the effect on his congregation will be awesome, especially when it comes to loosening the wallets.
Here's hoping.
Regards
Arthur
That's a very high quality plot line you suggest - and better than some I've had suggested. Now be honest, did the dog help you with this?
President Fred is not dead he was safely away gambling in Monaco and it was in fact one of his body doubles that was killed. This also accounts for the very poor tactics
in that last battle. Fred also did
very well at the gaming tables and is returning with a well equipped mercenary force....Long Live Fred
blessed be his name!
And to add to Arthur's very fine story line, The Bishop Doctor Kwacha Jones Mafuta reanimates the body
double as sort of a zombie mouth piece. So in effect you have a Fred and a anti-Fred faction.
Poor Captain D’eath now he has to off two of them...)
Don M
At least two Fred doubles have been assassinated (in those innocent far off pre-blog days....) so I'd rather avoid that line. But - as yet we've not had any Vodoo in the game.......
Inspired!
Ooo, goody! More ph'rantic ph'un from ph'arthest Ph'tang. Well, if President Fred is not to be resurrected, the rise of a credible pretender - possibly one of the recently unemployed presidential body doubles - seems to present a plausible future narrative.
But how persuadable will Mrs Fred be that her late lamented is not so lamentably late after all? This question (which I won't even attempt to answer) opens up a whole swodge of possible future narratives, especially coupled with Arthur's suggestion...
Looking forward to see how this plays out. I'm still barracking for the Cubans... :-)
Cheers,
Ion
How about this? Picture the scene.
Mrs. Fred is at home grieving the loss of her beloved husband. She's drowning her sorrows with a large glass of Cabernet Sauvignon whilst perusing Fred's investment portfolio and counting the cash tucked behind the Chicken shack. Suddenly there's a noise from the bathroom. She goes to investigate, picking up her trusty machete on the way. Flinging open the bathroom door she raises the machete and stepping into the steam filled room she shouts:
"Who dat in dare? Come on out or I is gonna come in swingin."
"What's de matter wid you woman? Why is you shoutin n hollorin?" says a familiar voice.
"My God! Fred! Is dat you? I taut you wos dead."
" What you talkin about woman? I jus bin in de shower is all."
I know it seems a little far fetched but I'm sure it could work. In fact I'm surprised non of the big Hollywood soap operas haven't thought of using this story line before now. :-)
I understand Tim but, have you had two running around at the same time?
Just think of the chaos and skullduggery....what fun!
These potential plot twists are all very entertaining, but when faced with coming up with half decent game arguments at short notice, somewhat beyond those of us on a mid-week work night.
Large numbers of heavily armed people of varying allegience in close proximity during a time of uncertainty. What could possibly go wrong!
You can insert as many Fred doubles as you like into the game. It will still be easy for the opposition to spot the real Pres Fred.
He'll be the one in the shower cap. :-)
Tim
It's all dog, well, at least some of it going to the dogs.
Hence the pitiful spelling, but he never did learn much at that school I sent him to.
Some good creative thinking taking place here - definitely working up to a Hollywood script here.
Regards
Grigork
Thanks - a dodgy plotline many years in the making!
Archduke Piccolo
Mrs Fred may be one to watch. And not just because of what you're thinking!
Don M
You understand? Wow!
Martin Rapier
It was a splendid game - made so by four very creative players. But like you said - what could go wrong?
Arthur
Hollywood? Hell, I hope it's not that bad!
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