Last Poster Wins

Started by Tigataga, January 16, 2014, 02:02:27 AM

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Boatman

Well spotted.
So, taking the (now seemingly animated and AI) Win into his arms, Boat helps her (...and female) onto the pillion again and they head off away from the sunset.
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Dama

The boatman is soooooooo silly!  Everyone knows that AI (....especially female) much prefers ladies because we are so soft and cuddly.  The Win and Dama therefore stroll off again.

Hiya Midwest!  Good to see you!
Consider yourself blessed to have someone in your life who wants you to be better and do better.

Saiyuri

You're right, Dama!
And since the Win is mine it of course comes back with me.

Exchanging the Win for a hug with Dama, Sai takes the Win and skips away happily.

Boatman

So much skipping and cuddling. The poor Win gets confused and turns to the only human she trusts, the ruggedly handsome Boat. Boat is moved by the the Win's helpless innocence and offers her a home in a high security vault where no one can tease her anymore. Secretly Boat is pleased to be rid of her though. Too high maintenance!
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Dama

Dama barges into Boat's high security vault.  No mere vault can keep her out.  She searches high and low for The Win and finally seeing her chained to a shelf, Dama releases her and whisks her away.

Bad Boat!  Bad bad Boat!!
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Midwest Man

Vaults and whisking, the poor win was stunned, as the man from the Midwest came and cradled it way, cuddling it and whispering to her she was safe with him.

Boatman

Until he heard the gun cocked at his temple in the dark passageway. "Hand over the Win partner. We have unfinished business."
Slipping the loop of a lasso over the Man's chest and arms, tightening it, and hanging him from the wall, Boat carries the Win off to his remote castle in the Highlands.
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Linwood Badr

Linwood uses stealth and replaces the Win with a box of oroes.

Win.

Boatman

When Boat first looked, there was just the Win in the dungeon, but now a visitor and box of oroes too.
He switches out the light. "Enjoy, if you hear any chewing, it's most likely the rabid rats."
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Verasaille

Creates a hole through time and space and rescues the Win and seals the hole up again. "Have fun with the rats."

"You cannot find where I am,
Or even know the time.
And so I keep the lovely win,
While others simply whine."
I have gone off in search of myself. If I should get back before I return, please keep me here.

Boatman

Fortunately, Boat has his Win detector. He gets this out, switches it on and follows the beeps and flashes.
After some time, he ends up on a pirate ship in the 17th Century, cutlass in hand.
"Aha, lady Verasaille, I have you now. Unhand that Win, or I'll run you through."
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Verasaille

Vera smiles at the handsome Pirate, "Oh do you now? Me thinks you would make a fine addition to the crew. 'Ave ye ever heard of Capt'n Morgan?"

She gives him a sweet kiss to make him forget all about the Win and escorts him to the plank. "Thar be sharks in them waters. How fast can ye swim? Stay and help me crew me boat or walk the plank!"
I have gone off in search of myself. If I should get back before I return, please keep me here.

Boatman

Having been a spy in a previous time (hmm... later time), Boat jumps off the plank, swirls through the water and just catches hold of the rudder as the frigate crashes past through the heavy seas.
Hand over hand, he climbs to the deck.
Then, sneaking up behind the pirate captain, he catches her by the throat.
"Give me the Win and I'll spare your miserable life. Deal?"
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Verasaille

Vera leans back and nuzzles into Boats neck. "Couldn't get enough of me, hmm?" using her one hand to reach behind and toss the Win to her First mate, a Burly ten foot Giant with arms as big as tree trunks.

"First you have to catch it...then you have to hold it.." she whispers in Boats ear. Rubbing her rounded rear against his crotch.
I have gone off in search of myself. If I should get back before I return, please keep me here.

Boatman

Boat notices the pirate seductress has managed to dull some of his reaction times. Normally, he would have turned the tables on his opponents in a flash but now found himself wanting to linger for some reason, his leather trousers suddenly feeling very tight.
Summoning all of his willpower, he concentrates on pulling his weapon from his belt (ahem.. pistol) and pointing it up at the giant.
"The Win, if you please Goliath."
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Verasaille

Vera chuckles softly and nuzzles more into Boatman's neck. "I can feel you weakening, you are under my spell. Come with to my cabin and we can discuss this like mature adults."

Leading him to the cabin door, she opens it and steps inside. Turning to face him, and giving him a sultry stare, she tucks the win into the space between her voluptuous breasts. "Come and get it." she backs up towards the bed as he walks towards her.

Just before he reaches out to grab the win she throws the switch and the trap door opens, sending him down into the brig below. "Oops! Guess you won't be needing this Win."

((sorry about the godmoding, seems to be rampant in this game!))
I have gone off in search of myself. If I should get back before I return, please keep me here.

Boatman

Luckily for Boat, the term ‘brig’ was not used for prisons on ships until much later.
In this case, the chute led to a fully armed brigantine which had been taken as a prize. Boat, freed from the spell by distance from the enchantress, released the original crew and took the ship.
“Right, me hearties, easy as she goes bring her round slowly to give us a broadside. Aim high, I want the masts down and no way on her… Now, fire!”
Volley after volley tore through the rigging without reply.
The masts teetered and ripped out the stays tangling the pirate captain and crew in fallen bocks and ropes.
Boat swung across, grabbed the Win and the godmoding device, then let go to fall through a time portal back to the present day.
All in a day’s work for Boat (Cue music).
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Dama

Dama closes the book and sets it on the table.  She picks up the empty bowl (it had popcorn in it) and wine glass and carries them into the kitchen.  She looks down as The Win follows her.

"That was a good story, wasn't it?  I wonder if they'll make it into a movie?"
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Boatman

"Yes, that was on of my favourite rolls. Win and I have starred in so many movies now we have become almost inseperable. So you won't mind me taking the dear creature home, will you?"
Boat puts his arm round Win and steers her out into the dark winter night.
---
The End
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Dama

The sequel ----

It was a dark and stormy night.  The Win was shivering in her boots.  The Boatman had left her unguarded, unprotected, and undressed, of all things, right in the middle of the woods!!  Poor Win!  Thankfully, Dama braved the elements when she heard that pitiful crying and found The Win.  Dama picked her up, wrapped her in a warm blanket and took her to safety.
Consider yourself blessed to have someone in your life who wants you to be better and do better.

Boatman

Yes, it was a trap for the whimpering Win's dreaded stalker. Reliable Boat was there, of course, waiting in the shadows to cast a heavy net over the devil and consign it to the quicksand. What happened to the lurker we may never know, for all that remained were a few gloopy air bubbles.

After the horrors, Boat took Win home and tucked her up with her favourite dolly.
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Zeth

Zeth jumps up from the water in a Creature from the BLack Lagoon costume, thus scaring Boatman and snatching the win!

Beguile's Mistress

But Boatman capsizes causing Zeth to let the win slip from his wet fingers as BeMi swims by and saves it from sinking.

Boatman

Boat helps BeMi out of the swamp, offers her a nice warm towel and takes care of Win. Poor Win, much misunderstood, yet wanted by all. He takes her off to the secure facility for therapy.
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Verasaille

Are you guys still torturing poor Win?  (scatters sleep dust and runs off with Win)
I have gone off in search of myself. If I should get back before I return, please keep me here.