GANGREL ANTITRIBU NEWSLETTER VOLUME 9 NUMBER 1 December 2006 In this Anything-to-Avoid-the-Office-Party Issue ... FICTION: A Rescue [part 3 of a Call of Cthulhu Adventure from Legbiter Hall]. DECK: Atomweaver's owl-chuckers [blatant plagiarism with a PURPOSE]. FICTION: A Rescue. The tree-man's gun did not lower, but its muzzle wavered a little. "You're not Americans." "Er, no. On account of this not being America." "Where, then?" The two friends exchanged cautious glances. "About 12 miles South East of Tayport, on the East coast of Scotland. In the forest of Tentsmuir. You know, either I'm falling in love, or we've met before." "Impossible!" "I KNEW it! Froglips!" "Erm, she means, our old childhood friend Lakshmi Ramanishi, and we're EVER so sorry about the pyjamas incident, how absolutely SUPER to run into you again!" "YOU were behind the pyjamas incident? I oughta shoot the two of you right now! But first, you got anything to eat?" A bar or two of chocolate later, the three old chums were sitting on a mossy bank and catching up on one anothers' recent history. "By the way, you gotta call me Mohamed al-Hindi, now." "Oh yeah, sorry, we heard you went off to join the Mojahedin! FRIGHTFULLY romantic! How was it?" "Scary as shit. Those BLOODY Russian armoured helicopters. Thwucka-thwucka-thwucka-BadaBOOOOM!!! Anyway, once it was all over I married a local girl and settled down. Axita. Face like a Greek Goddess, long red hair, body like a ... o, sorry, keep forgetting that you're, erm, girls too." "S'aright. So do we, sometimes." "But you, er, picked the other side in the global war on terrorism, no?" "Or it picked me, which is why I am here. In the process of being Extraordinarily Rendered." "What, the Americans are taking you off to be tortured? Can they do that to a British Person?" "Can they do it? Sure. But they don't, that's the weird thing that no-one seems to get. You aren't being TAKEN anywhere. The torture, if you want to call it that, is in the journey. After you've been around the Earth five or six times backwards you are going to fess up to whatever they tell you to, believe me. But I was lucky in one way, unlucky in some others. Alison, did you ever finish that Doctor training?" Alison's answer being in the affirmative and the chocolate gone, the three friends were soon picking their way through the sandy pine forest. A smell of burning grew stronger. "So, what, you escaped from a battle?" "I was released in a battle, yes. Just here, where the big burnt patch is." "Halt! Who goes theya?" The voice was weak, wheezy and unmistakably Suth'r'n. "Hominy Grits!" "Hey, y'cra-zee limey sand-nigga, I thought I told y'all to keep runnin'." "I brought help, Cleiton." Alison was already at Cleiton's side. "Subject is male, alive, American Negro, about 6-2, serious trauma and burns to all visible surfaces ... " "Can you call him a Negro?" "If it was good enough for Dr Martin Luther King, it's good enough for you and me. Anyway can we do the big picture thing for the moment? Can you feel when I push there, sir?" As Alison pushed THERE Cleiton screamed and Mohamed/Lakshmi gagged and went pale. Jo grabbed his elbow so's to stop him falling over and steered him out into sunlight. They leant against a wall. Jo lit two cigarettes, and passed one to Mohamed/Lakshmi. "Thanks, old girl." "No worries, leave that stuff to the experts I think. What happened here?" They were standing on the lip of a grassy bank that wound round a series of concrete structures, cleverly landscaped so as to be next-to-invisible from above. Deep charred pits and craters covered a roughly fan-shaped area in front of them for about 100 metres, punctuated here and there by a gently-smoking pine tree. For answer Mohamed/Lakshmi ejected the empty clip from his automatic and slammed in a new one. "What makes you think it's stopped happening?" TO BE CONTINUED, AND RIGHT SOON ... DECK: Atomweaver's owl-chuckers [blatant plagiarism with a PURPOSE]. Deck Name : Hoot Flung Junk v2.0 Author : atomweaver Description : As with most deck ideas spawned in IRC, this is for entertainment/pun value, only. ANI PRO minions utilize Call the Wild Hunt and an endless stream of Owl Retainers, for additional damage alongside their claw'ed strikes. Equip/Pack Alpha at least one Owl, to see in advance if the tactic has even a prayer of working. Horrock features more heavily, to lower overall capacity a bit, and in the event of being able to make a Corrupt Construction out of Flung Owls. Crypt [12 vampires] Capacity min: 5 max: 7 average: 6.09 ------------------------------------------------------------ 5x Horrock 6 ANI PRO vic Gangrel:3 2x Janey Pickman 6 ANI PRO for !Gangrel:4 2x Célèste Lamontagne 5 ANI PRO for !Gangrel:4 1x Beckett 7 ANI FOR PRO cel Gangrel:3 1x Danielle Diron 7 ANI PRO chi for 1 vote Gangrel:3 1x Doyle Fincher 7 ANI PRO aus for obf !Gangrel:4 Library [90 cards] ------------------------------------------------------------ Action  7x Bum's Rush 4x Harass Action Modifier  6x Freak Drive Ally  4x Corrupt Construction Combat  8x Call the Wild Hunt 4x Flesh of Marble 6x Form of the Ghost 3x Pack Alpha 6x Taste of Vitae Master  4x Blood Doll 1x Fame 3x Haven Uncovered 1x Tension in the Ranks Retainer  33x Owl Companion Crafted with : Anarch Revolt Deck Builder. [Mon Dec 11 15:56:56 2006] Neat deck, Dave, and only the second I've ever plagiarised off you. I would have asked permission, only your email doesn't like my email. Please send an address that works to chopsalotapepl@SWIFTIANWORDMEANINGVULGARIAN.co.uk so that I can respond with Christmas greetings. Not that I begrudge Christmas Greetings to all the rest of you, OOOOOO NOOOOO! But the rest of you will get yours shortly. This is only part 1 of the December !gangrel NL, you see.