Business was brisk at SmurkZs Bar & Grill. Pre-game nervousness and jitters were gone, replaced by the satisfaction of doing a difficult task with flair and panache. And the scenery had improved, too.
I must say, this place does seem a bit cheerier than the last time I was here, said Shaka, sitting at a distant table with Niklas. Whos idea was it to, ah, bring along camp followers?
It was actually CommandoBobs idea, replied Niklas. He came up with a plan to fool the Americans so that they stayed out of our way. He got the Americans looking the other way while we built up our forces and got ready for the final assault.
Oh, thats impressive. What was his plan?
He made them think that we were going to kidnap the American entry into the Miss World Contest.
What?
Yeah, isnt that a great idea? We didnt really plan to attack the Americans directly, but CB didnt think that anyone would believe we wouldnt attack one of their most beautiful young ladies. So while we didnt plan to do it, we made the Americans think we were and so they kept all their forces protecting their contestant.
And in the meantime
We went through Germany, France, Scandinavia and what was left of China, Japan and some others like a hot knife through butter. By the time the Americans woke up it was all over.
Ah, I see. Very nice indeed. But tell me, where did all these, uh, unescorted ladies come from?
That was a tag-team by McLMan and zyxy. While ControlFreak led our armies to victory, these two added onto CommandoBobs idea. As our armies went conquering, they went scouting, looking for the other ladies entered in the Miss World contest. And brought them here.
They kidnapped them? asked Shaka.
Not at all, said zyxy, as he and a female companion sat down at the table. We didnt force them to come.
Shaka stared at zyxy, then looked at the lady.
Thats true, she said. Im Edita Orascanin, Miss Germany, and I ought to know.
Shaka looked at her, looked at zyxy and looked back at her again, but spoke to zyxy.
No offense, sir, but isnt she a bit out of your league?
Well, yes and no. We dont move in the same social circles, so in the normal course of events we would never have met. But having met, I offered her and the other contestants something they only dreamed of.
And we jumped at the chance, said Edita.
We? asked Shaka.
Well, me, of course, and then Sandra, Jenniina, Tonje, Sheryl, Duo, Cathrin, Kazuha, Eleanor and Laura.
Denmark, Finland, Norway, Netherlands, China, Sweden, Japan, England and France, supplied zyxy,
And what did he offer? prompted Shaka.
At least a month of no diet; eat anything you want. And no pictures, no videos, no cameras. Just some time to hang out and relax with everyday people. No handlers, no minders, nobody telling us what to do and reminding us of our duties and obligations. No rushed meals, no making small talk with old lecherous men looking at our chests. A time where we didnt have to dress up just to answer the front door. Where make-up is optional and baggy sweat pants are the dress code, she said.
Wow, that sounds nice, where do I sign up? asked a new masculine voice.
I dont think any lecherous old men will be staring at your chest, CommandoBob, said McLMan, who had followed him over to the table. Youve got the baggy sweat pants part right, but shouldnt they at least be clean sweat pants?
Ive got some make-up you can borrow if you must have it, chimed in Miss Germany. Your eyebrows could use a little touch up and your eyelashes need to be a bit thicker. Some rouge would help, too.
Well, lisped Bob, as long as your rouge doesnt clash with my natural coloration and highlights, well be just fine. Ill be right back. And he proceeded to prance to the bar, holding his hands in front of him at chest height, pointed down.
Overall, how did things go? asked Shaka after the laughter died down.
Overall, pretty nicely, said Niklas. Real life threw everybody some curves this time around. My wife got sick, CommandoBobs son got malaria, plus holiday commitments on the final turns made things difficult. And it doesnt look like we took first place. But hey, we didnt quit, we had a plan and it worked. So, yeah, Im pleased.
And we kept the Smurkz tradition of losing a player about halfway through the game, added zyxy with a wry smile. Methos in Nine, azzaman333 in Ten and dojoboy here in Eleven. Now both Methos and dojoboy are active in the other Smurkz team, so they are not totally gone.
We talked a lot more than last time, said McLMan. In Ten we averaged less than two posts per turn. Here we were almost at three posts per turn, the second highest average so far. And I think we played better because of it. I know that using the spreadsheet to plan our first turns was a big help to me, both here and in other places, too.
Maybe its just me, but I thought we discussed things a lot better this time around than last, said CommandoBob as he rejoined them. We seemed to take more time to explain things, even when they seemed obvious. That helps me a lot because I dont always read everything carefully enough. And then I dont even know that I have the wrong idea, not until much later.
Yeah, but I missed all those CommandoBob stories that livened up Nine and Ten. Youre not going all serious on us now are you? asked the late arriving ControlFreak. I mean, a whole game and not a single re-worded song?
Well, actually, I do have a song in mind, replied CB, with a slight gleam in his eye. And it is about you.
Oh, dear, said Niklas.
Where can I hide? asked ControlFreak, looking around.
No, you cant hide. In fact, you gotta get up on the table.
Huh?
Yep, up on the table. Dont worry, this wont take long. And I promise not to embarrass you too much. Okay, are you nice and sturdy up there?
I feel like a fool, said ControlFreak.
Everyone, quiet, may I have your attention. Thank you. Now, ControlFreak, in honor of your leadership and guidance in the last turnsets of SGOTM Eleven, I have a song for you. To everyone else, if you know the tune, feel free to sing along.
For hes a jolly good whipper,
For hes a jolly good whipper,
For hes a jolly good whip-per,
Which no Smurkz can deny.
Which no Smurkz can deny.
Which no Smurkz can deny.
For hes a jolly good whipper,
For hes a jolly good whipper,
For hes a jolly good whip-per,
Which no Smurkz can deny.