I loved this: “What's in the poke, Pancho?” I asked, but the kid didn't speak American. I had to repeat myself in English. “Do you have a letter for me?”
Thanks for giving us another reason to be annoyed that BGG is down :P On Feb 2, 10:08 am, Ryan Twombly <[email protected]> wrote: > Far be it from me to miss out having a crack at a captive audience (or > at least a bored audience). When BGG is back up, you can visit the > Shogun or Game Design boards to view an invitation to playtest my new > design. It's a route optimization game with dynamic goals, plenty of > options, specialized characters, direct confrontation and a Cube > Tower! As for theme, below is the Introduction to my Rules version 1. > > The name's Frank Darrow. I'm a Private Eye. > > Sleuthing in LA has been a one man game ever since Julius Diamond > cracked the Carpathia double homicide back in '31. With Julie > snagging a new headline in every other Times, all us regular Joes have > had to subsist on divorce cases and missing Lhasa Apsos. Not that > he's has kept it all to himself. Every dick in the city has done > freelance work for the Diamond Detective Agency. We lay down the > shoeleather and DDA takes the credit. Business as usual in the City > of Angels. > > So the day a wet-nosed kid in a blue-and-white monkey suit showed up > in my waiting room with the Diamond Eye logo peeking out of his > message bag, I ate a whole can of tuna on wheat crackers before I > unlocked the inside door. Sure money's tight. But pride's even > tighter. > > “What's in the poke, Pancho?” I asked, but the kid didn't speak > American. I had to repeat myself in English. “Do you have a letter > for me?” > > He cleared his throat and pulled his mouth harp out of a breast > pocket. > > I batted it aside. “Never mind the floorshow, kid, just gimme the > package.” > > The kid scowled at me as he fished out the envelope. “I get paid by > the song, ya know.” > > I palmed him a nickel. “Just whistle through your teeth on the way > out.” > > Back at my desk I examined the large white envelope with some > admiration. Eight-by-ten, logo on front and clasp. Custom print > job. Julie does everything with style. I slit the top with my pen > knife. Inside was a single typed sheet between two pieces of black > felt and a five-by-seven photograph. I read the caption on the photo > first. It was of a dead girl. She was seven years dead. But she had > been alive, and then some. The photo proved it. It proved a lot, and > very little of what it proved had ever made the papers. I could think > of a half-dozen pencil scratchers who would have bitten their lower > lips in half for a peek at this little beauty. Why Julie had sent it > to me was the subject of the letter. I won't bore you with the > details, but it was the opportunity of a lifetime.... --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "BGG Down" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/BGG_down?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
