{Cam} Flagrant Electioneering.

Vote Follower of Set!
Vote Jack Lewis!
Vote Scrappy-doo!

Aw hell, just vote me!

Read up!
Pass on!
This is big.

There is a game coming up.
A special one off game.

Written by the MST.

It will only have 12 players at it.
12 in the whole world.

1 of them will be from the UK.

The game will take place in Atlanta, Georgia.
It will be run with the backing of White Wolf.

This game will be a important one tied into the Year of Fire plot. The
characters who attend this game will be part of the global plot. A big
part.

So, one of the UK players will be going to this game.

Who?
You decide.

Pass this mail onto every list in the UK.
Because this is how I think we can best decide.

We as members will pick the person we want to send to the special game in
Atlanta.

They will be put on board and airplane and flown there to attend such game.

How do we choose?

Answer the following question:
"Who do you think is the best role-player in the Camarilla UK?"

I want you to decide.
Maybe they play a great character now, maybe they save their skills for
email, maybe they play characters who are dead but rocked.

But you tell us who is the person who most deserves to go.
Let us send our best role-player.
The ones YOU feel are the best.

Now, the rules:
You cannot nominate any person who is part of your domain.
(Unfair- we are looking for folks who are known everywhere).

You can get people who are not on email to nominate.
(so, if you have a mate who is not on email and you both agree to the
nomination, YOU can send both your names to the nomination- please note we
will run a trust system; if anyone cheats on this, they will be disciplined
harshly).

Ideally, you won't nominate those of us who hold N* or M* level positions...
:)

Send all nominations with the sig line 'I reckon this is the best in the
UK...'

And send it to our current Acting NC- Tracy at the following address:

ashrablack@t...

(ashrablack at tinyonline dot co dot uk)

You have one week.

Start nominating away...

In memoriam...

A few days ago, ukmonty announced a competition on his LJ, for the writing of his obituary. This is off the back of my constant predictions of his impending demise, and he felt that he may as well get some entertainment out of it all and in the process he offered a prize.
What surprises me is that he hasn’t had any entries for this contest as yet; it isn’t every day that freebies are offered out, and even less often by a Southerner (Southerners, as we all know, are beaten into second place in parsimony only by the Scots). As an open handed and generous northern soul, I’m often shocked by the tight-fistedness of my southern cousins, and so I’m surprised that he hasn’t been inundated by entries - if for no other reason than a sense of wonder at the freebie on offer.

However, as there have been no other entries, this means that my entry - no matter how poor - can’t fail to win. Now, I’m not one to turn my nose up at a sure thing, and so I put my mind to thinking of a suitable obituary. Several ideas struck me.
I could just enter any old obituary (Monty is dead.) on the basis that the prize was mine anyway. But then my pride in a job well done got in the way and other ideas started to come.

How about if his death was announced in the small ads?
Monty dead. For sale, one humidor, slightly foxed (empty)

Or what might the cause of death have been?
”…after being subjected to noxious chemicals for more than thirty years, Monty’s liver gained sentience and murdered him itself. The newly sentient organ was pardoned on the grounds of intolerable cruelty by its former owner. Subsequent testing indicates that not only was Monty’s liver the largest organ is his body, it was also far the most intelligent…”

Or what about his achievements in life?
…the Piedmont Wine merchants have awarded him posthumous honours for services to the region…

Perhaps a medical report?
The Lancet, May 2005
Doctors Baffled by death of Monty
“…he lived such a healthy lifestyle”, said the Pathologist. “We expected him to see a century out…”

Gosh, so many possibilities. Heroism?
Monty lost his life single-handedly defending Threshers during an outbreak of rioting and looting…

Or what about in the newspaper?
Taxidermist Refuses "Tasteless" Commission

"I'm not doing it and that's final," said Mr Raymond Buggins, 56, yesterday, after having been asked to undertake an unusual piece of work for a private client. "People's pets, cats and dogs and things, that's a different matter. But this... well, it's outside the bounds of decency. And that's all I'm saying."

"Oh go on, please," urged a beseeching David Wade, 31. "I really need him as an NPC for my next game. Nobody will notice the difference, except there'll be more drink left for everyone else, and he'll still be a better role-player than most of the people there. Go on, look, I'll make it worth your while. Ten per cent over your usual rate, and, tell you what, I'll throw in this humidor as well."

Mr Buggins is reported to have told Mr Wade to "get stuffed."

Of course - after all this, the ideal answer struck me:
Jupiter Herald, May 23rd, 2112
Prison authorities today announced the death in custody of Alistair Brian Montgomery, who was serving a life sentence without possibility of parole for the brutal murder of David Wade over one hundred years ago. David, described as one of the finest minds of the early twenty-first century, was killed by Monty after in cold blood. Witnesses said “David just pushed it too far once too often. Not to mention publicly posting that his middle name was Brian.”
Alistair remained unrepentant until the day he died. “It served the Northern git right,” he is reported to have said on his deathbed. “I’d do it again tomorrow.”
However, civilisation must only be glad that David had travelled to the United States shortly before his death where his accent ensured he sired a considerable number of heirs to his genius, many of whom now form the kernel of the Galactic Government.