Great White Hunter

"So there I was, back against the wall, party off running for their lives. The Webley was useless, as the humidity had gotten to the primers, all seven of them. I had my trusty old double rifle, but I was still reloading it after chasing off that bloody great cat. This critter had sized me up, found its position, and was starting its charge. I did the only thing that I could, snapped the breach shut with only a single round in place, lined up between it's eyes, and let fly. Luckily, it had never seen a proper British Lord, so that one shot was all I needed."

One of the newer members of the club looked around the room at the various trophies and portraits hanging there.

"So where's it hanging? Anything that dangerous, I simply must see."

van Pelt shook his head, blowing a fresh plume of cigar smoke into the air.

"Oh, I'm afraid that there's naught to see. I'm afraid that shooting a piranha with an elephant gun doesn't leave a great deal, what?"

He trailed off as one of the liveried servants approached, a silver tray extended with a single crisp envelope centred upon the etched surface. The adventurer transferred the cigar to his mouth, and accepted the envelope, muttering a minor gratitude to the man as he placed the snifter on a small table.

Opening the envelope, he extracted a sheet of paper, and skimmed through the neatly written message. His face lit up, and he leaped to his feet. Without a word to the assembled people, he strode from the room, his shoes sinking sharply into the carpeted floor. He made his way to the upper level, and stepped past the entrance to the steam room, entering a room marked with a simple sign, "Artemis Ascendant". A different servant stood ready, and was rewarded with the envelope being brusquely handed to him.

"I'll need you to contact the Travel Ministry, and make arrangements for my voyage. Destination is there, as well as the timetable. Something suitable, steamer ship, air ship, perhaps a berth on the Congo Express once we make it to the continent. Send a porter to my residence, and collect my travelling trunks. Tell Punjab that he's needed, and to not forget the lined ammunition cases."

As van Pelt spoke, he shrugged out of the smoking jacket and wool suit, pulling a new set of clothes from a locker. As he began switching over to the new set of clothing, the servant looked to him questionably.

"Something come up, sir?"

van Pelt spun in place, finishing fastening the belt that wrapped about his white outfit. As an after thought, he pulled the pair of high boots from the locker, and began stomping into them.

"Only the best news, my boy. The one purpose that a real man has anymore, other than war, of course. Safari!"

Finishing his boot work, he slid a bandolier full of massive bullets across his chest, strapped the venerable Webley pistol onto his belt, and pulled the double barrelled rifle out, breaking it open and peering down the length of the breach.

"Adventure, here we come!"

Face lions, crocodiles and snakes in the jungles. Try to get the best trophies for your walls, and the best stories to tell back at the Gentlemen's club back home.

But beware ... there are other hunters out there. If they see the flash of your gun, they could shoot at you! So keep on the move and avoid those bullets if you want to survive.

Great White Hunter will again be running throughout the convention.

Just create your hunter, and set off into the jungles. The game runs throughout Gen Con UK.

A simple turn based game which can be played at the start of each slot.

This can be played along with any other slotted event,as you only need to turn in a set of orders at the beginning of the slot and then go to your scheduled event.

More news nearer the con...

Happy Hunting