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!!9x1vEuGv9ER 10/14/10(Thu)16:12 No.12443239>>12443228
Do something simple/cliché spooky, like start reading faust/house of leaves backward or some such shit. Slowly develop a worsening cough as you read. Get a tiny bit of a kick out of this, then begin GM'ing the game in ernest, all the while reading it silently, moving your lips as you read. Slowly become a little distracted from the game, start to look intrigued, then confused, then frustrated, then almost downright angry. At this point, your cough should sound like you have tuberculosis. Say it feels like there's a bug in your throat. Show one of your players the page you're on, asking impatiently, "I can't understand it anymore. What does this mean? Tell, me, please, can you understand this at all?" This is the instant you rub your face in frustration, covertly rupturing the small plastic bubble of black liquid(charcoal-water should work) that you've had stored in your nostril. They won't notice you doing this, they'll be too busy staring at the book full of empty pages that you've been reading aloud from for the past 30 minutes. When they look up and see the black ooze leaking from your nostril, that's when the last timer-rig goes off in the basement at the fuse box, cutting power to the whole house.
>Bonus Points: Rig up a timer in sync with the black-out one, so that something heavy will fall, making a loud bang from another room/upstairs.
Take entirely too long to go into the basement and turn the power back on. Then return calmly, your arms coated, up to the elbows, in soot and light blood spatter.
Finish GM'ing the game casually. |
