Where are we right now? Near the river? Do we have camp set up?

>>17405121
You have just arrived at your picnic camp from an exhaustive search of the nearby woods. You have called yourself hoarse shouting for Duke, and all to no avail. You have a bedroll, a woolen blanket and an old greasy bit of tarp you put up when the rain gets really bad.

You have not slept in three days, preferred to spend your nights deep in thought, talking to Duke and playing on your guitar.

Feel free to shout anything out guys. Don't be shy.

Hmmm, start a fire then and get dinner on the burn. Duke should show up before long to eat. It's not like him to be gone so long.

>>17405200
You easily start up a cooking fire using dry tinder and easily available kindling nearby. You have to enter the woods to find suitable wood to really burn long for warmth.

You still have three lbs of bacon and two cans of beans from doing night watchman work in Seattle all those months back.

As you sit contemplating your choices, a strong wind has begun to whip up as the setting sun pushes cold air swooping down the ravines and canyon lands. You are beginning to shiver. What do you do?

Hmm... 'Ashcan' Pete vaguely reminds me of 'Silver String' John, a character from an old pulp magazine reprint I read. Is Pete's guitar magic too?

Your fire begins to die as the fuel is consumed. It is very cold out after dark and you need to get that fire re-fueled and get under your heavy blanket soon. And yet, the thought of Duke all alone out there, hungry, maybe lost, maybe hurt. You are paralyzed by indecision.

>>17405305

Duke is a smart dog, he'll come home eventually.

He also has the advantage for being covered in fur, which we do not have. We need fuel pronto.

Scrounge the nearby area for flammable objects, add those to the fire. Eat bacon.

PLAY YOUR GUITAR TO CALL THE DOG TO YOU, ASSHAT. GOD IT'S LIKE YOU'RE ACTUALLY RETARDED.

>>17405354
You quickly set to work rebuilding your little fire as the wind picks up. Within ten minutes you have a nice heavy burn going and are already pulling coals and cinders aside to cook your dinner over. You stamp life back into your feet and slap it back into your hands.

>>17405453
After cooking the bacon in your old battered iron skillet you enjoy some whiskey from the bottle, letting the warmth burn into your chest. You wrap into your blanket and prepare to wait out the long cold night. Playing your guitar helps, as does sipping more whiskey.

Suddenly, with a very increased sense of panic, you realize a man is standing not four feet from you, near the fire. As you gaze up, you can see that he is wearing exotic blue and green robes! He was a strange hat on his head, a hat like the pope wears but green, cleft at the top. He bends down over you, his face coming very close to yours.

"I can see your fate, Peter." the man says to you. What do you do?

Since you can't actually sleep anyway, might as well go looking for Duke. Do this as soon as you have had some bacon.

>>17405512
"Mah fate is mah own, stranger"

>>17405512

Hit him in the face with our guitar, El Kabong style!

"Well can you see where duke is? I cant find him anywhere"
offer the stranger a drink of wiskey and move so the fire is between us and him

>>17405533
You crook your head back and gaze up into his eyes steadily. "Muh fate.... muh fate is muh own, stranger." The man's eyes narrow and he draws back to his full height quickly withdrawing from you.

"You will die outside, cold and alone Peter. You will have no fine town house to hang your battered hat. You will have no fine children to tug on your greasy beard. You will have no fine wife to sing to you all of the days of the year. You will die col,d and alone surrounded by strangers who don't even know your name. I see you, Peter."

"Thats how Ive lived. And thats probably how Ill die. But whatever happens is my decision. Not yours stranger."

>>17405608
The strange man smiles at this, and nods approvingly. "And yet, it does not have to be this way, Peter. There are ways which I can show you, ways you can cheat fate and rewrite your entire life. You can be the true master of your fate. Tell me, Peter have you heard of Father Dagon? If you come with me to our church, we can show you so much more."

SURE, WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG.

>>17405640

"You seem like a nice fellah, mister, but I ain't gonna follow some bathrobe wearin' clown in a funny hat just cuz he talks all pretty. Show me yur somehow worth a damn, then I'll give it a long think, then I drink some whiskey, then I'll think some more, and then and only then I might come witchu."

>>17405686
Do you agree to pack up your camp and follow the strange man to his church? He has the look of money, that's for sure. No damn fool would wear a hat like that unless he did.

First time I ever played Arkham Horror, this was my character. Through sheer salty stubbornness, I rebelled against party cooperation with all their talk of "plans" and nonsense, only to consistently save their asses whenever trouble started. At the end I had all but one gate token, a mess of clues, two shotguns, and a blessing. Every portal I went through only had good things in it. Money, guns, and glory. I ended up wrestling the boss to death.

I refuse to play any other character to this day.

>>17405640
"And the catch?"

>>17405693

Second this. We need to know he isn't going to take us someplace and steal our shillelagh. Before raping us, that is.

>>17405728
ditto

>>17405693
The man smiles, and he claps his hands twice. Suddenly, from the bushed you hear a yelp and a bark! It's Duke, you know his voice anywhere! You leap to your feet and he comes running from outside the firelight wagging his tail excitedly.

The strange man says "There are so many things which I can do, Peter. Things which I can teach you how to do."

As the man talks you think you overhear the sound of breaking twigs from the direction where Duke came form, maybe another animal? Maybe a person?

>>17405753
hug duke and then grab the shillelagh and peer into the bushes. "how did you do that? and whats that noise?"

>>17405753

Ask duke how he feels about this strange man.

>>17405773
Your companion was lost and wandering, Peter. There is nothing in those bushes. I only chose to guide him on the right path. I sense that you yourself, are also lost, lost and wandering. There is nothing in those bushes. Peter, if you come back with me to my church, we can get out of this cold, bitter wind and warm our feet by my fire. There is nothing in those bushes. Peter, will you come and testify to the word of Father Dagon?"

Duke is unharmed, darting around your legs and between them and nuzzling your hand with his snout.

>>17405753

"There's somethin' else out in them bushes, stranger. Now how does I know that you don't have some backup out there, a man who was holdin' onto my dog, my old friend in the world, just waitin' to set him free so I trusts you?

"Show me his face. And show me yours. My pants may be soaked in urine and I might have an extreme dependency on alcohol, but I weren't born yesterday."

Tighten our hold on our shillelagh and roll initiative.

>>17405803
You scratch Duke behind his ear and check him over. Yes, he is just fine. You ask him what he thinks of the man, you gesture towards the stranger. Duke wags his tail and darts towards the mans feet, and back again playfully.

>>17405812
Duke seems happy and it is cold.
Best to go along with his bullshit and at least get a meal and a drink.

>>17405837

Second this.

>>17405840

Obviously this is zombie Duke and he cannot be trusted.

Prepare to rip and tear.

>>17405850
This.
pretend to agree with stranger but keep guard up.

Gonna need some consensus guys. The vote seems split.

Who is in favor of following the Stranger?

Who is in favor of distrusting the stranger?

>>17405904
Follow the stranger but dont trust him.
Duke seems to like him and we trust his judgement.
Keep the club armed and stay behind him.

>>17405904

I don't trust him.

>Tighten our hold on our shillelagh and roll initiative.

>>17405919
Dont trust but dont attack either. We dont want to get tentacle fucked.

You contemplate your actions slowly while the stranger waits. Absentmindedly you realize Duke has helped himself to the bacon scraps. You sip some whiskey and stare into the fire.

>>17405986
Well dukes eaten out dinner, now we have to go with the stranger. Im assuming they will have food and I dont want to starve.

>>17405904
Don't trust him. We've heard about similar things leading to the death of people with our profession before. He could want to steal our innards.

>>17405996
You still have a pound and a half of bacon, and have not even begun on your beans. However, those are the last of your food stores and there is always the next few days. Just then, as you look up to the sky you notice a shooting star zip past, leaving a brilliant trail across the sky.

Do you make a wish?

>>17406013
Wish for a massive cock. Then equip it instead of the walking stick and beat the stranger to death.

>>17406013
For the nightmares to stop and sleep come back to us.

"Well stranger, ya seem nice 'n all, but ah got a promise 't keep. Maybe we c'n talk after."

>>17406013
Wish for a magic guitar.

>>17406029
As you wish for an end to your torments, and for the belief of a good night's rest you feel invigorated and much better. You have attained a blessing and will benefit from +1 to all your actions until the charm fades.

The man stirs, and follows your eye. "It is the Annual Meteor shower, Peter. The stars are right this time of year. Won't you come with me, I have work for you to do. Painting, fence making, can you do these things for us Peter? We will pay you well and give you a room for let."

>>17406013

Wish to come across a prohibition era booze stash.

>>17406060
hmmmmm, that sound a lot better than the cultist buisness he was talking about. Some good honest work would be nice, and there is probably a feed and a comfy bed in it for us.
Go with the stranger

>>17406060
"Ah'm sorry, buht ah'm a man o' muh word, and ah have a promise to keep"

Follow the stranger

RAPE THE STRANGER WITH THE WALKING STICK.

FUCK THE FISH MAN IN HIS ASS.

>>17406113
We can fuck the fishman later.
Follow the stanger back to his cult and see if we can get some cool-aid

>>17406083
>>17406073
"Well then, after you have discharged your obligation in our fine town, please seek me out at the Esoteric Order of Dagon chapel on Church Street tomorrow. My name is Remy Sanford. Here, take this for the night." Remy Sanford hands you a brilliant blue cotton blanket, with some silver markings on it which you can't quite make out in the firelight.

The blanket is of exceptional quality and the down inside feels like the softest thing you have ever touched.

With that the Remy Sanford begins to walk towards the woods.

>>17406135
We are poor and filthy, not stupid. This man changed tactics when he realised we would not go along with the church business. We have been fucked over countless times before, and this man is NOT to be trusted.

You are left with Duke and the cold wind. You rekindle your fire and scoop out half a can of beans into your skillet. You are exhausted, and keep seeing movement out of the corner of your eyes. It has been over 72 hours since you last slept and this blanket feels like heaven right now, like a bed fit for a God.

Do you try to sleep tonight?

>>17406183
try to sleep. Get Duke to stand watch.

>>17406183

Toss the blanket into the fire and go to sleep.

>>17406219
You eat the beans and let Duke clean the skillet off. You toss in some water and set it on the coals to boil clean. You settle into the soft grass and wrap yourself in the cotton blanket with the wool blanket over top of you. Duke snuggles in near your feet under the wool blanket.

Far overhead between the clouds you can see the myriad of stars and constellations. Remy was right, you see shooting stars burning through the sky all night long, until finally your eyes close and you relax enough to sleep.

Thanks for the giggle, /tg/.

so uhh.. lets finish off that can of beans and find out who that Martin Shaw is..

You wake up on the main battle line of the Strythian 4th Division. All around you are dead men, and worse things even. You see your comrades in arms, the finest and bravest of the Strythian 4th all around you. It is a lull in the battle and men are cleaning weapons and making large pots of soups. You urinate into a ditch and slop through the mud towards the nearest pot. You are wearing leather and woolen armor stiffened by the finest Druids of the Nine Islands and you carry your longs sword clutched in your hand like normal.

As you approach a pot, you can see a human arm and what looks like a thigh cooking merrily away. The aroma fills your nostrils. The 4th ran out of provisions two months ago. After a period of no food, General Briggat ordered the mass cooking of corpses that day and every day.

As you spoon in mouthfuls of hearty human broth you hear the war whoops of the Grenden Rebels! They are charging! As if on cue, Strythian horns blow from all around you. You snarl and leap up the battlements, charging forwards with your brothers, always forwards. The Grenden Rebels have made a compact with one of the Dark Gods and their ranks are bolstered with blasphemous things, nightmare entities all tooth and claw and malice.

it is a good day to die, you reckon, but an even finer day for murder.

Then, hours later, exhausted and covered in putrid ichor, you again return to your ditch to sleep. Tomorrow will be the same, the Grenden will not yield so early into the campaign season. It has been endless war for you, these last 33 years.

>>17406382
You awake to the sound of birds chirping and sun on your eyes. Your head hurts like the fury and glancing around you see a near empty whiskey bottle at had. You drain it in one go and sit up. Duke is trotting into the clearing holding a fat grey hare.

He sets it at your feet and weights expectantly. Gods, you feel tired. Like you had been running all night long...

>>17406382

You clean and gut the rabbit, tossing the head to Duke. You spear it on a stick and begin the roast. As you do so, you finger out the address for Stormy's family in Arkham. Mary-belle Shaw was your contact, Stormy's younger sister. You vowed to bring her word of his troubles in Baltimore.

>>17406401
Pet Duke, he has given us food and distraction from our bad dreams. Bring hare on our hunt for work, liquor and whoever we were supposed to bring that letter or what it was to.

>>17406468
Then Mary-belle Shaw's place is our next destination

>>17406485
Work can be found two places, down near the docks in the Merchant's quarter, and at the Esoteric Order of Dagon on Church Street. Liquor will be harder to secure, because it is an illegal substance.

The Address for Mary-belle Shaw is in the prestigious French Hill neighborhood.

The hare has been eaten and your hunger is satiated. You pack up your camp and prepare to head out. You reckon if you follow this river it should lead you right into town. Or there appears to a country lane nearby you could follow instead.

>>17406551
Do you follow the river or do you walk the country lane?

>>17406551
River sounds like the calmest option. Head towards town and check things out.

>>17406570
Rape Duke.

Take off your clothing and run into the river.

>>17406575
You set off across the field along the rushing Miskatonic. You pass by small farms as you walk and then eventually you come to a fence which leads right up to the river bank. You could easily wade around it or hop over it. Beyond is a dilapidated farm, though crops still grow in the field. It might take an hour or more to go around and find the road, while avoiding private property. You had seen several 'Trespassers Will be Shot Twice" signs on fenced property.

Do you circumnavigate the fence or go around to the road?

You sit pondering your choice, unsure whether or not to jump this silly fence. Silly things, fences. Take a perfectly nice, walkable land and put fences all over the place. What a terrible idea. What to do?

Jump the fence or go around?

>>17406654
Rules are not our style. These boot are made for walking, so let's brave the danger and walk those fields!

>>17406654

Jump the fence while singing 'this land is your land'...

>>17406708
>>17406716
You easily hop the fence, which Duke is able to shimmy under. You see in the field by a barn the skinniest cows you have ever seen in your life. It makes no sense, the grass is so green and lush here and yet there they are, emaciated. You walk on by the cows and upon further examination you realize they have metal rods in their skin with wooden nobs on the end! Something has been bleeding these cows dry!

Do you continue on or attempt to aid the cows.

>>17406749
You are crushed again by indecision. These cows have strange metal rods affixed in their skin, yet they seem well fed otherwise. On the other hand, it's none of your business and you're on private property...

It would be a shame to get arrested on your way to tell Mary-belle about her brother's arrest and approaching execution.

>>17406807

Let's leave them be for now, we can come back to the cows later. Time to moove on.

>>17406834
Very well. As you moove on from this mooving sight you easily cross the farm and hop another fence to safety. Looking back, no one saw you. You and Duke continue on together, passing several boys fishing under a willow tree. The boys look clean and nice and wave as you walk by. One of them asks "Hey Mister, did you just come from the Whately farm or what???" You shrug noncommittally and walk towards Arkham proper. You can see smoke stacks from chimneys first, followed by gently sloping tile roofs. You are clearly on the docks, and you can see several tall wooden ships in the harbour. A gang of longshoremen are unloading one of the massive ships. Across the way, you can see the "The Rope and Anchor" which promises 'Warm meals, Cold Drinks'.

Duke is running around on the dock chasing seagulls from post to post.

What do you do? You don't know these streets and only have an address.

>>17406911
Ask the harbour master or someone working for the docks if they know where your place is, failing that start up an idle chat with the longshoremen.

>>17406947
The harbor place is a at full swing and all the men look very busy. You get some wary glances as you walk past and the foreman is shouting orders at the gang or working men. You see a harbor office and approach it. A man comes out to greet you, wearing a bowler hat and a suit coat. "Yes, what are you looking for, roughneck?"

>>17406971
The Harbormaster looks annoyed by your lack of explanation. "Well come on, drifter what is it you walked down my pier for after all?"

storyteller here, be right back guys. Figure out what you want to say to the Harbor Master please.

15 minutes.

>>17406971

I'm looking for an address in town... And work if there's any to go around.

>>17407054
Tell him the address we are looking for.

Passing through, an old friend of mine said this was the best place for some honest work, and if you could also direct me to french hill, I have some business to attend to.>>17407054

>>17407079
>>17407234
>>17407129
"Well if it's work you're looking for, you might could get a few hours a day with the longshoremen but I warn you, they are a tight gang and that's no word of a lie. Otherways, you might could earn some decent wage hauling in firewood, with it being so cold lately. The woods are surrounded by it, some negroes already got to hauling it some but they done up and run off it seems."

"Now, you askin' about French Hill is some kind of laugh, because you don't quite seem to fit there. There she is, up on that hill over yon'." The harbormaster gestures out over the city and you can make out a high hill about a mile away, pristine white stately homes cresting it.

"You cannot go to French Hill like that. Deputy McClaine would thump you tool good. I suggest you go on by Ma's Boarding House and she might could get you squared away. Best of luck to you, fellow. Might could get some coin playing that country banjo you got over your shoulder as well."

>>17407430
"The Rope and Anchor is just cross the street over yon', and they might could pay you for some tunes in the evening time."

>>17407430
>>17407454
I'll approach the Rope and Anchor. They said drinks, right? We need more whiskey.

>>17407430
Thank you very much Harbormaster.

We should probably if we have cash get to the Boarding house and clean ourselves up some before we go to French Hill. After we take care of business there we can negotiate with the Rope and Anchor for our Musical services.

>>17407477
>>17407483
Since you don't know where Ma's Boarding House is, and the day is still young you decide to enter the Rope and Anchor. Inside, some locals are busy cooking up some fish stew in the fireplace. After eying you warily they invite you over to join them. They are mostly old drunks, bar flies. Your kind of people. Whiskey is 5 cents and good whiskey is 10 cents. The fish soup is free and hearty and the matron slops out some of the mornings pork trimmings and potatoes into a platter for Duke "As long as he stays outside with his fleas."

The matron, Deborah Halister, agrees to pay you 50 cents a day if you play once a night for six hours and any tips you get are yours. She directs you to Ma's Boarding house and even presses the first nights pay of 50 cents into your hands.

>>17407554
Feeling better, with whiskey in your gut and more coin in your pocket you saunter out into the streets and run right into a Deputy officer in full regalia of polished jack boots, shining buttons and police mans cudgel. As you bump into him coming around a corner, there is a moment of falling dread in your heart. He sneers at you and raises the cudgel on instinct and begins to withdraw.

You think he smells the booze! What do you do?

>>17407581
Keep our eyes down and keep on walking, hoping for the best.

>>17407581
Back away slowly making calming gestures and if he follows or gets in our face tell him that we we're just going to Ma's to clean up.

>>17407604
"Say, fella if I see you out on the river lighting any more fires you'll sure wish you hadn't!" The officer remarks as he recognizes you. "We ain't that kind of town, trouble enough with gypsies and such, we don't need you out there hungry. You find work or you move on, do we agree on that much?"

He tips your shoulder with the cudgel, causing you to turn towards him. Duke begins to growl low and puts his ears back, baring his teeth.

>>17407622
The deputy leans in closer, sniffing at you. "Do we agree on that much, feller? Or do you have to leave town right now?"

>>17407622
"Righto, sir. Already done, sir."

>>17407653
"We'll see, drifter. Off you go, tell Deborah next time you see her that she shouldn't ought to pour the hard stuff before noon. Or I'll tell her next time I stop in. Either way, you shouldn't be pouring the hard stuff before noon much either, get me?" The deputy tips his hat and walks away with in a professional march.

Somewhat confused as to what exactly just happened, you begin your long walk to Ma's Boarding House. On the way, you take in Arkham proper, the cobblestone streets, unlit gas lamps, the fine houses. Arkham people bustle around you, coaches going thither and yon clop clop clopping down the lanes. It feels all so closed in.

With some happiness you arrive at a large two story Inn proudly labeled "Ma's". There are two old men sitting out front on the porch smoking on fat pipes. They ignore you as you walk on inside. Almost immediately, you are set upon by a woman you guess to be Ma, large and round, with a giant bosom and rosy cheeks. With her hair in a beehive she quickly takes your coat and bag in her hands. "Yes, yes welcome! Come in, come in let's get you situated. The fare is 25 cents on the day breakfast and dinner included. We have laundry service on Wednsdays and Sundays. No company after nine, no female non-relative companionship under any circumstances. We are Christians here, sir. We run a Christian home."

She walks you down a well lit hallway with wooden floors to a rather nice, though cozy, room. The bed is comfortable looking if shabby, with several well worn quilts covering it. There is an oil lamp, and a chest near the bed as well as a single chair near the window. She throws the window open and sunlight pours in. She also directs you to a low end table and a strange looking device on top of it. An Emmerson 5 tube bedroom radio!

She turns it on and some hot new tinny rag time blares out the speakers, filling the room.

"Your name sir?" and she holds out her hand.

>>17407726
The Rag Time Song which plays.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhR4yi1dTkA&feature=related

My name is Pete, Miss Ma'. Here is the coin for the night, what time is dinner served? I have an awful need to get to French Hill before then.

>>17407755
"We serve at 5:30, Pete. You say you're going to French Hill?" Ma eyes your garb appraisingly. "Well, well. A happy reunion, I don't doubt. Let me see if I can get you fixed up with some proper clothes then, men are always leaving their clothes in my house I tell you that for free. You get settles in here and I'll be right back in a twinkle. If you like, I'll just go ahead and wash up those old clothes of your when I get a chance by the fire."

This song comes on after.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OS2kMgBZ_EU&feature=related

After a short time, Ma returns with a pair of slacks, a nice collared shirt and a sports coat. While not exactly in fashion, the clothes are well made and suitable you reckon. Ma also insists, absolutely insists on cutting your hair and beard outside by the porch. She introduces you to Jasper and Allan, the two smoking men. One is absently stroking Dukes mane. They are silent when you come out and as Ma begins to cut your hair the silence becomes awkward.

Do you break the silence or remain quiet?

Is this not grabbing interest? If it is not, I would prefer to stop rather can keep prompting everyone.

>>17407787
Break the Silence, remark on Duke, good dogs like him are good for breaking the ice.

>>17407851
"Ehhhh, old Duke there has been with me for almost ten years, he has." Everyone looks up at you, and you gesture towards the dog.

Jasper, who was introduced to you as a gardener, remarks "He kept trying to go in after you, lad. Was pawing at the door something fierce until I called him to heel. He's a loyal animal, he is. What brings you to Arkham, Pete?"

>>17407875
Guy I met asked me to deliver a message to his family here and I was already walking in this direction.

>>17407890
"Well you picked a peculiar time to come to Arkham, Pete. Lots of strange happenings around here in the last few days, I don't mind telling you. There's been a lot of academic types come to see the Meteor shower, and the Order has been prophesying the passing of a terrible sign. They say the stars are right, don't you know? Say Pete, would you like to know more about the stars?" Jasper asks. Your haircut is almost finished.

>>17407925
I've walked a lot of places and never seen them mean anything more that a bit of light and a good way to point out north. Once our haircut finishes we ought to get to French Hill.

>>17407925
Ask them about the Order. Are they trustworthy people or should a man looking for work look elsewhere?

>>17407952
Okay, you finish up the haircut and are feeling a lot better. Ma goes to draw you a bath and after that you are feeling positively pampered, though the water was too hot for you. You've still got plenty of time left. Just then, Oliver Thomas, the owner of the Curiositie Shoppe, stops by with a gift for Ma. "Landsakes, what do I need with more knickknacks? Here, you give it someone who can actually use it!" Ma hands you a bone flute on your way out the door. "You take care, Pete, see you later tonight. I migth come by to hear you play at the Rope an' Anchor later."

>>17407981
On your way out, Jasper tells you "The Order men are Arkham men through and through. This town would not be what it is today, without the Order. If you would like to, come on out to church with me tomorrow morning. I'll wake you up for breakfast?"

Do you accept Jasper's offer?

>>17408015
The Bone Flute Ma handed you.

>>17408029
Tell Jasper that I'm interested in watching but make no commitments towards joining.

>>17408090
So we will go with him, but make no promises about joining?

>>17408090
Jasper agrees to wake you for breakfast and wishes you the best in your endeavors for the day. You set out for the long march uphill to the aptly named French Hill quarter of Arkham, MASS. The streets are very well paved and kept almost clinically clean. The boulevards are wide and gently sloped and you enjoy the fresh breeze under the trees. You pick an apple from a public tree as you pass and it is delicious. As you pass a particular house, almost hidden back in the shadows of overgrowth, you stop suddenly.

You see, then feel the house breathe. The walls and ceiling actually appear to contract and expand as the house sucks in air through the windows and doors. In, in, in, in and then oooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuttttttt in a rush. You feel suddenly dizzy and light-headed, shocked and terrified with what you saw. You hear a voice, the houses voice say "Don't wait, don't wait. Come inside, Peter."

What do you do?

>>17408139
Stay the fuck away from it and continue with our message errand.

>>17408163
You shake off the dizzy feeling you had and realize that Duke is barking and snarling like crazy about fifty feet away. He is extremely unnerved by the house and much to your relief you realize that your destination is only about a block away. You quickly arrive at Mary-belle Shaw's house, a two story mansion with a large wrought iron gate blocking off a private drive way. Several large mastiffs trot unconcerned on the lawn.

You can see a bald man in a light coat out with them though he does not seem to have noticed you yet. The gate is unlocked. What to do you do?

>>17408223
We don't want to sneak in and surprise a piles of mastiffs and whoever he is, when we get to the gate announce our presence and explain our errand.

>>17408244
The man approaches you somberly. "Did you... did you say "Stormy" Shaw? Do you mean Cameron Shaw? He's been lost all these many years..."

You tell him how Stormy has been just fine, traveling America and Mexico all over the place. You tell him how he met a poor end in Baltimore and is likely already hung from the neck until dead for it.

The man drops his head. "Oh my, oh my. Why was no telegram sent? We could have sent out a lawyer to plead his case! Oh my, thanks to you for coming with the message. Good day to you, sir."

The man gazes at you. What do you do?

>>17408306
It wasn't any trouble, if you need anything else I'll be staying at Ma's Boarding house. I'm new in town though, what can you tell me about the Order?

>>17408139
We need to molotov that house whenever we have the chance.

>>17408373
Let's not invoke the wrath of the deputy.

>>17408351
>>17408417
The man stops walking away and looks back over his shoulder at you. You see these big dogs, sir? These big dogs are trained man-killers and this is why;

Because it was the Order men who chased out Cameron, all those long years ago. It's the Order men which run the town, though not all of us folk agree. He stops and turns back. "If you were a friend of Cameron's, please come and call on the Lady Mary-belle tomorrow night for dinner. Any friend of Cameron's is welcome in his home. At least now we can finally get the estate settled away. Tomorrow night sir, or please send excuse of your presence."

>>17408446
Where to now? You figure on having about four more hours before you are expected at the Rope and Anchor. You pray they like your tunes because you got nothing else going in this town. It's about a fifteen minute walk back to Ma's and about 20 minutes to the docks. Or you could try and get hired on at the Esoteric Order of Dagon.

>>17408465
Avoid getting hired at the order for now, go to the docks to see what we can find, then off to Ma's to get ready.

awesome read, OP. keep it up. it's shame that i am from UK, gotta sleep some time.

>>17408538
You arrive at the docks for the second time this day. The men are sitting around, after work with no ships to unload. They are carousing, smoking and generally rough-housing, in high spirits. After asking around, you find out that hiring begins at 8:00 am and work is all day or until dusk or so. Wages are $3.00 a day, or $18 a week if you sign up for the week. The gang boss eyes you appraisingly and says "You're a little bit old for this work, are you not?"

>>17408578
Thanks! I've wanted to do an Ashcan Pete thread for quite a while, the players keep throwing me for loops lol. Taking some hooks, ignoring others, it's been a fun and surprising ride.

>>17408589
"Mebbe, but I take what I can get."

>>17408589
Ask who the Deborah person the cop was talking about earlier is.

(If that's just Ma then ignore this post.)

>>17408624
Deborah Runs the Rope and Anchor.

>>17408609
"Just make sure you stay out of the way, or by the Father and the Mother we will land you in the hospital. My name is Red Pickens, and I'm the boss of this work gang. You work until I tell you to stop. You get water when I tell you to get water. Don't complain or try to unionize and we'll get on famously."

You have secured employment! As you wander off the docks, you bump into Abner Weems, the local drunk. Leaning on your shoulder, he cries as he tells you how his wife and daughter were taken away by a black, three-eyed creature one night. He then babbles for a while, talking about ways to fight such monsters.

What do you do?

>>17408653
Listen, we've seen weird ass shit in our time and more than usual here, and the crazy and drunk tend to have nuggets of truth.

>>17408653
ask questions about the appearance of the "monster" and see if you can deduce what it actually was from the details

>>17408679
>>17408719
Abner leads you to the Rope and Anchor quickly, conspiratorially. After you have gotten in a round of whiskey he tells you that human beings are not the only ones on the planet. Oh no, he says, not alone at all. You have to pierce them, make them bleed. In their world, the deepest of oceans, blood travels faster than in air.

If you have a say in it, pierce them with a long spear. Do not get close, they can tear through wood and rock. The whole town is in on it, he says, well most of the town anyway.

"They're making a home for it, when it comes in on the comet you see. A home, a bed fit for a God!"

>>17408770
Just to be safe, let's see if we can't sharpen the end of our walking stick. ask him who isn't in on it/any more information.

>>17408892
"No, no, no, no." he says

"Who is in on it, who is safe, no, no, no! Miranda!" he shouts

He jumps up on the bar suddenly, tottering back and forth. He screams at the assembled bar patrons "You all live in the ninth layer of hell! You all burn, every day but it never consumes you! The price is too high, the cost is too great we must stop him! Stop the Sanford brat and push his kind out of the...... ARGGHGHGHGH!"

With that, the police Deputy lays his cudgel across the old drunk's head and splits it wide, blood spattering the bar and you. Abner collapses like a sack of potatoes and falls off the bar to the floor. The deputy is staring directly into your face as he mechanically pulls out a white rag to wipe his cudgel with. You notice the bright red of Abner's blood on the cloth, the contrast between it and the white, white cloth. Your head swims, your vision swoons. You pass out.

>>17408939
You wake up to the sounds of screaming and horns. A sneak attack! the Grenden Rebels had somehow gotten past the lead vanguard! You jump to your feet quickly, and leap to the battlement. They must have gotten past the vanguard.... oh no. You see beyond the fields of dead a great grey ooze flowing across the land. Nanite swarms, where had these primitive backwoods fools gotten nanite swarms???? The horns blew loudly now, droning across the plains and hills.

You activate your psychic-resonance shield and pray to all the gods, old and new that it works. The swarm breaks upon the Strythian battle lines. Thralls and enlisted men were the first to go, atomically disassembled by the tiny machines. Then darkness covers you and you grit your teeth against the fear of consumption, of being torn apart atom by atom and absorbed into the collective for spare parts but it does not come. You are spared and then a sudden light as a small atmospheric EMP is detonated by Colonial Strythian orbiters. As one, the nanite machines die a brain and body death and fall from the sky.

You bound again to the battlements and see a sea of grey barren of organic molecule. You and the officers who were spared by the psyche-shields raise your swords as one, cry loyalty to the Empire and bound across the great grey sea to victory.

>>17409041

You spend the rest of the day clearing out pockets of Grenden rebel forces, most hideously warped and altered by their contact with the outer beings. Most fight like banshees, with hollow, stocky limbs and fibrous skins. They fight beyond endurance, beyond human tolerance for pain. They howl their madness into your face as you slice them one by one, come and come. Some mewl and cry for mercy with tentacled limbs sloughing skin like water to pool in pale piles of tainted flesh and wasted form. They, unable to control the form of their flesh, trapped ever changing, ever in pain.

You shut off your mind, at some point, become a machine born of swinging blade and shuffling feet. The horror of it all, the waste of it all, the hopeless advance of the crawling chaos shut out of your mind. And finally, peacefully, a belly full of Grenden militia supply rations and not human flesh at all, you sleep and dream of war.

>>17409053
You wake up, with the Deputy standing over you with a concerned look on his face. You all right, feller? Had a bit of a spill, you did." He helps you up, off the floor of the Rope and Anchor bar in Arkham, MASS. Lying near to you is Abner the drunk, Abner who talks too much, Abner with a broken head. The deputy is already dragging him out by the feet.

Deborah tells you it is time for you to play. "Just play something lively, dear."

You have no memory or knowledge of your dreamlands form, but tentacled men and monsters of the deep plague your thoughts anyway. You feel sick, you need a drink. What do you do?

>>17409094
Get plastered like we were redoing the stucco at Hearst Castle.

>>17409094
Get some drink, but we still need to be able to play music, can't afford to lose this job this soon.

>>17409108
You grab a bottle of whiskey off the bar and chug it until your head stops pounding. The bar is full of patrons, all looking your way. In your new clothes, with your hair cut and your shave, guitar clutched over your shoulder you figure you cut quite the image. You strum the guitar quickly and play the Coo-coo Bird by a man you had met the last summer, Clarence Ashley. It is the first thing that comes to mind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvJ6M0Oz0lU

>>17409146
The crowd is riotous. Your song goes over so well that people are dancing and singing with you. Jasper is there, and he leaps up onto a table and begins playing his harmonica along with you. He accompanies you on a rendition of 'Stackalee', a man named Frank Hutchison who you shared a cabin with for an entire winter one year.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXoq77Y9ijc

>>17409174
>>17409174
The night is a smashing success. Your wordly tunes and well traveled repetioire gains you instant noteriety and patrons are literally pulling people in form outside to listen. You finish your set with James Alley Blues, by an old negro man you traveled a rail line with once upon a time.

James Alley Blues - Richard 'Rabbit' Brown
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3JEVhOAyMo

>>17409146
>>17409174
>>17409214
When the night is over, you have collected an additional $1.75 in tips, mostly pennies and nickels. You are near ruined with whiskey and even Duke has been invited into the place for a sit by the fire. Dancing is still going on, and someone else has taken up an old fiddle tune.

You remember that you have a meeting with Jasper in the morning, but you are having a fine time.

What do you do?

>>17409238
Say goodnight to everyone, and try to get some sleep. Keep our shillelagh handy, and see if we can get Duke to sleep in the same room as us. Something might try to mess with us tonight, and I'd rather be prepared.

>>17409238
We collect our 50 cents from Deborah and head back to Ma's Boarding House. There will be plenty of time to live it up with the party.

>>17409304
>>17409312
Deborah already gave you the first days pay. When you arrive at the boarding house, all lights are off except for the porch light. You decide to take Duke into the room, and you find a pitcher of water and light fare of bread and cheese waiting for you in your room. The Emmerson radio is on low, and it's a news segment. They are talking about the meteor shower and some crazy Dutch astronomer who has been talking about seeing huge objects in orbit. You sleep, and blissfully, wonderfully, you have no dreams. You awake to a knocking at your door and the smell of cooking. Bacon, coffee, eggs. "Hey, Pete! Time to hear the good word, are you up in there?"

It's Jasper, come to take you to the Esoteric Order of Dagon. What do you do?

>>17409350
Get a quick breakfast and go with him. Even if the order is involved in tramp vivisections, it's not likely they'll try it in broad daylight... is it?

>>17409400
Jasper is dressed up in his finest, an old tweed suit and fedora. He is in high spirits as he leads you out into the day. He sings a rhyme while you walk. "The Lords of perfection have assembled, and to rejoice! The year of Jubilee! And it shall come to pass in that time, the sound of a cry from the Gate of the Fishes, a howling from the second quarter, and a great commotion from the hills."

He leads you down Church street and you see many, many others assembling as well, filing into the Esoteric Order of Dagon chapel. It seems harmless enough, you think. Not nearly so bad as those Southern Baptists anyhow.

>>17409439
As you file into the chapel with the rest of the town, Jasper continues to recite the words, and then is joined by others around you in the litany. "And the Priests of Dagon will come again: The Sons of God will have intercourse with the daughters of Man. And they took Dagon and they set him in his Place, Re-establishing the ancient worship: Bringing forth the Mighty Ones which are from Eternity."

The litany continues as you cross the threshold into the church. You are no longer charmed from your wish upon a star. You feel the life sucked from your soul as you are ushered deeper into the chapel, a gloomy, dank and dark place filled with slick wet surfaces and grinning, chanting mouths.

"All who enter the house of Dagon are under the seal that is Eleven! And they shall adore the Head of Dagon,
Chanting with the voice of charmers, as they leap across the threshold in the silence of the night. ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon!

In his house at Ashdod lord Dagon will rise!"

>>17409463
This symbol adorns the furthest wall, above the dark altar. You smell sea-salt and copper. You are led to a row of pews, where children wait to sprinkle you with an athame. It tastes like sea-water!

What do you do?

>>17409479
You see this massive statue on the Altar, and then a man in green robes whom you recognize as Remy Sanford, approaches the altar. The crowd is chanting in unison now, "Ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon! In his house at Ashdod lord Dagon will rise!"

>"Ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon! In his house at Ashdod lord Dagon will rise!"

>"Ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon! In his house at Ashdod lord Dagon will rise!"

What do you do?

>>17409497
Stay in the back of the crowd, try to seem interested. Look for possible escape routes, but don't alert them to this.

>>17409508
>"Ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon! In his house at Ashdod lord Dagon will rise!"

>"Ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon! In his house at Ashdod lord Dagon will rise!"

>"Ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon! In his house at Ashdod lord Dagon will rise!"

>"Ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon! In his house at Ashdod lord Dagon will rise!"

>"Ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon! In his house at Ashdod lord Dagon will rise!"

>"Ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon! In his house at Ashdod lord Dagon will rise!"

And then, the crowd descends into humming, a deep, low, resonant drone of humming. From the rear of the altar, you see someone, no, some thing, shamble out into the light of the candlebras. It stands near eight feet tall and is wrapped in blue robes. It is carrying a large fish and in it's claws it rips this fish into sections.

Remy Sanford leans his head back and shouts to the rafers ""And the Priests of Dagon will come again: The Sons of God will have intercourse with the daughters of Man. And they took Dagon and they set him in his Place, Re-establishing the ancient worship: Bringing forth the Mighty Ones which are from Eternity."

>>17409528
And then, silence settles over the chapel. The.... thing is quite real and just stands there, munching on sections of fish. You try to look away and look at it at the same time. It scans the crowd with it's bulbous orb eyes. Remy Sanford begins his sermons;

"“Dagon will come again, as will mighty sorceries for the
mighty beasts of the deep have been unleashed, and they
have gone about their pathway of destruction..."

"It is possible to identify ‘the Mighty Ones which are from
eternity’ more completely, and to establish that they are “mighty
beasts of the deep”. Referring to Genesis 6,4, Kenneth Grant
has identified these entities as being “Typhonian Teratomas
such as those described by Berossus in his account of the
creation. Of these teratomas the dragon and the ape were the
archetypes.”. In the form in which it has survived, the
description of these ‘wondrous creatures by Berossus is rather
wild and impressionistic, but the Babylonian recension of the
Creation Epic from which it was derived, is more precise.
According to this, Tiamat, the primordial dragon of the chaos
of waters, gave birth to:

“...Monster-Serpents, Sharp of tooth, unsparing of fang.
With venom for blood she has filled their bodies.
Roaring dragons she has clothed with terror,
Has crowned them with haloes, making them like gods”.
Nine of these chaos dragons are then named, but:
“Withal eleven of this kind she has brought forth”.

This description of course, is from the point of view of the
priests of Bel-Marduk, the god whom the Creation Epic was
styled to glorify. It is he who slays Tiamat and defeats her
offspring. As to their fate..."

>>17409554
Sanford continues onward.

“Now the eleven creatures which Tiamat had made... Whose weapons he had shattered, which he had tied to his foot: Of these he made statues and set them up at the Gate of Apsu saying: “Let it be a token that this may never be forgotten!” Several of these dragons became identified with various constellations, such as Hydra, Sagittarius, Aquarius and Capricorn.

"And now the Gate of Apsu has been opened again, and the
restoration of Dagon will release the dragons of the deep, which
are the essence of all “Babylonish abominations”. Lines 20-25, ‘all who enter the house of Dagon’ (1 Samuel 5,5), has the value of 583, which is the gematria of AChD OShR, Eleven. The disciples of Dagon have knowledge of the rising of the eleven chaos dragons, and also, perhaps, an awareness of the words of the Goddess Nuit, when she declares that: “My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us.”

>>17409571
The crowd is rapt with attention as Sanford continues his sermon.

"RASh DGVN, ‘the head of Dagon’, shares the common gematria of 564, with QVL MLChShIM, ‘the voice of charmers’, and DMMTh HLILH, ‘the silence of the night’. The devotees adore the head of Dagon because he has been restored to his lordship of the Place, or Space, which is MQVM, Maqom. By its number of 186, Maqom is to be identified with QVPh, Qoph, meaning ‘an ape’, or ‘the back of the head’; the magickal centre within the Cerebellum that is sometimes referred to as the ‘dragon brain’. Also, 186 is the value of APQH, ‘a fortress’; PVOL, ‘action, deed’ or ‘acquisition’; and
in the Greek, of Golgotha, ‘the place of the Skull’ - and the
13 Disciple of Dagon place of the crucifixion, or Crossing.

"Now BITh DGVN, ‘the House of Dagon’ is 475, which is the number of BGVLGLThA, ‘In Golgotha’8. And after Saul was slain in battle by the Philistines, the text of 1 Chronicles 10,10 declares: “And they put his armour in the house of their gods, and fastened his head in the temple of Dagon”. The word used for “head” is GLGLTh, ‘skull’. Moreover, in the form GLGLThA, the word “skull” has the same number of 467 as KThVLHV, one of the Hebrew spellings of Cthulhu, and there is an Akkadian word ‘Kutallu’ that has the meaning of ‘the back of the head; rear part; behind’ 9.
All of this reveals Dagon to be a Lord of the Deep and a Guardian of its Threshold, across which access may be gained to the abyss of waters, the outer spaces - the spaces between the stars where the mighty ones dwell in eternity. Microcosmically, the threshold to these primordial spaces of consciousness is located in the Qoph centre, and it is traversed in alignment with the light of the Will in the Ajna chakra and the vibration of the Word in the Visuddha chakra.

>>17409582
"Finally, in lines 26 and 27, the chant is given:

'Ba’bethu l’Ashdodu yaqom Baal-Dagon. Constructed with mantric rhythm in mind, this is reasonably correct Hebrew: BB1ThV LAShDVDV IQVM BOL-DGVN, literally:

‘In his house, at his stronghold, he will rise, lord Dagon’. Baal-Dagon has the number of 165, equating it with the phrase LHVDIOM, ‘he will make them know’."

And the crowd chants "He will make them Know."

>"He will make them Know."

>"He will make them Know."

>"He will make them Know."

>"He will make them Know."

>"He will make them Know."

>>17409593
The crowd falls into silence once more, and then as one they begin humming again, that same deep, low droning. The.... thing near the altar begins to walk the crowd now, people reaching out adoringly, touching it's pebbled skin, stroking it. It is making it's way towards you!

What do you do?

>>17409602
Meekly step out of its way, while trying to create avenues of escape for ourselves (secretly, of course).

>>17409619
Oh no, the thing seems to have a lock on you, and walk right up to you. The humming continues as it approaches and you realize that it is nearly eight feet tall. The stench of rotting fish and sea water overwhelms you. You retch with nausea and something inside you screams to run, some primal part of your lizard brain screeches at you to flee.

The thing offers you it's massive hand, palm upwards. You are crowded in, people around you stroking it's massive arms and torso adoringly. It stares at you through bulbous, alien eyes.

What do you do?

>>17409658
Steel our resolve and shake its hand, while politely greeting it.

>>17409658
Look for quick escape route, if nothing certain pull out bone flute, make a quick prayer to some deity and play it.

>>17409677
>>17409683
I am going to need a consensus on this.

Do you take the things hand?

Do you play the bone flute?

>>17409694
Come on guys, what is the current leading thought?

>>17409720

Play the bone flute!

>>17409602

Oh fuck.

Um um um um.
Shit.
Its coming towards you... so we gently move to the side, circling the crowd.

>>17409731
Boom. As the thing approaches you, your instincts kick in and you reach instinctively for the only item you carry, the bone flute from Ma's Boarding House. The creature stops short and cocks it's head at you. Those nearest to you stop humming in confusion. You play the first thing which comes to mind, and it sounds like this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1dF_bllIpA&feature=related

The sound crashes out of the front of the flute, seeming to resonate louder and louder as you blow and pluck. The things mouth opens to scream but instead it turns and runs directly away, mowing down members of the Esoteric Order of Dagon in it's path. The humming stops as all present fall to their knees in pain. You feel as if a great pair of wings were beating upon the air, you are playing the music of the spheres, you are playing the tones of the Elder Gods and all will tremble before it's import. As the thing nears the far altar it stops suddenly, jerking forwards on shaky legs. The thing begins to convulse, and then to shake mightily before collapsing dead on the floor.

There is a clear path to the heavy front doors, most of the cult members are prone on the ground.

What do you do?

The thing sees you and your fear.

Reach out and give it your hand. Show it you are one of them, or consequences might be grave. It needs to see you overcome that fear and accept it.

>>17409765

BAIL

>>17409765

Get the fuck out of there obviously.

>>17409789
>>17409792
You burst out into the sunlight, Duke is there suddenly, jumping and nipping at your heels, tail between his legs but with his ears cocked as if to a sound only he can hear. You see, high above you in the morning sky a great blue fiery ball streaming across the sky. It is a meteor and you can hear a sudden thundering boom block out every other noise.

WHAT DO YOU DO?

>>17409825

Walk calmly away from the house, playing the flute.
If you can make shit die just from hearing it, obviously it has some sort of good effect.

>>17409850
To where? As you contemplate, you can hear stunned cult members from inside. "The sign! The sign of Dagon approaches the Herald is near to Earth!"

The Esoteric Order of Dagon will be exiting the Chapel shortly. Where do you go?

Never mind then, bust a move and get the fuck out of there, preferably to Ma's.

>>17409825

Assemble a magical item playing band to repel the meteor with the sweet sweet tones of an ancient and other worldly smooth jazz session

>>17409886
No, fuck that.

We need to get to Stormy's home with their BIG DOGS.

>>17409825
WITH THE POWER OF THE FLUTE, COMMAND THAT FUCKING METEOR TO TURN THE FUCK AROUND.

>>17409900

Sounds like a better plan.
GET TO MOVIN AND HAUL ASS.

>>17409899
I laughed actually. Hey, I picked randomly at that encounter at Ma's and got the Flute of the Outer Gods. It defeats all monsters in your area. Be wary, there is a sanity and stamina cost.

What's it to be, guys? Continue to play? Ma's? The Shaw Manor?

>>17409921

Wait wait, its possible to turn that meteor around and stop this entire thing?

>>17409899

Specifically Jim Culver, Marie Lambeau, and Patrice Hathaway

>>17409930
There is NO way Ashcan Pete knows anything for certain. What he DOES know is that Members of the E.:O.:D.: are going to be pouring out of that church any second.

Fuck it, back to the Shaw residence. At least we know they aren't involved. And they have big mastifs.

I'm going to need votes guys.

1. Keep playing the Flute.
2. Shaw Residence.
3. Ma's Boarding House.

>>17409942

I'm so lost and confused.
We can run, and try to find safety.
Or we can try to play the flute and try to stop this big bad.
WAT DO.

>>17409973
I vote #2, Shaw house.

>>17409973

Shaw Residence

>>17409979
>>17409981
You nervously eye the meteor in the sky, though it's not very fast moving, you can tell that it is coming in. You decide to retreat back to the Shaw house, because of their known non-involvement in Order of Dagon Matters. You also chose it over Ma's because Jasper knows you live there and... oh no! Your walking stick and bedroll and camp gear are at Ma's boarding house!

Do you abandon your life time's accumulation of gear or do you try to salvage it ahead of the cult members?

>>17410009
Shit, even our guitar is there. If this goes south, we will be left again with nothing. Outdoors and without a pot to piss in.

>>17410013
No screw all that stuff. We just saw a huge fish monster and killed it with a flute. Our stuff does not matter right now. Who knows we were seeking out the Shaw residence?

>>17410009
I happen to like my stick and guitar. They ought to be confused and down for a bit, as long as we go quick like it'll take them a bit to realize who we are, where we went, organize an attack. If we go double time we'll be fine, quick retrieval of stuff than we can hide behind a wall of mastiffs.

Going to need some votes, guys.

Ma's or Shaws? Do you abandon your gear? It's a shitty deal, I know.

>>17410009

I'm sure the Shaws will understand you taking anything you need when faced with a meteor, but taking a quick inventory of what might be lost if we were to abscond to the Shaws now would be a good idea

>>17410033

Full sprint to Ma's place, get the shit.
And then come to Shaw's.
If any of the fuckers come after you, just threaten to play the flute. Or, just play it if they stop ya.

>>17410031
Okay, going with this. You begin a frantic scramble for Ma's Boarding House a few blocks away. There are very few people in the streets, and Duke jogs along with you looking back every now and then. You see what look like a few foreign tourists standing on a cliff side viewing the meteor with delight. You reach Ma's Boarding House sweaty and out of breath. Ma jumps up as you approach and march on by. She calls after you "Pete, I washed and mended your clothes for you dear. How was church?"

>>17410054
"It was lovely jubbly, Ma. Nice town you got here!"

>>17410054

"Oh it was great Ma, I met a few friends, had to leave early! Thanks for mending my clothes!"

Continue to grab your stuff, moving with urgency.

>>17410054
Very calmly say that it wasn't quite what you expected and there were some unexpected guests, say that you are just here to pick up your guitar and walking stick. If Jasper comes and asks about where we are tell him we're going to the docks.

>>17410073
>>17410062
You guys are great. Okay, you are packed with in just a few minutes and redressed in your old clothes? Or do you keep on your church clothes?

>>17410077

Old clothes, less chance of being recognized from a distance.
Also, kiss Ma on the cheek and tell her we are going out of town, I came what I needed for. Old lady doesn't need to know.

After that, head off to Shaw's

>>17410077
We should change. Everyone in the church saw us in these clothes. We change, tell ma we're headed to the docks and book it for French Hill!

>>17410077

Throw a shirt on over your church shirt, and your hat

Just get a little quick disguise going before running to the Shaws

>>17410086
>>17410092
Changed into your old clothes, you kiss Ma on the cheek and hug her warmly. "I'll be leaving you now, Ma but thanks for everything. I'm off to the docks I think, to catch a ship back to California. Best of luck."

"Oh my, well it's a shame to see you go Pete. May the wind ever be at your back!" says Ma somewhat startled.

You take off through the streets at a frantic pace, and that's when you start hearing the dogs and cats. The barking and barking, the screeching. it seemed as if every animal in Arkham was going mad but Duke. You continue on, noticing more and more people out on lawns remarking on the strange apparition in the sky. You have just passed the border into French Hill, marked by Elm trees, when you hear a siren cut through the sound of cats and dogs. "Hey there, fella!" you hear the familiar voice of Deputy McClaine. "Just where in the hell do you think you're going?"

What do you do?

>>17410131

Quickly turn around and walk backwards, smiling and being friendly.
"Nothin sir, I was invited to have brunch with a friend I met yesterday. Got changed quickly and don't want to miss it."

But make sure we keep moving. Watch the body language of the cop.

>>17410131
Shit! It's that damn deputy, what do we do?

rolled 5 = 5

>>17410160

Isn't it obvious, roll a 20 sided dice and see if we can max BLUFF our way out of there. Bard style.

>>17410173
OH FUCK

Also, this
>>17410157

>>17410173
>rolls a 5
>not rolling percentile dice in COC based games
Go sit in the corner alone and think about what you have done.

rolled 6 = 6

>>17410173

>>17410131
Just seeing some friends who I reuinited with yesterday and I lost track of time so I don't make them wait. Nice seeing you again Sir.

>>17410185
>>17410173

>>17410183

>>17410157
We've gone this far without dice, and I'm not going to incorporate them now. Also, a 5 and 6? Not good better quit while you are ahead.

You quickly turn around and walk backwards, smiling and being friendly.

"Nothin sir, I was invited to have brunch with a friend I met yesterday. Got changed quickly and don't want to miss it."

You keep moving, and the Deputy seems mollified by this response. "Would have expected you at work about now, Drifter. Didn't we already have this discussion once?"

>>17410205
Shit, shit. The pigs are on to us, if we end up in jail in a town run by the cult, we are soooo royally fucked. We cannot be arrested guys. I estimate five minutes before he gets a radio call for our arrest.

rolled 97 = 97

>>17410205

"Actually, i've been extremely lucky sir, my friends gave me a job offer which is better than what the docks would have paid. Surprised me as well. I'm going to talk with him after brunch. He's a friend of a friend. What can I help you with officer?"

>>17410205
What do you tell the Deputy, guys?

>>17410238
Tell him we just got back from church. Keep the Dagoth Sabbath holy and such.

>>17410234
>97

>>17410254
That...that's good, right? Good, ia?

>>17410234
>97
Just then, over the radio comes an announcement. "Calling all cars, calling all cars. Be advised, Pete the Drifter has just killed a faithful member of the Dagon church. Aprrehend suspect immediately in connection with this killing. Suspect is between 40-50 years of age with greying short hair and beard. Suspect last seen in company of mutt hound and carrying a distinctive flute which is property of the Order. Be advised suspect is considered armed and mentally deranged."

Deputy McClain leaps out of his vehicle with the cudgel. "Put down that cane and get on the ground, now!"

What do you do?

>>17410279

"GET EM DUKE"

ASSAULT THE OFFICER

ASSAULT THE OFFICER NOW

>>17410279
Book it like a motherfucker. If we sprint as fast as we can we should be able to make it to safety in the Shaw residence. If there are any loose big chunks of rock or something like that we can throw one at his head.

Attack with the 'irish walking stick' and batter his head in!

rolled 2 = 2

>>17410279

Book it.

Or, if you think we can take him.
Kick the damn cop's ass.

I just got caught up on things

Great quest, OP. One of the best I've seen in months.

Duke springs into action as the Deputy approaches you with the raised cudgel. You have seen Duke fight rail busters, hobos and dogs. You have seen him turn wolves and bears from the fight and he attacks Deputy McClain with equal savageness. He grabs the Deputies arm in his jaws and shakes powerfully. The officer shrieks and screams in pain. You notice he drops the keys to his Deputy's Wagon, parked just feet away.

What do you do?

>>17410328
Club him while he's distracted. Right in the fucking head.

Take the keys, drive to Shaw's place.

>>17410328

Grab 'em!

DRIVE YA MOOK

>>17410328

The car will just make us easier to find when we go to Shaw's.
Knock out the policeman, DO NOT KILL HIM. As far as we know, hes just doing his job. After you've knocked him out, steal any guns we can find along with his cudgel before getting out of there.

>>17410341
You club the Deputy with your stout blackthorn club and hear a meaty thud as the deputy goes silent and stops moving. Duke lets go immediately and barks. You see several people nearby, watching in horror as you dive into the vehicle and turn the key. That much you know from the few movies you have seen. You crank a few levers and hit the various peddles a few times and the old crate starts moving at a rapid pace down the lane!

Duke runs and jumps in just as you turn the corner and you see, sitting on the passengers seat a very serviceable five shot police revolving chamber pistol! You arrive at the front gate of the Shaw residence in mere minutes, and the man you saw earlier is sitting on the lawn in a low chair under an awning . There is a young, beautiful woman sitting with him in a summer dress.

As they see the police vehicle stop they stand and the man begins to approach as do the five large mastifs.

What do you do now?

>>17410385

Explain to them what happened.

Egh, requesting sanctuary against the Order is one thing, but against the cops too? Dunno if I wanna put that on them.

Not sure if we even have time to explain what happened before the entire rest of the town descends on us.

>>17410404
Why don't you try explaining to me what happened so I can interpret how they will react.

>>17410385

Step out of the car. Pull whatever favors owed and ask for helps from the Shaws, possibly to hide, and park the car in a place it can be easily hidden.

>>17410385
Give a short explanation of todays events, ask for Sanctuary, remark on the FUCKING FLAMING BALL OF DEATH IN THE SKY which according to a drunk is bringing an evil entity and as a side note ask who Sanford is.

>>17410417
"Went to the local mass to see what all the fuss was about. Somethin' unnatural tried to get inside my head and on instinct I just started playing music. Apparently this killed it. Now the whole goddamned Order wants my blood and they've got at least one officer in their pocket."

>>17410417

Get out of the car and purposefully stand in front of it.
"I was invited to come to the Church of Dagon this morning, being the nice fellow I was I went along. Then this weird fuckin monster fish like thing started coming at me through the crowd. I used this damn flute that I got from (Insert how we got it here) and the thing died just from hearing it."

"I got out of there as soon as possible and try to make it here, seeing as you folks seem to be the only sane people at the moment, please, you've got to help me. The cops are being controlled by these Dagon folk."

>>17410417

"They're doin' unholy things down at that church, and you're the only people I can come to. Summoned... Some goddamned... Monster, it's... Gone now, but I need some place to hide from those cultists or who knows what they'll do to me."

>>17410426
Okay, let me run with this so far.

Mary-belle and Roger approach you uncertainly. Roger gestures towards you and says "My god, Peter have you stolen a police lorry? Mary-belle this is Peter, whom brought word of your brother's demise."

Before she can introduce herself you intterupt. "Excuse me miss, I know this looks mighty odd right now, but so is this whole town and the people in it."

You tell them quickly how you were brought unwittingly into an inhuman ceremony at the Chapel. You comment on the comet which they were watching and tell them that it is your belief that the E.:O.:D.: is using is as a marker for some heinous ritual. You tell them that you killed some sort of monster in the church with holy music from a flute, which you show to them now. And you tell them the law is after you and that they think you killed a person.

"But it weren't no person, miss Mary-belle. It weren't no kind o' person at all. Can you tell me who Remy Sanford is, miss?

>>17410461

Go on....

And you continue on quickly, telling them;

"I was invited to come to the Church of Dagon this morning, being the nice fellow I was I went along. Then this weird fuckin monster fish like thing started coming at me through the crowd. I used this damn flute that I got from Ma and the thing died just from hearing it."

"I got out of there as soon as possible and try to make it here, seeing as you folks seem to be the only sane people at the moment, please, you've got to help me. The cops are being controlled by these Dagon folk."

"They're doin' unholy things down at that church, and you're the only people I can come to. Summoned... Some goddamned... Monster, it's... Gone now, but I need some place to hide from those cultists or who knows what they'll do to me."

At that, Mary-belle and Roger share a quick look. "Oh my word, it's true what Abner was trying to tell me last night. He came by, shortly after you left and tried to warn us to leave the town!" says Mary-belle, throwing open the gates. Quickly, drive that thing inside and we must pack!"

Roger grabs your shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "We've been onto the E.:O.:D.: for years now, Peter. They drove away the true Man of this house and they tried to drive my poor Mary away as well. We've been in contact with the FBI, I'll have you know. My father is a Senator in Washington and he has spoken to Hoover personally on this matter. We must make haste to Salem!"

>>17410494
HELL YES

>>17410494

Park the car, go help them get ready. Make sure to slip the pistol in your pocket.

Roger and Mary-belle run towards the house while you drive the Deputy's Wagon inside the gates. The mastifs and Duke stay near the front of the property feeling each other out. Almost immediately, Roger comes running out with a large breastplate wrapped in cloth and hands it to you. "Stow this in the trunk, Peter. It may just have what we need!"

He rushes frantically back into the house and you overhear the police radio again "Deputy McClaine is non-responsive to communications. All units, head immediately to French Hill and Uptown to do a canvas sweep of the area."

>>17410524

Definitely make sure the car is parked away and hidden, put the plate in the trunk of THEIR car.
Why they have plate mail? I don't know, I wont question things at this point.
Just keep on helping them.

OOC: Is this saved to suptg? I want to read it again later.

>>17410524
Tempted to get on the radio.

" Uh, we had a slight radio malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you."

>>17410524
As Mary-belle and Roger rush out with large trunks a sonic boom splits the atmosphere above Arkham, MASS. You are all thrown flat as a force of energy strikes you and tosses you against the earth. You look up and Mary-belle is staring into your eyes, afraid and about to cry. You can see blood seeping from her ears and nose. You stumble dazedly to your feet and look behind at something truly astounding.

The metor has split as it entered the relatively dense atmosphere of the earth. The entire sky is lit with a corana of blue flames and you can not hear a single thing. A sudden flash nearly blinds you and then you see something fragile, ovoid, almost like an egg come smashing into the earth a few miles out of town. You feel the rumble in your bones and meat as the ground vibrates briefly and you see stones and chunks of earth the size of people flung high, high into the sky.

You feel a clawing at your back and you turn to see Mary-belle screaming into your face. She is gesturing frantically to the back of the house, where Roger stands waving madly.

What do you do?

>>17410555

Just archived it.

>>17410558
Sweep her up and haul ass to the back where Roger is.

>>17410558

Get in the damn house obviously, how is this a question.

>>17410558

Run to Roger, see what he's waving about

Get ready to make a mad dash to the car with everyone and drive like mad

>>17410567
>>17410568
You sweep Mary-belle into your arms. She weighs almost nothing, she is so fragile seeming against your rough hands. Duke is cowering under the Deputy's Wagon and looks to be in extreme pain. Blood is pouring from the sides of his head. You notice the windows of the Wagon are shattered. Duke looks up and sees you, He gives a wag of his tail and limps towards you at a galloping, lops-sided gate. As you begin to move, you also experience an intense vertigo and the ground seems to wave and heave beneath your feet, likely a result of the damage to your inner ear.

You jog around the side of the house and Roger is gesturing down at attic stairs. You begin to descend, looking back for Duke just as the first car sized piece of bedrock comes hurtling out of the sky and landing just yards away. You turn and quickly descend into the dark.

>>17410576

Seconding this.

>>17410558

Time to go zelda on that meteor's ass. Play the flute. Like a boss. Also, save the dame.

>>17410588

Continue......

>>17410592
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmjNaZoHT3A

LIKE A BAWS

Now you can hear again, but it is only an intense and horrible ringing noise, as if all of the world was hollering into your ear. You see a spark of light, and then another and then a flame. Roger has lit an oil lamp and gestures to you to lay Mary-belle out on a couch. You notice nearby several crates of Whiskey, the same type served at the Rope and Anchor, actually.

What do you do?

>>17410601

Set Mary-belle on the couch, have some whiskey and get a bearing on things

just wanted to say, I'm only half way through and this is pretty epic. The dream-sequences really were amazing. I hope I get to the end so I can get in a few actions.

Write slower, op!

>>17410614
You set Mary-belle on the couch but she seems reluctant to let you go. You sit beside her and realize she is frantic, sobbing uncontrollably. Roger presses a glass into your hand, and tips one to Mary-belle. You can sense he is trying to say something, but all you can hear is that horrible ringing.

You turn up the glass and begin to drink gladly. The front of your beard is wet, maybe from Mary-belles's tears. You wipe your hand over it and it comes back bloody. Further inspection reveals you are also bleeding from your ears and nose, though it seems to have stopped.

Your head hurts like hell. You know the police were on their way to aid Deputy McClain, you know they will hang you for murder if the cult doesn't get your first. The sky just exploded and it's raining rocks.

What do you do?

>>17410645

Run back out to fetch Duke, of course, think if the damages are greater than simply bleeding ears!

Come on guys, the shit has hit the fan and I need you to think clearly and respond. Don't be afraid, mwuahahahahahahaa!

>>17410645

Quickly look around for Duke in the basement and wipe the blood off your face. Look for a pen and paper or something to attempt to communicate with Roger that doesn't involve your ears. Attempt to comfort Mary-belle.

>>17410668
Duke followed you down into the basement.

>>17410601

"Roger, I t'aint the slightest of a fuck what is happening, but you mentun'd that there t'was somethin' on that there plate which might just pull our collective asses outta da fire. Care to elaborate?
Also, any chance you have one of them new fangled hand-held sound amplifiers? Probably do as much good as a 'sceeter screaming at a twister, but it seemed to work real well against Mr. Fish at the church."

Translation:

Ask what was on the damn plate we were carrying.
Ask if there is any way we can broadcast our flute music amplified.

>>17410684

He is writing down that in an accent? Now, that is some badass stuff.

>>17410684
Excellent. After a few minutes you manage to be able to communicate by shouting with Roger. Mary-belle is still pretty much catatonic at this point. You tell him, haltingly ""Roger, I t'aint the slightest of a fuck what is happening, but you mentun'd that there t'was somethin' on that there plate which might just pull our collective asses outta da fire. Care to elaborate?
Also, any chance you have one of them new fangled hand-held sound amplifiers? Probably do as much good as a 'sceeter screaming at a twister, but it seemed to work real well against Mr. Fish at the church."

Roger listens and seems to comprehend. He nods his head frantically and rushes outside. He returns seconds later carrying an antique copper breastplate. It is styled with roses and it has this symbol across the front of it.

He shouts into your ear "We can broadcast at the police station! We just have to break into jail!"

>>17410691

While that would be bad-ass, this is probably faster.

Find paper/scrap/wall and something to write with. Point to Roger and write "What was important about the plate".

>>17410702
Are you guys going to go immediately to the police station? You are wanted, but you know all deputies are out looking for you in French Hill and Uptown. Also, a meteor just exploded all over the place so there will be lots of people on the streets.

You also notice a rack of bicycles nearby.

>>17410702

Drive back to the Deputy's body, steal his uniform and drive with Roger to the police station with him "in chains" as to slip through somewhat unnoticed and then hijack the broadcasting system.

>>17410712
He scrawls out quickly;

"Antique Babylonian Artifact"

"Believed to be part of a dining set until recently cataloged at the University."

"Babylon wasn't known to have metal working of this type."

"Inscription in Sumerian reads "Hated by Gods"

"There was a break-in at the Lab last night and they tried to get this."

"E.:O.:D.: Tried to steal it!"

>>17410728
Ladies and Gentlemen, we have our percussion.

>>17410702
Use the police vehicle you comandeered to bring you to the jail. Roger drives. If they see you driving, they'll want you dead, but then compared to the crashing rocks and meteorite hitting, you're not that big a deal.

>>17410736
>>17410719
Okay, you work out the plan of driving yourself into jail. Mary-belle began to come around when the breast plate showed up and is now taking an active roll in things. As you head outside the landscape appears changed. From the luxury high atop French Hill you can see the damage which has been wrought on Arkham. Rocks and debris dot the landscape and some houses have been taken out altogether. Trees lie knocked down in a horrible pattern out not far from where you were camping last night. Perhaps this is what Remy Sanford was doing in the woods last night. Roger shouts "We had better take the bicycles, Peter!"

So is the plan to drive the wagon into town or take the bikes?

>>17410702

Any chance 'Ol Pete recognizes that symbol? Because I sure as hell don't. Keep it with us I guess. With any luck it will slow down the end times a bit.

As for the police station:

Wince "Roger, I kno' beggas can't be choosas, but NOT goin' to jail was the main reason I came this way. Now, I t'aint one to run from a fight, but there better not be another option we're missin'. On the upside, the flat-foots should be plenty occupied dealin' with the sky fallin' on their heads to notice me. If we're a-doin' this, I will be needin' a better disguise and a clean shave, time permitten' of course"

>>17410749

Also, might want to try playing a quick tune over the police radio and see what happens. Best case is all the corrupted ones drop dead.

"One more thing Roger, I might try playin' a quick tune before we reach tha' sta'shun. Might buy us a bit more time before we go chargin' in like a set of fools"

>>17410749
Roger shouts "Good idea! Come on!"

He takes you inside and quickly outfits you with a gentleman's wardrobe and cap. Mary-belle attacks your head with some sweet smelling waxy looking stuff and a comb. Fine dancing shoes and a dapper coat with it and you appear almost an entirely different person. Roger takes the shillelagh and hands you a thick oak walking cane with a Bear-head handle.

As you are preparing, Roger shares his concerns.

"Peter, I don't think just the auditory intonations will be enough to drive out what plagues our town. I fear that Sanford has opened a portal of communication and called something unto us all. I fear we must confront it with both the sound and the breastplate! Peter, you and Mary-belle must play the sound while I confront the creature. Or vice versa!"

>>17410734

Awww yeah, free form jazz jam session at the slammer, Mary-belle starin' holes in the walls while she thumps her flaccid hand on the Ancient Babylonian hate plate, agent Roger McArtifact Dealer on the Dagon death blow dealin' dealie hootin' and tootin' up a storm NO Lovecraftian Horror can resist, and of course our star Ashcan Pete on the guitar, strummin' and singin' his heart out to this Ancient slayin' beat, while his faithful pooch Duke the Deputy Dinger and Ringer howls along...

TONIGHT at the Arkham jail, broadcastin' the smooooothest (and just plain deadliest) waves in town

>>17410775
Mary-belle chimes in, the first words she has spoken "We all saw it, plain as day. That.... that vile egg came down. We all saw it and it's out there right now, hatching. That's where we need to go, after we broadcast the sound over the police emergency announcement system.

>>17410775

"I figured as much. It neva' is simple. Well, we'll 'ave to just play it by ear when we get there, I reckon. No sense worryin' 'bout the specifics now"

>>17410769
You pick up the radio transmitter and hand it to Mary-belle. As she clicks it on, you begin to play.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=IVthYnOiipE

As you finish, you are unsure if it had any affect but all three of you appear much more calm and reserved. Your spirits are certainly lifted.

Okay, gents what is the plan of attack?

>>17410796

Carry on with the plan.

>>17410802
We don't know enough to plan everything out but i think the generalized plan is to amplify the flute by playing it on the jail radio and so on while Roger does the crazy thing and confronts it with the breastplate. It's a crazy plan but it might just work.

Well this was very fun but I really have to go to bed.

Is this a one shot or are you going to do more?

If it is a one shot, I can see you just starting over with a new investigator or doing an expansion and it going swimmingly.

>>17410802

Arm ourselves to the teeth. I am guessing if they are supplying the whiskey, there are guns to protect their assets. Try and keep it concealed, if possible. Throw it in a bag or satchel we can carry on the bikes. First we need to head to the police station and try to get on the emergency station. Hopefully they are running around with like a chicken with their heads cut off right now. Have Roger take us through the backstreets as much as possible. If the station is swarmed with cops, we will adjust our plan accordingly once we get there. Take a couple bottles of whiskey and turn them into impromptu incendiary devices. I know that one house that tried to eat us could use a good burning and it will pull the remaining cops from the station. If we need to really get their attention, the Church will do nicely as a Roman candle impersonation. Tackle the egg after we have finished our attempt at being a jukebox hero.

>>17410831

Alternately, if the whiskey is too watered down to work, siphon gas out of the cars and put that in said whiskey bottles. If there are no empty whiskey bottles, I am sure we can make some. Quickly.

>>17410808
Okay, you load into the car and Roger begins driving down French Hill at a slow clip to avoid the debris now littering the area. Neighbors and towns folk seem to be standing around listlessly, confused and shocked. You pass by a tent where people are bringing the wounded. You pass by a Deputy patrol car but it's empty, the Deputy likely inside the house which is shattered with holes. You begin to pass by the area where the Dagon chapel is located and you notice a large, large crowd of people in front of the chapel. Roger pulls up, which makes you nervous but he quickly assures you that no one would possibly recognize you now.

Remy Sanford is shouting to the crowd

"...on of our very own sons! Taken! Taken by outsiders! Taken by those vile and evil outsiders who we invite into our place of worship! Now, sadly, the boys father could not be here today but his poor mother is. Come up here, Sandra."

A blonde woman is led onto the chapel steps, crying softly.

"One of our very own, taken by sorcery most foul! Bobby Sanford has been taken by the Drifter known to dubious company as "Ashcan" Pete, a man I myself gave a blanket to only last night." Sanford lets the sentence trail off for affect. "He is a vile, dangerous heathen and he must answer for his crimes! He has attacked us, us the righteous and faithful and he will answer for his crimes. Go out on this jubilant day and bring this Drifter here to me, and to the mother of poor lost Bobby Sanford. Dagon commands it!"

>>17410825
I had that idea. I have to break it up better, because this has been an exhaustive effort. But I will persevere for this first effort.

>>17410843

Don't kill yourself OP. It is very, very late and I need to sleep anyway. We can always pick up tomorrow when more people are awake. Just name a time and add this to the archives at suptg so people can get caught up. We might get lucky and be able to use this same thread.

>>17410839
As the crowd leaps into activity, Roger pulls nonchalantly buy and pulls up into the deserted police parking lot. You can see city hall in the next lot over. "Let's go, he said. Why they haven't activated the damn thing already I have no idea."

Do you go inside the police station?

>>17410839

Keep driving, man, they are going to be out for your blood now!

>>17410843


I had fun rolling that 97 OP.
Im going to go to waffle house.
Go to sleep man, I will try to catch you on the next thread

>>17410853
Yeah, this is a good idea. I don't want to cut it short or anything through weariness. Okay, I'm calling it for tonight, thanks for participating!

Tomorrow, say 9:00 in the evening Chan time? I doubt the thread will still be here but I'll try to bump it from work if I can. Hell I might play from work if I can. Otherwise, I will reference the suptg archive post. I think it's already archived somewhere in the thread.

Here is the Archive link everyone! Thanks again for participating, see you tomorrow. I will probably do a few more of the Arkham Horror Investigators over the year. I am taking requests dump them in here for now!

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17405102/

Just read this whole thing and can't wait for it to continue. Therefore: bump

>>17410866
Is it 9.00 yet?

>>17410866
Sleepy head!

>>17411844
>>17412492
Think he meant 9:00 pm

>>17412931
Let's keep this alive for him then!

>>17412931
Sounds reasonable.

Final bump before this dutchfag goes to bed...
Hope to be amazed in the morning!

>>17414737

Its past the bump limit, bro.

Op here, hey guys this thread is dying out due to bump limit reached.

I will recreate the thread, but might be a tad late due to drinking and so forth.

Either way, the story WILL be finished.