The sudden, final gunshot seems all the louder. It rings like a death knell from a church tower, clear and brought in the still air. Lit only by the flickering electricity surrounding the demonic gateway, Eli searches the desk, and finds a journal that is almost entirely empty except for a couple entries.
August 5, 2015
The inopposite gate lead us to a recursion based on the wild west. We're trapped in some sort of historical reenactment of the battle for the Alamo. The gate opened right in the cellar of the Alamo itself. Luckily, the soldiers were mostly off tearing Mexico a new one. More lucky that the Texans werent being outclassed by the Mexican hoard right when we came through. We killed most of the soldiers, but one was awakened and gave a bit of a stink. Could of jumped him in, but once we got the blood going there was no stopping us, haha. The rest seemed trapped in some kind of hallucination. That dream almost grabbed some of us, too, but a little wolf bite and they were back in their heads.
August 9, 2015
I'm not sure what were doing here. Big John thinks we can make ourselves kings here. There's just enough Strange here to let the Curse work, at least for a little while. But if this gate closes we're not coming here as ourselves, that's for sure. So what's the plan? I say we grab what we can and get out, maybe tear up that dirty little town nearby in a night of teeth and claws and screams. Still, Big John makes the rules, and I guess we just gotta go with it. At least we're not being harassed by bloodsuckers like back in The Gloaming.