7. Leaving Blackwater

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Apr 20, 2024 2:57 am
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Well played all. What happens to Jimmy?

I was thinking about how Manny had set up secret accounts and had loads of money and if he disappeared he would have had a trust set up for the polish waitress who would somehow get money in her bank account every month so that she could leave the restaurant and be taken care of.

It was fun playing the premades. I really enjoyed being Manny for a bit until he heard the Call of Cthulu!

Thanks for a great game Ed. Kold and Anti fun as always and nice meeting you Cinder!

I hope we all get to play again sometime soon!

Apr 20, 2024 5:17 am
"Sorry, Lenny," Jimmy says, "but I could tell it would have been either you or me. Unfortunately for you, I choose me." He walks up and casually takes the gun from Lenny's hand, shoving it into his pocket. He holds his own revolver up to the bleeding and dying man, aims for his head, and pulls the trigger.

He locates the keys and hops back in the car, driving around the bodies and looking for the bridge where they stashed the goods. He remembers it well enough, and it isn't far from here. He fills the trunk with the money, but leaves the tommy guns behind before hopping back into the driver's seat and taking off into the night.

He drives for hours - no map or natural sense of direction telling him where to go. He turns the wheel whenever it feels right to do so and after long last he starts to approach signs of civilization - a bridge, leading into a town. The realization dawns on him that he recognizes this place - though the bodies of Mickey, Lenny, and the remains of that creature were gone, he is right back where he started. "What the fuck?" he whispers to himself.

He three-point turns to go back the other direction. An hour later, he finds himself back at the bridge yet again. This time, Manny stands there, his many mouths gaping and drooling. "She won't let you leave!" Manny shouts, "You belong to her now!"

Jimmy takes a wide turn onto the shoulder and races away, finding himself right back at the bridge again four hours later. He bangs his head into the steering wheel. His hand is burning - looking at it, he sees pustules forming, the skin peeling back and revealing a black, ichor-like tissue beneath. His fingertips bend in strange, inhuman ways. It doesn't hurt, but he knows it should.

He knows now that Manny was right. He pulls Lenny's gun from the center console, looks to the budding glimpse of sunrise out past the town, and places the barrel against his head. "I won't let her have me," he whispers, and pulls the trigger.

The world goes black, the ringing in his ear fades quick, and the last thing that goes through his mind is the soft singing of his mother's voice.
OOC:
Lenny still got the final shot! That was truly a fun experience - I really enjoyed all our characters. Aside from Edmund, I believe this was my first time playing with most of you! It was a great pleasure and I appreciate you having me aboard. Thank you all for the great game and the awesome life you brought to your PCs. I hope to see you all around the forums in other games!
Last edited April 20, 2024 5:18 am
Apr 21, 2024 2:56 am
[ +- ] Mood Music
Washington Irving Boyle sat at his small guard station as the oddly mild weather of fall produced widespread fog across the Boston area. Irv had spent many a nightshift now feeling like his small guard shack of the Quabbin reservoir was enveloped by the grey soup. He found it vaguely unnerving, like he was alone out at sea.

Irv sat with his feet up on his desk reading the latest serial from Howard Lovecraft. The man shivered, reading about cosmic horrors just beyond the mortal veil. Just as he was reading about a dark shadow chasing a man through the ruins of an ancient city, Irv heard the sound of a girl humming outside his station. Sitting up abruptly, Irv put the serial on his desk and cocked his ear, listening. Yes, that was definitely the sound of a girl.

Irv had stopped many children from skinny dipping in the reservoir at night and so stood and walked out into the mist to confront the trespassers. A little girl materialized out of the fog, skipping up the path. Irv called out to her Ho there, little lady. Where’re you going? The little girl was humming a church hymn, Irv recognized the tune. At his words the girl stopped skipping and walked over to him calmly, she held something to her chest as she walked.

Irv shined his flashlight up and down the path looking for any companions the girl might have. Er… are you alone little lady? What’re you doing out here alone? The little girl approached, the fog clearing to reveal her ruddy complexion and frazzled hair. She looked like she had been living on the streets for a while. She held a jar of murky liquid to her chest.

Not answering Irv’s question, the little girl asked one of her own. Want to see my magic trick? She held the jar up to Irv with a grin. Irv looked confused, shining the flashlight again to see if anyone was around playing a prank on him. Failing to find anyone else, he turned back to the girl. I s’pose… then you’ll be telling me where yer folks’re. Irv leaned over to look at the jar.

A white mass erupted from the murky water, embedding itself into Irv’s eye as the man began to convulse. Blood flowed from the burning gash left in the wake of the creatures passing, dripping down Irv’s cheek and mingling with the murky water. The mass abruptly popped out of Irv’s other eye and plopped back into the jar as the man convulsed to his knees and then fell to the ground going still. See? Magic.

The little girl resumed humming the hymn and skipping up the path to the Quabbin reservoir, the body of water that provided all the drinking water for the entire Boston area. The girl broke out in the lyrics of the hymn, her words floating back over the still corpse of Washington Irving… Then sings my soul, my Holy God to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art
Apr 21, 2024 8:29 am
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Brilliant!

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