As Mickey continues on to the road that leads to the bridge his face creases in worry as an obstruction blocks the path. Jesus…
7. Leaving Blackwater
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As Mickey continues on to the road that leads to the bridge his face creases in worry as an obstruction blocks the path. Jesus…
Rolls
Mickey Valentine: POW (40) - (d100)
(80) = 80
Rolls
Jimmy McBride (CoC7e): POW (75) - (d100)
(77) = 77
Rolls
Lenny Valentine: POW (40) - (d100)
(66) = 66
Jimmy sees a woman stand up from a mound on the road, she turns to look at him with cold eyes. Jimmy sees his mother, her clothes ragged, cuts lining her body. She bears a black eye. Jimmy, you piece of shit. I knew you would leave me. Leave me to DIE! You were always just a cheap imitation of your brother! You never cared about me, you always just did whatever the hell you wanted... and we all had to pay the price. You left me... when your father would beat me. You walked away when I was WOUNDED. And look now... you'd do it again!
Lenny sees a shapeless white mass in the road. It is around five foot in diameter. As Mickey gets out and walks up to it, it rolls end over end lancing out with a pseudopod and begins to envelope the man.
Rolls
Secret Roll
Rolls
Reality - SAN (66) - (d100)
(65) = 65
Lenny gets out of the car and runs to his brother's aid.
Jimmy: 60+50
Creature: 60
Lenny: 45
Rolls
Jimmy McBride (CoC7e): .38 Revolver - Firearms (Handgun)(50) - Roll - (d100, 1d10)
d100 : (18) = 18
1d10 : (8) = 8
The creature lances out with a pseudopod at Lenny. Its pod goes wide and it screeches in fury.
Rolls
Dodge(30) - (d100)
(4) = 4
Grab(60) - (d100)
(71) = 71
Rolls
Lenny Valentine: .38 Revolver - Firearms (Handgun)(50) - Roll - (d100)
(43) = 43
Lenny Valentine: .38 Revolver - Firearms (Handgun)(50) - Dmg - (d10)
(3) = 3
Lenny Valentine: .38 Revolver - Firearms (Handgun)(50) - Roll - (2d100H1)
(247) = 47
Lenny Valentine: .38 Revolver - Firearms (Handgun)(50) - Dmg - (d10)
(2) = 2
Rolls
Jimmy McBride (CoC7e): .38 Revolver - Firearms (Handgun)(50) - Roll - (d100, 1d10)
d100 : (33) = 33
1d10 : (5) = 5
The bullet lands and the shape punctures and seems to deflate, goo and various organic materials spill out onto the road. Lenny and Jimmy can see bone and bits of flesh spread out in a widening pool from the monster.
Rolls
Dodge(30) - (d100)
(44) = 44
Jimmy's thumb stays on the hammer of his revolver. Grief can drive people to terrible things, and he never really trusted Lenny in the first place. His mind drifts to the cache of money hidden just outside of town and wonders if Lenny's mind turns to the same thing...and whether the other man would prefer not to split it. He rolls his tongue in his mouth in thought and watching Lenny very, very closely. Hell, maybe Jimmy wouldn't mind keeping all that cash for himself - he could disappear with that kind of dough, for a good long while at least. Away from the insanity, and away from his brother.
Love it, gentlemen. A very mafioso ending.
Rolls
Jimmy McBride (CoC7e): .38 Revolver - Firearms (Handgun)(50) - Roll - (d100, 1d10)
d100 : (3) = 3
1d10 : (8) = 8
Jimmy McBride (CoC7e): .38 Revolver - Firearms (Handgun)(50) - Roll - (d100, d100, 1d10)
d100 : (16) = 16
d100 : (13) = 13
1d10 : (9) = 9
Jimmy McBride (CoC7e): .38 Revolver - Firearms (Handgun)(50) - Roll - (d100, d100, 1d10)
d100 : (74) = 74
d100 : (78) = 78
1d10 : (8) = 8
He almost went out in that peace, but it seemed the devil thought that was too good for him and so as he passed his last thought was one of pure anguish as he realized Mickey hadn't been to church since Easter, he only came to Easter services when he arrived in the holy land he would still be without his brother.
This was awesome, Thanks All, I can now say because of @Edmund_Balworth and of course each and every player that I've had a good experience with Cuthulu, and though there were points I was questioning what I was supposed to be doing and what exactly was going on I trusted Your lead in the story that everything would come together.
Every bit of this was amazing from playing brothers with @Antiproduct, who played Mickey in such a way that I could at many times not only compare him to my own brother but feel as though I understood what he was going to do, to @SJoyner72 often taking the lead as Manny and throwing us into things in a way I never would have come up with myself.
And finally I mean the ending here with @C1NDER, I never would've expected that secret bit of message but now that I think about it it fits perfectly, there was always a tension between Lenny and Jimmy, that was felt at almost every turn,
and for both of them to make it out when you look at the rest of the story seems well Impossible
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!
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.
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