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<blockquote data-quote="The_Black_Cat" data-source="post: 5680704" data-attributes="member: 6668100"><p><strong><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">GM Notes:</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The first session went really, really well. The players didn't even know it was going to be horror before they arrived, we had a small group (three players plus me, the GM), I had done a lot of prep work, and it went fantastically. I managed to scare one player quite a bit and ended the session spectacularly. One of the session I'm most proud of. </span></span></p><p><strong><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Episode One: Never Suicide</span></span></strong></p><p><strong>Part I: The Scene of the Crime</strong></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Moriarty was walking into the apartment complex when he heard it. The sound of a car veering into the parking lot (no doubt breaking the speed limit by a fair bit) accompanied by... some sort of music. It was some kind of rock, but the words all sounded like gibberish.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''Je le sais ben que t'as eu de la misère!''</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Spinning around he saw that the vehicle in question was a police car. Two officers sat inside, both tall, powerfully built men in their late twenties.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''T'as tout fait ce qu'y était possible de faire!''</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The car screeched to a halt, crookedly parked in a handicapped parking space, the only one left available.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''Tu t'proteges, t'as les yeux comme des pierres!''</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The music stopped. The police officers stepped out of the car, speaking to each other in some language he didn't understand. Noticing him, the second one - the one that wasn't driving - waved. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''Hello!'' He exclaimed cheerfully, the way someone would greet a friend. He had an accent, that sounded Canadian, but just a little... off. And then it hit him. They were French Canadians. He was going to be working with two colossal idiots, and they couldn't even properly communicate with him. It was days like these that made him which he'd ditched the Sherlock Holmes routine and become a fisherman. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''Excuse me sir'' said Moriarty ''You're aware that you were just speeding, parked in a handicapped parking space, didn't park properly and have a broken tail-light and only have half a lisence plate?''</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The men stared at him blankly.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''We are police, no?'' replied the same man who had greeted him. ''We don't follow the law. We <em>are</em> the law!''</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">It was Moriarty's turn to stare blankly.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''F-follow me.'' He said dejectedly ''The corpse is up on the sixth floor''.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">____________________________________________________________</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The deceased was Dennis Baldwin, a young college student who had drowned in his bathroom. The official story was suicide, but the local cops weren't so sure. The man was found on the floor of his bathroom, the apartment door and windows locked from the inside. However, the bathroom contained signs of a struggle. Shampoo bottles, cleaning products, rolls of toilet paper and other bathroom products had been flung about and there was water everywhere. The walls, floors and ceiling were soaked. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Searching the apartment revealed all sorts of interesting things. The defunct had a secret library full of books on the occult, especially water-related entities. Furthermore, his brother had drowned a year earlier, having fallen out of a yacht.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">In the office, a calendar had a multitude of dates and locations circled, and a good deal of hacking brought up a slew of MSN conversations with two of his friends, Alan Lars and Humphrey Trent, all written in a strange code that could only be cracked using a bible as reference. They didn't understand all of it, but from what they could tell, two things that came up pretty often were the meetings on the calendar and guilt about what had hapenned on the yacht where Dennis died. Apparently these three had been there too.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">____________________________________________________________</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Later.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''I'm telling you, he killed his brother!'' Exclaimed Michel.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''We have no evidence to support that whatsoever. Guilt is a common reaction to the death of a loved one.''</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''What about his friends, then? Whey are they so freaked out about it. They barely even knew the guy''</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Moriarty ignored the statement.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''We'll figure that out later, for now, I think we should call Trent and Lars in for a little chat. See what they spend their saturdays doing. For all we know they're part of some kind of cult.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''Alright'' said Guy. ''While you do that, we're going to check out the local police's reports on both of the drownings. See if we can get something that ties in with what we found here, something that'll earn us a warrant.'' </span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''Sure, sounds great'' replied Moriarty, eager to get the pesky frenchmen out of his way and get some real work done.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">____________________________________________________________</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Michel flicked the car into reverse. ''We're just going to break into their houses, aren't we?'' </span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''Did you even need to ask?'' snapped Guy.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">''Just checking'' chuckled the older of the two cops, driving his foot into the gas pedal.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">____________________________________________________________</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><strong>Coming up Next: Part II: Breaking and Entering</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Sorry about the lack of action in this segment. The players spent the beginning of this session being good little investigators and researching stuff. Part II should have some honest to goodness paranormal activity and more action, and the conclusion of the scenario was quite dramatic and action packed and whatnot (and the next sessions are faster paced as well).</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Feel free to tell me what you think, I really appreciate it. Also, if you have horror scenarios to reccomend, tell me about them, I'm always looking for material to work with and I'll probably run them or incorporate aspects of them into another scenario of my own design. </span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="The_Black_Cat, post: 5680704, member: 6668100"] [B][COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]GM Notes:[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana][/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]The first session went really, really well. The players didn't even know it was going to be horror before they arrived, we had a small group (three players plus me, the GM), I had done a lot of prep work, and it went fantastically. I managed to scare one player quite a bit and ended the session spectacularly. One of the session I'm most proud of. [/FONT][/COLOR] [B][COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]Episode One: Never Suicide[/FONT][/COLOR][/B] [B]Part I: The Scene of the Crime[/B] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]Moriarty was walking into the apartment complex when he heard it. The sound of a car veering into the parking lot (no doubt breaking the speed limit by a fair bit) accompanied by... some sort of music. It was some kind of rock, but the words all sounded like gibberish.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''Je le sais ben que t'as eu de la misère!''[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]Spinning around he saw that the vehicle in question was a police car. Two officers sat inside, both tall, powerfully built men in their late twenties.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''T'as tout fait ce qu'y était possible de faire!''[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]The car screeched to a halt, crookedly parked in a handicapped parking space, the only one left available.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''Tu t'proteges, t'as les yeux comme des pierres!''[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]The music stopped. The police officers stepped out of the car, speaking to each other in some language he didn't understand. Noticing him, the second one - the one that wasn't driving - waved. [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''Hello!'' He exclaimed cheerfully, the way someone would greet a friend. He had an accent, that sounded Canadian, but just a little... off. And then it hit him. They were French Canadians. He was going to be working with two colossal idiots, and they couldn't even properly communicate with him. It was days like these that made him which he'd ditched the Sherlock Holmes routine and become a fisherman. [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''Excuse me sir'' said Moriarty ''You're aware that you were just speeding, parked in a handicapped parking space, didn't park properly and have a broken tail-light and only have half a lisence plate?''[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]The men stared at him blankly.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''We are police, no?'' replied the same man who had greeted him. ''We don't follow the law. We [I]are[/I] the law!''[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]It was Moriarty's turn to stare blankly.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''F-follow me.'' He said dejectedly ''The corpse is up on the sixth floor''.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]____________________________________________________________[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]The deceased was Dennis Baldwin, a young college student who had drowned in his bathroom. The official story was suicide, but the local cops weren't so sure. The man was found on the floor of his bathroom, the apartment door and windows locked from the inside. However, the bathroom contained signs of a struggle. Shampoo bottles, cleaning products, rolls of toilet paper and other bathroom products had been flung about and there was water everywhere. The walls, floors and ceiling were soaked. [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]Searching the apartment revealed all sorts of interesting things. The defunct had a secret library full of books on the occult, especially water-related entities. Furthermore, his brother had drowned a year earlier, having fallen out of a yacht.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]In the office, a calendar had a multitude of dates and locations circled, and a good deal of hacking brought up a slew of MSN conversations with two of his friends, Alan Lars and Humphrey Trent, all written in a strange code that could only be cracked using a bible as reference. They didn't understand all of it, but from what they could tell, two things that came up pretty often were the meetings on the calendar and guilt about what had hapenned on the yacht where Dennis died. Apparently these three had been there too.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]____________________________________________________________[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]Later.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''I'm telling you, he killed his brother!'' Exclaimed Michel.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''We have no evidence to support that whatsoever. Guilt is a common reaction to the death of a loved one.''[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''What about his friends, then? Whey are they so freaked out about it. They barely even knew the guy''[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]Moriarty ignored the statement.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''We'll figure that out later, for now, I think we should call Trent and Lars in for a little chat. See what they spend their saturdays doing. For all we know they're part of some kind of cult.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''Alright'' said Guy. ''While you do that, we're going to check out the local police's reports on both of the drownings. See if we can get something that ties in with what we found here, something that'll earn us a warrant.'' [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''Sure, sounds great'' replied Moriarty, eager to get the pesky frenchmen out of his way and get some real work done.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]____________________________________________________________[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]Michel flicked the car into reverse. ''We're just going to break into their houses, aren't we?'' [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''Did you even need to ask?'' snapped Guy.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]''Just checking'' chuckled the older of the two cops, driving his foot into the gas pedal.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]____________________________________________________________[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana][B]Coming up Next: Part II: Breaking and Entering[/B][/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]Sorry about the lack of action in this segment. The players spent the beginning of this session being good little investigators and researching stuff. Part II should have some honest to goodness paranormal activity and more action, and the conclusion of the scenario was quite dramatic and action packed and whatnot (and the next sessions are faster paced as well).[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=white][FONT=Verdana]Feel free to tell me what you think, I really appreciate it. Also, if you have horror scenarios to reccomend, tell me about them, I'm always looking for material to work with and I'll probably run them or incorporate aspects of them into another scenario of my own design. [/FONT][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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