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The Bedford Project - Session 4f “You guys can’t seriously be considering …” Atwood was in disbelief which was odd because he was a professionally trained psychologist. It must have been his young idealism or the fact that no one in the FBI had cause to throw him under the bus for purely...

The Bedford Project - Session 4e “I’m guessing you’re Dr. Brian Cherry? Okay, doc. What should we be worried about instead?” Dr. Cherry’s leisurely speaking pace contrasted sharply with the urgency of his words. He nodded his head toward the tunnel. "What you should be worried about went that...

The Bedford Project - Session 4d That last bit got no argument from the other two, but all the same, this was their job. This was small-town America. That alone meant Bedford deserved their help. Dempsey wasn’t so sure. The Irishman inched up to the elevator shaft and slowly peeked down. The...

The Bedford Project - Session 4c Looking down the stairwell illuminated by flashlights and emergency lighting, Atwood spotted a mangled security camera. Dempsey’s quick scan of the roof access through which they'd emerged revealed another well-hidden and intact camera. Given the lack of a door...

The Bedford Project - Session 4b Atwood checked the drawers of the desk. In one, he found two brown folders. One was packed with what appeared to be blackmail evidence on Sheriff Taylor; pictures of him and various official-looking people exchanging briefcases and folders for thick envelopes...

The Bedford Project - Session 4a As the agents regained their senses and rose to their feet, it was Atwood who broke the silence. “The hell was that? A meteor?” Dempsey was staring wide-eyed with a grin. At times like this, when he was truly and entirely enthralled, his accent could become...

It's the end of the fiscal year here in Alaska, and that means as a governmental accountant, it's by far the busiest time of the year for me. Add to that the fact that my step-kids are visiting for the summer, and it adds up to almost no free time for me. That alone should be enough of an excuse...

Thanks! Once you have read it, please do feel free to let me know what you think. We've had numerous scheduling conflicts and random occurrences recently, so the next installment may be the last for a while. We fully intend to continue with the game, and I'll definitely write up every session...

The Bedford Project - Session 3e Despite the distractions created by the lights, music, and chanting, the agents were quick to notice the Taylor County school bus with the Taylor County Cornhuskers logo emblazoned on the side. A stocky man leaned against the large front tire next to the door...

The Bedford Project - Session 3d As Porter read the email aloud, Atwood opened his bleary eyes and tried to focus on the ceiling. The FBI man swung his feet around and stood up. “So, we’re talking aliens and genetic engineering? Okay. Let’s forget for a moment that Gomez is suggesting aliens...

The Bedford Project - Session 3c They all agreed no one was going anywhere alone in Bedford for the time being. Atwood was already on someone’s radar, and to be safe, they were going to assume his calls and internet use were monitored if not traced. The plan, then, was to head back to the safe...

The Bedford Project - Session 3b Porter was pretty light on sleep as well, and he’d gotten up around 4:00 AM, made some coffee, and started researching. By the time he got his first refill, he had a few relevant items of interest. The Capitol Gazette in Annapolis, Maryland had run an obituary...

The Bedford Project - Session 3a The shower didn’t do much to calm his nerves, and so Atwood maintained a careful watch out the window through a crack between the curtains. Every so often, he shot a disapproving frown toward the phone. It was about 7:30 PM when he saw the large black man...

Or ... they did, but they didn't feel like posting! Without a view count, we may never know.

On the pages that list threads, they show how many replies each thread has. It used to show that as well as how often the thread had been viewed. The feeling I (and, I believe, many others) have is that not everyone who reads a thread posts everytime they read it, so the view count tells at...

If my voice can add any weight to the matter, I find view count to be a very useful barometer of the health and popularity of a thread.

The Bedford Project - Session 2d Before concluding the examination of the scene, Porter wanted to be sure they weren’t missing anything. He booted up the VR headset and released one of the quadcopter drones he’d bought with money a hurricane victim would never see. The bird’s eye view revealed...

The Bedford Project - Session 2c His business in town concluded for the moment, Porter returned to his rental car – the one with Missouri plates and no federal connection – and headed back to the safe house. By the time he got there, Dempsey had received the Iowa DOT credentials from his...

The Bedford Project - Session 2b The laser tripwire on the window bothered Atwood. Almost everything in this town bothered him, but the tripwire was too much. He decided not to leave the room until dark. While he waited, he dismantled the phone in his room and looked it over. He wasn’t sure...

The Bedford Project - Session 2a Since his phone was disassembled, Porter was unable to receive the many text messages Atwood sent regarding all the electronic surveillance in the town. Dempsey had received those messages and the one where Atwood said he was staying at the Skylark. The Irishman...