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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rhialto" data-source="post: 2538228" data-attributes="member: 630">Jacob looks Agent Brown levelly in the eye.  "When I was in England researching Loch Ness, back in the 90s, I made an interesting discovery--there wasn't anything there.  There were a lot of tourists showing up, there were a lot of nutters seeing things, but there was NOTHING that justified all the hype.  Hype that the British government had encouraged.  So I dug a little deeper.  Turns out virtually every lake in Great Britain has some legendary monster in it.  Most are about shaky as Nessie--but a few--if people were looking for them, they'd realize how well-documented these cases are.  But instead they go over to Loch Ness, to scream 'Nessie' every time they see a deer or the water ripple.  I went to a few of them--saw some pretty strange things.  Eventually, I wound up at this little lake on the Severn River.  I didn't see anything there.  Not exactly.  But I planned on staying a week--and wound up staying a month.  Just because.  It wasn't that the scenery was nice, or that I was overcome by the charming locale--it wasn't nice, and it wasn't charming.  I just--kept puting off leaving.  After a month, I realized--I was getting worse.  Going to stay by the lake for--long hours.  Actively avoiding leaving the region to do little things like getting groceries, and when I managed to do that, keeping it as short as possible.  So, I packed my bags, and I left."He takes a deep breath.  "First thing I got was a splitting headache.  Next, I broke out into a cold sweat.  I wound up in bed for a couple weeks, going through what an outside observer would have confused with heroin withdrawal.  And the whole time, I had to fight an urge to go back to that CEDing lake!  As soon as I was out of bed, I got a plane and put as much water between me and freaking England as possible.  And then I wrote a book about what I learnt.  But I did not put that lake in it.  Because then people would go to the lake, and whatever there is about that place that makes you stay there would hit them."  Jacob frowns.  "Understand something, Mr. Brown--I'm not one those spaceheads babbling about transendence, and wishing for the holy aliens to wisk them away.  My researches have taught me one thing--there is something out there, and it is old, and it HATES US.   Or at the very least, it stomps on us without giving a damn.  And if you think I'd do something to send hundreds of wooly-headed twits to this place, this bad place, where they'd run around screaming to have something nasty happen to it--then you don't know me.  I believe the public should be warned what's out there--but not given a CEDing map so they can catch a ride."  He offers his hand.  "So, yes, your offer is acceptable.  If you mean it."</blockquote>

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