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Message: <blockquote data-quote="WhimsyTheFae" data-source="post: 4227174" data-attributes="member: 8964">Round One - Match OneFickleGM vs. DlsharrockThe LARP That Wasn'tby FickleGM"Hey Johnson, come here," shouted the officer, handing a book toward the detective. "I think I found something.""Whatchya got, Davis?" asked Detective Johnson, as he took the book from the officer."Looks like a journal of some sort," was the reply."Well, let's hope it has some clues, 'cause this is just plain weird."Davis replied, "I here ya, Johnson, mansions don't usually just fall into the ground."Johnson had already stopped listening as he walked away, opening the book.  It was obvious from the first page that this was, indeed, a journal.  It belonged to a guy named Bob Fredrickson, a young man from Innsmouth, Massachusetts.  Apparently, the guy wasn't very popular, as he seemed to write mostly about bullies, girls who never noticed him and video games.  He wrote a lot about video games.Finding an intact chair, Johnson sat down as he skipped ahead to the last few entries.  It was time to find out if this thing held any clues that would help them figure out what had caused the mansion to collapse into the earth and burn.  He still hoped that it was some sort of natural disaster, caused by a sinkhole or something, but it just didn't fit."Big surprise there," Johnson mumbled under his breath as he skipped ahead another page.  He had already assumed that this guy was here for the convention, but hoped that the following pages would be more interesting.Who is this LeAnn character? Johnson thought to himself.  He had read her name in a couple places in the journal, but Bob had also written that he's never had a girlfriend or been on a date.  It was possible that LeAnn was a friend, but it seemed more likely that she wasn't a real person at all.Oh my, this guy must have watched a few too many Sci-Fi Channel movies. I hope the rest of his entries don't recount his fantasy dreams.  Reluctantly, Johnson turned the page and kept reading.Well, I agree that The Ram is nice, but I'd much prefer watching the Colts beat the Pats while I eat, rather than whatever he was watching.  I guess this just reinforces that this particular convention is definitely not for me.  With a slight eye-roll, the detective continued reading the journal.  Fortunately, he was quickly rewarded for his decision to turn the page."Davis, where did you find this...exactly?" Johnson called out to the officer, waving the journal in the air."Down in that depression," Davis pointed to the pit where a large portion of the mansion floor had collapsed."Take me down to the spot," the detective was already climbing down into the pit.Davis climbed down and walk across the rubble to the spot where he found the journal."Right here, detective.  Why?""I think we have something.  Help me move these bricks."The two policemen cleared out an area of bricks, rocks and dirt, revealing a tunnel.  Turning on his flashlight, Davis shined it into the darkness."Where do you think it leads?" Davis asked.Grabbing the officer's flashlight, Johnson started into the tunnel, tossing the journal down and pulling his gun."I'm hoping it leads to the owner of that journal...if we're lucky he'll still be alive."Davis followed behind, "Okay, but why the gun?""'Cause of something I read in that journal.  You may want to pull yours, too."The two moved down the tunnel, guns drawn.  It didn't take long to start feeling the heat that Bob wrote about in his journal.  As they rounded a bend, it wasn't the river of lava flowing beside the path that caught their attention, but the beautiful woman walking toward them."Stop right there," Johnson ordered as he pointed the gun at her. "You must be LeAnn.  Or should I call you Irkalla.""What are you doing, Johnson..." Davis began as Irkalla interrupted him."I had hoped that someone would find the journal.  Poor Bob wasn't able to complete his task, but I'm sure that either of you will do."Johnson fired six shots in rapid succession, but Irkalla was not phased by the bullets as she continued to walk forward."That will not due, detective," she frowned and her hand glowed a magical blue as she reached out and grabbed him by his neck.  Davis could only stare as Johnson's body withered and died before his eyes."I assume that you will be more cooperative, Officer Davis."Davis nodded solemnly and lowered his pistol.  His eyes caught a flicker of movement from behind Irkalla as a large teenager lumbered toward her.Noticing Davis' eyes widen, Irkalla was able to turn just in time to see Bob barrel into her.  As his momentum carried the two off the path and toward the river of lava, Davis swore he could hear Bob scream out, "FALL IN LAVA AND DIE. NO SAVE, B1TCH!"The ground shook and the tunnel started collapsing again as Davis fled back the way he came.  Crawling back out into the ruins of Arkham Mansion, Davis had no idea how he was going to explain this mess.  He grabbed Bob's journal and climbed out of the wreckage.Captain Lewis noticed the dirt covered officer climbing out of the hole with a battered book in his hands and walk over to the edge."What did you find, Davis?""Oh, nothing Captain, I slipped and fell into the pit when that last tremor hit.  I'm okay, though, just messed up my clothes and damaged my book.""Okay, well get cleaned up and get back to the precinct.  The Feds have decided that this is now their investigation.  Have you seen Johnson?""No, sir.  Wasn't he poking around in the east wing?" Davis answered as he limped back toward his cruiser.It would be best if nobody ever found this, Davis thought as he drove away, still holding the journal.</blockquote>

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