Exit 23 Dark•Matter Story Hour (NOW COMPLETE!)

Desdichado

Adventurer
"Exit 23"
V.​

Dr. Akens yelled to Will as he grimly advanced, pumping shotgun shells into the reforming body of the shaggy creature outside. "You're weapons will be lucky to hurt it. We need fire to drive the thing away!" Drawing on his years of research into the paranormal, Phillip was pretty sure he knew what this creature was and how to destroy it.

"Mabel!" he called. The poor woman let out a moan. "Where's your liquor? Y'know, the real hard stuff?" Mabel didn't answer. In fact, she appeared to have fainted behind the counter.

"$#!+!" he exclaimed. He vaulted over the counter, his eyes scanning the shelves for anything useful. A small fridge was tucked under the cash register. Inside... "Bingo! Absolut Molotov cocktails coming right up!"

Outside, Will and Don were keeping the creature somewhat at bay by pumping shotgun shells and rounds from the M-16 into it nearly continuously, but it seemed more amused and slightly irritated rather than seriously threatened by their weapons. Phil ran up to the doorway and threw his hastily assembled Molotov cocktail at the creature. It hit it in the forhead, and the bottle exploded into an alcoholic fireball. The creature shrieked in pain and fear, then snarled in rage, charging at Phil and swatting him hard. He flew through what was left of the glass entryway to skid to a halt at the counter to the coffee shop in the next room.

Meanwhile, Doug had heard Phil's declaration, and quickly filled a five gallon drum with grease from the frier at the MacDonalds. He trundled out just at this moment, to see the creature -- still aflame on it's head and shoulders -- slam Phil away. He heaved the grease at the creature, but it missed, throwing up a storm of hissing steam where it hit the snow. Doug dropped to the ground in the steam, narrowly missing the stabbing ice-sword that would have eviscerated him where he stood.

Don dropped his M-16 and ran out into the fray. He ducked into the gas attendant's shack and flipped the switch that turned on the pumps. Grabbing one at random, he pulled the handle all the way and squirted it at the open flame on the creature's head. The entire creature burst into flame, screaming and writhing. Don's eyebrows singed and he was forced backwards by the heat of the blast. He quickly shut it off when he saw the flame starting to arc towards him on the stream of gasoline.

"What the $!&%* are you doing?" Will shouted flabbergasted. He slammed his hand against the glass holding the fire extinguisher near the pumps and pulled out the device, spraying the flames that were spreading like a ghost along the pavement towards the pumps. Meanwhile Dr. Neary had picked up the M-16 recently dropped by Don and unloaded the rest of his clip into the creature. It was now huddled against the floor, and with this latest attack, it suddenly burst into a cloud of ash, scattering in the wind. All activity stopped and everyone stared silently at the spot where the creature had been. The snow storm did not abate.

Quickly, they moved back inside, checking the NOAA weather map again. No change was apparent. Ned patched up Phillip who sat up drinking a very strong, black coffee.

"We're not out of the woods yet. If I remember my paranormal research correctly, what we just faced was a Winter Demon -- and it's tied to that ball we found. Unless we can destroy that, the demon will reform in a matter of hours -- or less -- and we'll have to start from scratch."

"No sooner said than done," smirked Will, cocking his shotgun one more time and holding the barrell right up against the snow globe. He discharged the gun just as everyone was yelling at him to wait, and the ball flew away from the end of the gun to slam into the wall, gouging out a large chunk of brick and mortar and ricocheting into the counter where it came to rest, apparently completely unharmed.

"Hold on!" shouted Phil. "If you go about this the wrong way, you could kill us all!"

"Sorry!" Will said, looking around sheepishly.

Suddenly they were all bathed with light again. Headlights, to be specific. They heard the rumbling of a revving diesel engine, which abruptly switched into high gear and the lights came hurtling towards them. Someone was driving a full-sized rig right into the restaurant!
 

fenzer

Librarian, Geologist, and Referee
Okay Josh, the old semi-into-the-restaurant trick never occured to us when playing. I love it. It will be interesting to see how they get out of this one.
 
fenzer said:
Okay Josh, the old semi-into-the-restaurant trick never occured to us when playing. I love it. It will be interesting to see how they get out of this one.

Oh it certainly made for some real fun... :D

And just wait until we get to my character's finest hour :D :D
 
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Trevalon,

I am looking forward to more. The event was fun and full of surprises.

Fenzer, let's say that everyone at the table was a little shocked by the semi-trailer mistaking the restaurant for a drive -thru. :D
 
Trevalon Moonleirion said:
But... but... we need to bump this! It needs to be finished! My character's shining moment of glory hasn't happened yet! :)
Not to mention that we have to find out what takeout food that trucker really wanted. ;)

I have to say that some of the things people did during the game surprised me. I generally like surprises.
 

Desdichado

Adventurer
Sorry, folks! I've been pretty swamped since the holidays, and this will take me a few hours to update, hence -- no updates recently. I'm anticipating a return to more normal scheduling conflicts soon, which means I can squeeze out an update or two in the near future.
 

ledded

Herder of monkies
Alright, that's about enough time off for you buddy.

You can't just start up a semi and hurl it at a diner full of PC's, then let it drop off.

Update, man, we need that update! :D
 

shadowlight

Visitor
ledded said:
Alright, that's about enough time off for you buddy.

You can't just start up a semi and hurl it at a diner full of PC's, then let it drop off.

Update, man, we need that update! :D
Here Here!
 

fenzer

Librarian, Geologist, and Referee
No kidding. Where are you Joshua? I almost forgot about this little gem. Post soon my man. We need some lovin'.
 

Desdichado

Adventurer
I anticipated my schedule at work returning to normal so I could work on updates here and there between meetings and phone calls, but it still has not happened (maybe after March 12th?) Anyway, I've also been thinking I need to squeeze an update out sometime soon myself, and today isn't too bad. I'll see if I can't put one together today or tomorrow.
 

Desdichado

Adventurer
"Exit 23"
VI.​

Glass, brick, snow and dust flew through the air as the rig slammed into the side of the restaurant, plowed through the wall and counter and finally ground to a halt against a pile of rubble that it had made against the far wall of the building. The six customers all dived for cover, some with greater alacrity than others. Dr. Neary went down under a pile of collapsing roof tiles. Most of the rest of them fell heavily to the floor but were able to avoid any serious injury (poor Dr. Ned's Reflex save was real bad. He went into negative hit points three times during the session!).

The driver's door opened and the man with the parka and the Detroit Tigers hat hopped out, a pump action shotgun in his hand. Like a fool, he yelled before attacking, and was answered by a hail of bullets from the M-16, dropping him to the ground. Will walked over and gave him a nudge with his foot. "What an idiot!" (really bad initiative roll, unfortunately. Also, he really is kinda an idiot. :))

Dr. Neary was dragged back and and resuscitated. The truck driver was tightly bound and every effort to bring him back around was made as well. It was getting more difficult, but after half an hour or so, Dr. Neary stood up a bit shakily and ashen-faced made his way to the truck driver, helping him to come to some form of consciousness.

Jane, with a feverish glint in her eyes, turned to him. "What the hell is going on here? Who are you and what do you want?"

The truck driver, tried to laugh at her, but fell back into coughing up blood when he tried. "It doesn't matter who I am. And soon it won't matter who you are either. You'll all be dead!"

"Doesn't want to talk, does he?" said Don Truitt with a dark scowl on his face. He had popped the large sideways hood on the wrecked truck. He reached in for a minute and then came forward towards the fallen truck driver. In his hands were the red and black clamps to a pair of jumper cables. He touched them together, getting a nice spark and ozone smell. "Take his shirt off and see if his nipples like the feel of these. That might loosen his tongue. And if not, we can always go lower..."

Jane stood up exasperated. "You can't do that. I won't stand for it."

"Move aside!" said Will to the cop. "There's no time to mess around with this *&@%er! There may be other zealots out there, and I'm not gonna wait until I feel a bullet in my back to find out." Jane hesitated.

The truck driver, reading the mood in the room turned a bit panicky, but he maintained his facade of bravery as best he could. "Do your worst!" he said, a bit shrilly. "We'll all soon be dead anyway!" As if in answer to his words, a howling wind started up again outside, and the snow started to swirl and reform.

"Looks like our old friend is back," said Nichols in a high, cracking voice, backpedaling as fast as he could. They could all hear a gleefull roaring sound now, and shining silver eyes were glowing at them from the snowy coalescence, which was starting to take on the appearance of a shaggy, enormous humanoid.

"It's the globe!" said Dr. Akens. "We've got to destroy it, or he'll keep reforming!" Will made as if to shoot it again. "Don't!" shouted Akens. "It won't work any better than it did before!"

"Well, what then?" said Will, panicked now himself.

"I'm thinking!"

Will grabbed Akens by the shirt. "You don't have time to think!"

Akens pulled away, moving suddenly. He snatched up the globe and threw it into the MacDonald's frier, where it burst into sudden flame. The winter demon, now fully formed, suddenly had a look of terror across its face, and it screamed in fear, before bursting into flame itself, and burning itself out into nothingness.

All six of the customers of the rest stop fell to the ground exhausted and frigid. "Glad that's finally over," someone muttered. The wind and snow had slowed tremendously since the destruction of the snow globe; stars were even starting to appear above them. It looked like whomever had said that was right.

Then they all say up at once. Outside they could hear the sound of approaching automobiles -- two long, black Lincoln Town Cars with government plates. Men with sunglasses (yes, at night) and dark suits stepped out, with guns in their hands.

"Come out with your hands up and surrender the snow globe, or this isn't going to be pretty," called out one of them. Dr. Akens looked at the frier, which was now engulfed in a roaring fire. There was no sign of the snow globe anymore...
 
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Joshua,

Thanks for the update!!! I hope you can finish the story soon. I remember the shock at the table when the truck driver put a new spin on the phrase "drive-thru" restaurant. It was a great game and a great table -- in part to a very good GM.

Also, any chance that you can make the next Chicago EN World Game Day?
 

Desdichado

Adventurer
Thanks! I'm actually to the point where two or three (at the most) more updates will actually complete the Story Hour entirely! which is a very exciting proposition. The delay (and I apologize folks) has been largely due to my incredibly hectic schedule at work in recent months. I did, however, finally get reassigned to another job that I'm enjoying much more (and where my time isn't nearly as crunched) so now that I'm more or less acclimated to that new job, I typed up the update. I make a lot of claims on when I'm going to update that I don't follow through on, but what they heck -- I'll do another. I think I can get this Story Hour complete within the week.

Then I've got several sessions of my actual regular campaign that I DM that I'm interested in creating a Story Hour for. :\ Never a dull moment for someone addicted to writing this kind of stuff up...

EDIT: Sorry, I don't have any plans to come to the next Chicago gameday. Maybe in the fall. More than about once a year is difficult, because it's far enough away that I really have to spend one night. That seems like a lot for gaming. Plus, we've successfully held our first Detroit Gameday, and there's hope that we can do another one again soon, making my "need" to come to Chicago a lot less acute.
 
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Joshua:

I understand about being busy. My own work on a homebrew campaign has been slowed because of work and school. Still it is good to see an update.

I understand about the distance factor. If my car was in better shape, I would be tempted to drive to a Detroit Game Day. Hope you can make it in the fall.
 

fenzer

Librarian, Geologist, and Referee
Josh! thanks for the update! Sorry for the busy schedule. I'm just happy your out there writing up this good stuff.
 

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