First off I want to let all those who thought this a good idea - Horacio - know that I bear no resonsibility for this story hour.
Any correct grammer, spelling, or syntax is purely coincidental and not the resonsbility of the author.
Anyway, here it is for anyone interested. I put together a quick one time Call of Cthulu adventure using my friends as lab rats. I had them roll out themselves and play themselves in this crazy idea I had.
The Cast of Characters
Jen. The loving, pregnant Jen (in real life, not the game. I'm not that heartless.
) Young, attractive, and full of life. She is attending BYU but working the summer in Salt Lake City. She met Josh at BYU and James through Josh.
James. The tall tech. This guy is a whiz with a computer (no kidding, he really is.) and 6 foot 7 to boot. He's a student at The University of Utah majoring in computer science. He and Josh have been friends since high school.
Josh. Football player, outdoor survivalist. Calm and unassuming, Josh is the best kind of friend. Always willing to lend a hand and one that would put his life on the line for you.
The names are the same but the backgrouds have been changed to protect the innocent. These are my friends in the real world and people I love and respect. We all had a good time and I hope you do to.
The curtain rises...
12:37 a.m. August 9th, 2002, Salt Lake City, Utah, USA, Earth
It’s a warm August night in the City of Salt Lake, the air dry and from the West. Our friends exit the movie theatre after watching the late show. It is dark out and the few remaining patrons head for their cars.
“That was much better then I thought.” intones Jen. “And it scared the crap out of me.”
“Ya, I liked it too.” offers Josh. “The dogs scared me more than anything.”
“You can say that gain. I swear, every time he pulls that trick with…” James didn’t have a chance to finish as Josh lets out a “Humpf!” He stumbles back as a man crashes through him and into the group. Falling on Josh and pushing a package into his hands the strange man mumbles out, “…the world must know…show the people…” Josh lets him to the ground dead. As he stands, Josh sees movement out of the corner of his eye. Two men round the corner leveling pistols at the group. Before he can warn the party searing pain rushes through his left arm and shoulder.
Grabbing his arm he screams, “They’re shooting at us!”
At this moment the group breaks into a run with the men giving pursuit. The window to Jen’s left shatters, showering her in glass. Being the level headed one of the group and seeing that she has no cover outside the building, she dives through the shattered window taking temporary cover inside the theatre.
James and Josh sprint straight for the parking lot sharing the sidewalk with a shower of lead. James makes it to his CJ-5 in no time. Throwing it into gear, he squeals out of his stall. He brings the jeep up to Josh who had taken cover behind the corner of the building. Josh is hoping to see what has happened to Jen.
Running to a young dark haired women wearing a navy blue blazer lapelled in the colors of the theatre, Jen yells, “Call the cops! Call the Cops!”
Before Jen can hear a single sound from the young managers mouth, the manager’s head explodes from the rear, her body falling lifeless to the floor. Jen, giving her best Woo, flies over the concessions stand, landing on her head with a thud. Safe for the moment, so she hopes.
Josh jumps into the jeep and James throws it into reverse. “There is no way I’m letting them shot holes in me or my jeep.” he mutters as he smashes the accelerator. He pulls his best Rockford files and brings the jeep down the back of the theatre. Both Josh and James hope Jen is okay. Josh grabs his cellular phone and calls 911, stashing the package the dead man gave his life for into his pants pocket.
Jen, feeling she is out of time, sprints into the open and heads for the first theatre door. Call it karma; call it fate but the bullet meant for her strikes the poor helpless acne laden employee who just happened to look around the corner at that very moment. She hardly notices as she collides with the theatre doors disappearing into the darkness beyond. She knows something bad has happened and a part of her wants to stop and see but her flight response is in high gear, she flies through the exit door and into the screech of skidding tires.
“Get in!” Both of them yell at the same time. Jen leaps into the rear seat and the jeep is off.
In the headlights the group sees two men standing side-by-side blocking the exit of the parking lot, pistols raised. The windshield spider webs and a head light goes out as James down shifts and accelerates in a vane attempt to smash these unknown villains. The bad guys bail out of the way as the jeep goes by and speeds up the street. The sound of whizzing bullets soon fades and our group motors down the road toward safety.
So they think...
Any correct grammer, spelling, or syntax is purely coincidental and not the resonsbility of the author.
Anyway, here it is for anyone interested. I put together a quick one time Call of Cthulu adventure using my friends as lab rats. I had them roll out themselves and play themselves in this crazy idea I had.
The Cast of Characters
Jen. The loving, pregnant Jen (in real life, not the game. I'm not that heartless.
) Young, attractive, and full of life. She is attending BYU but working the summer in Salt Lake City. She met Josh at BYU and James through Josh.James. The tall tech. This guy is a whiz with a computer (no kidding, he really is.) and 6 foot 7 to boot. He's a student at The University of Utah majoring in computer science. He and Josh have been friends since high school.
Josh. Football player, outdoor survivalist. Calm and unassuming, Josh is the best kind of friend. Always willing to lend a hand and one that would put his life on the line for you.
The names are the same but the backgrouds have been changed to protect the innocent. These are my friends in the real world and people I love and respect. We all had a good time and I hope you do to.
The curtain rises...
12:37 a.m. August 9th, 2002, Salt Lake City, Utah, USA, Earth
It’s a warm August night in the City of Salt Lake, the air dry and from the West. Our friends exit the movie theatre after watching the late show. It is dark out and the few remaining patrons head for their cars.
“That was much better then I thought.” intones Jen. “And it scared the crap out of me.”
“Ya, I liked it too.” offers Josh. “The dogs scared me more than anything.”
“You can say that gain. I swear, every time he pulls that trick with…” James didn’t have a chance to finish as Josh lets out a “Humpf!” He stumbles back as a man crashes through him and into the group. Falling on Josh and pushing a package into his hands the strange man mumbles out, “…the world must know…show the people…” Josh lets him to the ground dead. As he stands, Josh sees movement out of the corner of his eye. Two men round the corner leveling pistols at the group. Before he can warn the party searing pain rushes through his left arm and shoulder.
Grabbing his arm he screams, “They’re shooting at us!”
At this moment the group breaks into a run with the men giving pursuit. The window to Jen’s left shatters, showering her in glass. Being the level headed one of the group and seeing that she has no cover outside the building, she dives through the shattered window taking temporary cover inside the theatre.
James and Josh sprint straight for the parking lot sharing the sidewalk with a shower of lead. James makes it to his CJ-5 in no time. Throwing it into gear, he squeals out of his stall. He brings the jeep up to Josh who had taken cover behind the corner of the building. Josh is hoping to see what has happened to Jen.
Running to a young dark haired women wearing a navy blue blazer lapelled in the colors of the theatre, Jen yells, “Call the cops! Call the Cops!”
Before Jen can hear a single sound from the young managers mouth, the manager’s head explodes from the rear, her body falling lifeless to the floor. Jen, giving her best Woo, flies over the concessions stand, landing on her head with a thud. Safe for the moment, so she hopes.
Josh jumps into the jeep and James throws it into reverse. “There is no way I’m letting them shot holes in me or my jeep.” he mutters as he smashes the accelerator. He pulls his best Rockford files and brings the jeep down the back of the theatre. Both Josh and James hope Jen is okay. Josh grabs his cellular phone and calls 911, stashing the package the dead man gave his life for into his pants pocket.
Jen, feeling she is out of time, sprints into the open and heads for the first theatre door. Call it karma; call it fate but the bullet meant for her strikes the poor helpless acne laden employee who just happened to look around the corner at that very moment. She hardly notices as she collides with the theatre doors disappearing into the darkness beyond. She knows something bad has happened and a part of her wants to stop and see but her flight response is in high gear, she flies through the exit door and into the screech of skidding tires.
“Get in!” Both of them yell at the same time. Jen leaps into the rear seat and the jeep is off.
In the headlights the group sees two men standing side-by-side blocking the exit of the parking lot, pistols raised. The windshield spider webs and a head light goes out as James down shifts and accelerates in a vane attempt to smash these unknown villains. The bad guys bail out of the way as the jeep goes by and speeds up the street. The sound of whizzing bullets soon fades and our group motors down the road toward safety.
So they think...
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