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Mormons, Mayhem, and JFK
- Thread starter fenzer
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Femerus the Gnecro
First Post
fenzer said:
But who is it?
Do we know?
Is JFK in the back seat of the truck?
We'll find out next update.
Or will we?
Yes we will!
Love the story Fenzer, keep it coming. With even more speed
-F
Well people this has been really fun and more work than I anticipated, I'm lazy what do you want. 
Jonrog1, Horacio, Jarval, Joshua, Pirate Cat, etc. I don't know how you guys do it. I really appreciate all the kind words and attention. Heck, I even had a local enboarder contact me to see if I would be interested in writing adventures for him. What do you know. (If that person is reading this, I lost your e-mail address. I didn't blow you off my computer ate your address. Please contact me.) So it is with a heavy heart that I soon post my last update for Mormons, Mayhem, and JFK. As I said initially, this was just a one night gig to see if my friends would like running CoC or any modern setting. I think they did for the most part and hopefully I will have a chance to do this again.
Thanks again and I will post the last chapter soon.
Jonrog1, Horacio, Jarval, Joshua, Pirate Cat, etc. I don't know how you guys do it. I really appreciate all the kind words and attention. Heck, I even had a local enboarder contact me to see if I would be interested in writing adventures for him. What do you know. (If that person is reading this, I lost your e-mail address. I didn't blow you off my computer ate your address. Please contact me.) So it is with a heavy heart that I soon post my last update for Mormons, Mayhem, and JFK. As I said initially, this was just a one night gig to see if my friends would like running CoC or any modern setting. I think they did for the most part and hopefully I will have a chance to do this again.Thanks again and I will post the last chapter soon.
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Jarval
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fenzer said:Well people this has been really fun and more work than I anticipated, I'm lazy what do you want.
Please note:
Jarval = Story Hour addict.
Jarval != Story Hour author.
I guess that makes me a lot lazier than you fenzer
It'll be a shame to see this story hour come to a close, as I've really enjoyed it. Great work fenzer, it sounds like you and your players had a blast.
9:37 p.m. August 9th, 2002, Salt Lake City, Utah, USA, Earth
“Holy S#&*! You scared the hell out me!”
“Sorry.” Josh mumbles, barely audible over the rush of the wind.
“How are you?” Jen asks, a concerned look on her face.
“I feel fine. I’m really thirsty and a bit light headed but I feel okay.”
James pulls the truck over, Jen slides into the middle and Josh takes the passenger seat. Jen hands him the leftovers of a diet coke she picked up during a quick potty break.
“Where are we? What happened?” Josh asks.
Over the next few minutes James and Jen bring Josh current on the meeting with Elijah and the canister.
“So let me get this straight. That dead guy gave us a tape showing who really shot JFK and the assassins who did it want us dead because we know about it. This Elijah guy is some unknown power monger keeping this assassin organization in check. And if we make it to Jackson Hole of all places, he might be able to save us?”
“That’s it.” James says looking at Josh.
“LOOK OUT!” Jen yells.
The truck comes over a small rise curving slowly down and to the right when James slams on the brakes. There in the middle of the road is a large black suburban positioned to block both lanes of traffic. Standing directly in front of it and facing the oncoming truck are two men in black both leveling automatic weapons. Before the truck has come to a complete stop the windshield irrupts in an explosion of small shards. Our heroes cover their faces and react. Jen takes cover under the dashboard. Josh and James take their pistols and return fire blindly. Josh and James suffer another round of automatic weapons fire and both are hit. Josh slumps over in the seat a bullet hole in his chest. James, fighting back the pain and the desire to pass out, somehow manages to get the truck back into gear. He smashes the accelerator and drives the truck head long into the gunmen and the suburban. The two men dive into the suburban for cover and escape the collision. They fire another volley into the cab. James goes limp. Jen, hidden under the dash, is screeming. Crying and full of fear, she takes the pistol from Josh’s limp hand and pokes her head over the dash. She can make out the silhouettes of both men. She fires and misses badly. Again the truck is riddled with bullets. Safe behind the dash, Jen again peeks her head over the dash and fires another shot. This one strikes the second gunmen squarely in the head. He collapses on the bench seat behind the driver. The driver moves to the passenger side in an attempt to get out of the vehicle. Jen sits up, takes aim and shoots the driver sending him sprawling to the road on the far side of the suburban.
Shaking and in a daze, Jen gathers herself. She climbs over Josh and checks his pulse. He is still alive but loosing a lot of blood. James is mumbling and moving his head back and forth. Not sure if the men are dead Jen moves around the back of the suburban and steps up to the driver sprawled on the road. He is slowly moving away clawing at the tarmac with hands and feet. Jen stares at him for a moment feeling sorry and wishing she hand never been brought to this place and time. Then calmly and coolly she raises the pistol and kills the helpless driver.
Standing there on a highway somewhere in Wyoming, Jen realizes that she will never be the same. That somehow, life managed to send her a curve ball despite her best efforts to live a normal one. Standing there thinking, she comes to the realization that whatever happens she needs to leave this place and leave it now. Turning back to her friends she notices that the bushes on the far side of the road are alight. “That’s odd.” She says. “Oh my God, headlights!” Before she can get to the pickup truck a midsize sedan comes racing over the hill. The car screeches its tires but it's too late. It careens headfirst into the Nissan sending all three vehicles sliding off the road. The sedan catches a fender and is sent tumbling end over end. It comes to a stop lying on the driver side doors, headlights staring back at the road and Jen, tires spinning.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Jen says over and over as she runs to the crashed sedan. She hears moaning. Looking into the windshield she sees a couple in their mid forties. The driver, a man, is either dead or unconscious. His face covered with glass and impacted into the dirt. The female passenger, hanging limp by her seatbelt, is in and out of consciousness. Both are badly hurt and pinned in the car. After running her second lap around the crashed car and with despair growing heavier, she stops and screams. She slumps to the ground and begins to weep. If she stays to help these people she will loose her life for the murder of the two men. The Organization will kill her for sure. If she leaves, these two will die. Weeping uncontrollably for what seemed like an eternity, she suddenly stops. Slowly she looks up and as her eyes approach the stars everything in them that was innocent and pure shimmers out leaving a dull reflection of the soul inside. She slowly stands up and walks away.
With Josh and James stabilized and resting in the back, Jen reads a street sign illuminated in the suburban’s headlights, Welcome to Jackson Hole.
The curtain falls.
I just want to put it a quick GMs note here. I know I said it before but the termoil that Jen went through during the last act of the night was worth the whole thing. I hope I did the scene justice.
Anyway, that's it. Thanks everyone for coming by and reading. I hope it was as enjoyable to read as it was to write.
Thanks again Jonrog1 and Horacio. If it had not been for you two I would not have given this a try. I am glad I did.
“Holy S#&*! You scared the hell out me!”
“Sorry.” Josh mumbles, barely audible over the rush of the wind.
“How are you?” Jen asks, a concerned look on her face.
“I feel fine. I’m really thirsty and a bit light headed but I feel okay.”
James pulls the truck over, Jen slides into the middle and Josh takes the passenger seat. Jen hands him the leftovers of a diet coke she picked up during a quick potty break.
“Where are we? What happened?” Josh asks.
Over the next few minutes James and Jen bring Josh current on the meeting with Elijah and the canister.
“So let me get this straight. That dead guy gave us a tape showing who really shot JFK and the assassins who did it want us dead because we know about it. This Elijah guy is some unknown power monger keeping this assassin organization in check. And if we make it to Jackson Hole of all places, he might be able to save us?”
“That’s it.” James says looking at Josh.
“LOOK OUT!” Jen yells.
The truck comes over a small rise curving slowly down and to the right when James slams on the brakes. There in the middle of the road is a large black suburban positioned to block both lanes of traffic. Standing directly in front of it and facing the oncoming truck are two men in black both leveling automatic weapons. Before the truck has come to a complete stop the windshield irrupts in an explosion of small shards. Our heroes cover their faces and react. Jen takes cover under the dashboard. Josh and James take their pistols and return fire blindly. Josh and James suffer another round of automatic weapons fire and both are hit. Josh slumps over in the seat a bullet hole in his chest. James, fighting back the pain and the desire to pass out, somehow manages to get the truck back into gear. He smashes the accelerator and drives the truck head long into the gunmen and the suburban. The two men dive into the suburban for cover and escape the collision. They fire another volley into the cab. James goes limp. Jen, hidden under the dash, is screeming. Crying and full of fear, she takes the pistol from Josh’s limp hand and pokes her head over the dash. She can make out the silhouettes of both men. She fires and misses badly. Again the truck is riddled with bullets. Safe behind the dash, Jen again peeks her head over the dash and fires another shot. This one strikes the second gunmen squarely in the head. He collapses on the bench seat behind the driver. The driver moves to the passenger side in an attempt to get out of the vehicle. Jen sits up, takes aim and shoots the driver sending him sprawling to the road on the far side of the suburban.
Shaking and in a daze, Jen gathers herself. She climbs over Josh and checks his pulse. He is still alive but loosing a lot of blood. James is mumbling and moving his head back and forth. Not sure if the men are dead Jen moves around the back of the suburban and steps up to the driver sprawled on the road. He is slowly moving away clawing at the tarmac with hands and feet. Jen stares at him for a moment feeling sorry and wishing she hand never been brought to this place and time. Then calmly and coolly she raises the pistol and kills the helpless driver.
Standing there on a highway somewhere in Wyoming, Jen realizes that she will never be the same. That somehow, life managed to send her a curve ball despite her best efforts to live a normal one. Standing there thinking, she comes to the realization that whatever happens she needs to leave this place and leave it now. Turning back to her friends she notices that the bushes on the far side of the road are alight. “That’s odd.” She says. “Oh my God, headlights!” Before she can get to the pickup truck a midsize sedan comes racing over the hill. The car screeches its tires but it's too late. It careens headfirst into the Nissan sending all three vehicles sliding off the road. The sedan catches a fender and is sent tumbling end over end. It comes to a stop lying on the driver side doors, headlights staring back at the road and Jen, tires spinning.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Jen says over and over as she runs to the crashed sedan. She hears moaning. Looking into the windshield she sees a couple in their mid forties. The driver, a man, is either dead or unconscious. His face covered with glass and impacted into the dirt. The female passenger, hanging limp by her seatbelt, is in and out of consciousness. Both are badly hurt and pinned in the car. After running her second lap around the crashed car and with despair growing heavier, she stops and screams. She slumps to the ground and begins to weep. If she stays to help these people she will loose her life for the murder of the two men. The Organization will kill her for sure. If she leaves, these two will die. Weeping uncontrollably for what seemed like an eternity, she suddenly stops. Slowly she looks up and as her eyes approach the stars everything in them that was innocent and pure shimmers out leaving a dull reflection of the soul inside. She slowly stands up and walks away.
With Josh and James stabilized and resting in the back, Jen reads a street sign illuminated in the suburban’s headlights, Welcome to Jackson Hole.
The curtain falls.
I just want to put it a quick GMs note here. I know I said it before but the termoil that Jen went through during the last act of the night was worth the whole thing. I hope I did the scene justice.
Anyway, that's it. Thanks everyone for coming by and reading. I hope it was as enjoyable to read as it was to write.
Thanks again Jonrog1 and Horacio. If it had not been for you two I would not have given this a try. I am glad I did.
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