Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of ninth session — June 13th, 1993
Don Rice– Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. consultant
Mr Shiny– Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent
Opening “DG Game 9” for recording.
NOTE: a portion of the log is missing here due to a power outage during the game. The agents have stopped their car and emerged to see what happened to the dog-thing.
Gary Nedler: Okay, so the driver grabbed a MAC-10 and walked back with us.
Agent Fenemore: Anyway, am I there yet?
Pagan Pub: As you’re heading back to the point where Rex went off the side, you get a look at what is behind you.
Agent Fenemore: A sanity-reducing look?
Pagan Pub: A couple miles back, there’s a massive pile-up almost a mile long. You can hear emergency vehicles, but you can’t even see them from here. No traffic is getting through at all.
Pagan Pub: There’s several burning wrecks back there as well.
Pagan Pub: It’s a tremendous mess. You’re not looking forward to meeting with Gaston.
Pagan Pub: Not that he’s going to blame you, but…
Pagan Pub: You guys trot over to the edge of the overpass.
Pagan Pub: The driver in hot pursuit.
Gary Nedler: Hey, when US Senators screw up, they really screw up.
Pagan Pub: [jog, jog]
Agent Fenemore: so what do we see
Pagan Pub: At the edge, you take a look over. Cars are passing below.
Agent Fenemore: and…
Pagan Pub: There’s a big blood splortch on the road.
Agent Fenemore: anything else
Pagan Pub: No body in sight. Maybe it got stuck to the front of a semi?
Gary Nedler: Yeah, right.
Agent Fenemore: Or disappeared?
Pagan Pub: Give me Spot Hidden rolls.
OnlineHost: Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 75
Gary Nedler: That was a failure for me.
OnlineHost: Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 24
Agent Fenemore: I think I made it
Pagan Pub: Fenemore: About a half mile down the road below you, you spot a crumpled shape on the shoulder.
Agent Fenemore: What’s the fastest way down there?
Pagan Pub: There’s an exit ramp back up just a bit…half mile or so.
Gary Nedler: “Man, that wolf’s gone … what are you looking at, Kyle?”
Agent Fenemore: To the car!
Gary Nedler: :: follows ::
Agent Fenemore: Jump behind wheel and head for ramp
Pagan Pub: “The car ain’t going nowhere, pal,” says the driver. “Tires are shot, and I think we broke an axle.”
Agent Fenemore: scratch that – any working cars nearby – if not run
Pagan Pub: Noting close. You guys shut off the highway a few miles back. 😉
Agent Fenemore: ::running:::
Pagan Pub: [jog, jog]
Gary Nedler: Radio’s dead, right?
Pagan Pub: Yup.
Gary Nedler: :: follows :: (sound of burning bridges)
Pagan Pub: You guys take off running down the road and run down the ramp.
Pagan Pub: No worries about traffic!
Gary Nedler: BTW, is the crystal on me, on Kyle, on the driver (heh!), or in the car?
Pagan Pub: You hit the ground and sprint. Crystal: your call.
Gary Nedler: Guess it’s on me, then.
Pagan Pub: Quarter-mile now. Definitely something on the shoulder of the road.
Agent Fenemore: ::run::
Pagan Pub: SAN rolls, please.
OnlineHost: Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 46
OnlineHost: Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 20
Pagan Pub: Take a point.
Agent Fenemore: no worries
Pagan Pub: Lying here is the dog-beast. Also lying here is the bellhop Rex. More accurately, part of each is here fused together.
Agent Fenemore: what is it?
Gary Nedler: Okay (oops, what’s my SANity? Still at Max?)
Pagan Pub: The top half is Rex, the bottom half the dog-thing. Both halves are not quite complete; the flesh is shiny and stretched, and looks very raw even where uninjured. Rex’s features are distorted.
Pagan Pub: It looks as if he was transforming from one to the other when he died.
Pagan Pub: And yes, he is dead.
Gary Nedler: There’re open bullet wounds and they’re not pumping?
Pagan Pub: Nope. No pumping action.
Gary Nedler: Just making sure.
Pagan Pub: He’s deader than disco.
Gary Nedler: Any clothes on the Rex part of the creature? Pockets? ID?
Pagan Pub: Yeah there is something resembling clothing but it’s melded with his flesh.
Gary Nedler: Yum!
Pagan Pub: No signs of other objects.
Gary Nedler: Fingerprints possible? Toe prints?
Pagan Pub: No toes. Fingers are very unlikely.
Pagan Pub: The clothing doesn’t appear to be made of cloth, at least not in this state.
Agent Fenemore: Phones nearby?
Pagan Pub: There’s a gas station about a mile off.
Gary Nedler: “You go, man, I’ll stay here.” (want to hear this conversation )
Gary Nedler: Driver looking a little greener?
Pagan Pub: He is staying a bit further back.
Pagan Pub: “Oh man, what the hell is it? Is that what was on the car?”
Gary Nedler: Smart. “Yes, man, things are stranger than you know.”
Pagan Pub: Fenemore, you going to gas station?
Agent Fenemore: ::going to gas station:: – to driver “Why don’t you stay here and keep guard?”
Pagan Pub: “Phew! Guy’s street pizza. Uh, sure, sure.”
Gary Nedler: Examine creature’s wounds carefully.
Gary Nedler: Are there signs the mace was effective? What about the taser?
Gary Nedler: Also, are there partially healed bullet wounds from the hotel?
Pagan Pub: Definitely bullet wounds, broken bones, concussions, etc. on the lower half of the body.
Pagan Pub: Top half is hard to say. No bullet wounds, definitely, up there.
Gary Nedler: Top half looks like Rex, now, right? Or have I got that backwards?
Pagan Pub: Correct.
Pagan Pub: Can’t tell about the mace or taser. Can’t spot old wounds on lower half.
Gary Nedler: Okay, is the taser dart visible anywhere? Etc.
Pagan Pub: No sign of dart.
Gary Nedler: Dart hit upper torso, right?
Pagan Pub: Yup.
Pagan Pub: Fenemore, you reach the gas station. Pay phone.
Agent Fenemore: call gaston using whatever s.o.p. we’ve worked out – request assistance
Pagan Pub: “No shit! What the hell happened?!”
Agent Fenemore: “Rex came back – a little trouble with a car trailer – we have its remains – definately required OUR specialties.”
Pagan Pub: “Okay, I know there’s an APB out for your car. Stay clear of it. We’ll pick you up at the gas station there and get you guys out of the area.”
Agent Fenemore: “We’ll need a meat wagon for the dog”
Pagan Pub: Nedler, the corpse is starting to run.
Gary Nedler: What!
Pagan Pub: I mean, like a liquid.
Gary Nedler: Whew. Okay, SANity roll:
OnlineHost: Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 98
Gary Nedler: Blew it big time, I think.
Agent Fenemore: ::do I hear the scream?:::
Pagan Pub: Nedler, you come to in the back of an agency sedan.
Pagan Pub: Some ten minutes later.
Gary Nedler: “Bbblbbb llllrrrrg bbb lll …. What happened?”
Pagan Pub: Fenemore, anything you wanted to do while you waited? Nedler is unresponsive but driver is okay.
Agent Fenemore: Did our boys save any of the body?
Pagan Pub: Well, there’s a good bit of slimy goo on the tar in the general outline of the creature.
Pagan Pub: You guys can scrape a layer of slime off the asphalt.
Agent Fenemore: ::scrape:::
Agent Fenemore: Who does Gaston send?
Pagan Pub: A couple of flunkys with BIG guns.
Pagan Pub: Nedler, you come to in the car and feel okay. The smell just overpowered you, or something did.
Pagan Pub: Okay, you guys are in the back of the car. You have samples. You drive to meet with Gaston back at the hospital. Starbird is there as well.
Gary Nedler: Make sure Gaston recovers luggage.
Pagan Pub: No problem. You make your report, which he accepts shaking his head. “At least that thing is dead.”
Pagan Pub: At last count, 36 casualties on I-70.
Pagan Pub: Traffic is backed up eight miles.
Gary Nedler: “Yeah, man, but what if there’s more?”
Pagan Pub: Starbird fingers his pistol. “Wish I’d been there.”
Pagan Pub: “But I’m glad you guys got him.”
Gary Nedler: “Shoot, man, we should have brought a camera. No hard evidence.”
Pagan Pub: DiTorrio has been at his St. Louis office taking care of business. He has not been in touch with Valiant again and has said nothing on his office phone that would be suspicious.
Pagan Pub: The Enolsis storefront is under watch. Presumably Valiant is still there.
Gary Nedler: Wait, Valiant is at Enolsis *here*? Not in Tulsa? Boy was I out of it.
Pagan Pub: Yes, LOCAL outlet. St. Louis P.D. has no criminal record for “Doug Waters” but his normal stuff is on file. He’s about 30 years old, but only applied for driver’s license, etc. about 2 years ago.
Gary Nedler: Coincidentally, about the time Valiant disappeared.
Gary Nedler: Raid the Enolsis outlet?
Agent Fenemore: sounds good
Gary Nedler: Should we write Tulsa off?
Agent Fenemore: maybe for now
Gary Nedler: We don’t have a surveillance group on Doug Waters right now, right?
Gary Nedler: So we don’t know if he’s hiding or not.
Pagan Pub: One is on the local store and on his apartment building. No sign of him, but he may still be at Enolsis.
Gary Nedler: No one’s seen his face, though, right?
Gary Nedler: (recently, I mean)
Pagan Pub: Nope.
Agent Fenemore: do we have a make on everyone into or out of enolis yet?
Pagan Pub: The team is keeping track of comings and goings. Nothing much yet.
Gary Nedler: What do the Rex-samples we have consist of?
Pagan Pub: It’s organic matter, resembling human flesh and muscle tissue after some kind of molecular solvent has been applied.
Pagan Pub: Like meat left sitting in acid.
Gary Nedler: Yum. Okay, have them test it for reactive agents like acid, wolfsbane, silver, mace, etc.
Gary Nedler: Have them be VERY careful.
Gary Nedler: “Man, treat this stuff like it could give you AIDS, okay.”
Pagan Pub: You mean to see what might be effective?
Pagan Pub: Against it?
Gary Nedler: You got it.
Pagan Pub: Against it. Okay.
Pagan Pub: They’ll be busy for a while.
Gary Nedler: I want to know what we can use that works better than bullets.
Gary Nedler: Also, does it seem to regenerate at all?
Pagan Pub: It’s on the list.
Gary Nedler: As far as raiding Enolsis, maybe we could be more subtle.
Gary Nedler: Walk in and snoop again.
Agent Fenemore: We could infiltrate…
Pagan Pub: Tap on Enolsis phone: secretary is running down the list of members, it seems, and calling them up.
Pagan Pub: She says about the same thing every time.
Pagan Pub: “Hi, so-and-so. This is Sarah from Enolsis? We’re having a very important meeting tonight and we really need you there if you can make it. The city is trying to shut us down, and we’ve got to talk and get organized. We’re going to meditate on the problem, so bring your focus.”
Pagan Pub: 7pm this evening, about 4 hours from now.
Gary Nedler: Bingo. I can attend; say I heard about it through distributor channels.
Pagan Pub: You’ve even got a crystal. 😉
Gary Nedler: Kyle can come as my silent-but-in-need-of-guidance assistant.
Pagan Pub: [like Vanna White]
Gary Nedler: Can we trump up some crystals so I can not meditate on the real one if I don’t want to? It’s a standard New Agey item, right?
Pagan Pub: Sure, no problem. The ones you saw on display at Enolsis were larger than yours, though.
Gary Nedler: Really. Did they have a range of sizes, or were they all standard?
Pagan Pub: The ones you saw looked standard, about twice as big as yours.
Agent Fenemore: I arrange to wear a wire to FBI van outside
Pagan Pub: No problem, Fenemore.
Gary Nedler: By “yours” you mean the one from the Senator incident, right?
Pagan Pub: Correct.
Gary Nedler: Well, can we lay our hands on subsitutes that look like their display models?
Pagan Pub: Sure, no problem.
Gary Nedler: Perfect, Kyle’s hair is already too white.
Pagan Pub: Heh!
OnlineHost: Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 28
Pagan Pub: Fenemore, you gotten any dye or anything yet? Or want to now? Or just leave it white?
Gary Nedler: That’s right, you weren’t with us before, so they don’t know what your hair looked like.
Agent Fenemore: Why fight nature – I was saying – leave it white until i need a disguise
Pagan Pub: Okay, no problem.
Pagan Pub: So — is this a definite? You’re going to this meeting?
Gary Nedler: Yes, I think we should definitely attend the meeting.
Pagan Pub: Oh good. I’m pleased.
Gary Nedler: [you’re pleased? Uh oh.]
Pagan Pub: [rubs hands together and laughs maniacally]
Agent Fenemore: Did I say the Enolsis meeting? Oh, I meant AA – no Lions Club – no Boy Scouts…
Agent Fenemore: Did I mention my Elder Sign Tattoo?
Pagan Pub: [Too late now, laughing boy!]
Gary Nedler: How many Enolsis members are we talking about?
Pagan Pub: Well, the whole membership locally is 70+. You don’t know how many will actually make it.
Pagan Pub: Okay, questions or preparations off the top of your heads?
Pagan Pub: Actually, not preparations — save that for next time.
Pagan Pub: But other things you want to do between now and the meeting?
Gary Nedler: Um, this is a long shot, but see if a police dog can get a scent trace off the Rex-samples. Might be useful later.
Pagan Pub: Well, the dog can smell it when you have a place for it to search, but not much good til then.
Gary Nedler: That’s what I meant, I guess.
Gary Nedler: Also, Clarence asked about silver bullets. Were they actually available?
Pagan Pub: Being made. They’ll have some for you tomorrow afternoon.
Gary Nedler: Not tonight?
Pagan Pub: Uh, unlikely. Gaston has got a LOT on his hands right now. He’s holed up someplace with a number of bigwigs trying to cover their collective asses on the highway disaster.
Agent Fenemore: Well should we wrap it up – DOUBLE OVERTIME!!!!!!
Pagan Pub: Oh lord.
Pagan Pub: Yeah, that’s what I was heading for. This is a good place to stop.
Gary Nedler: I have two roommates making sports noises too. Stereo.
Pagan Pub: Heh!
Pagan Pub: Well gents, congrats. We’re almost ready for the Showdown in St. Louis. With luck you’ll have George Marshall backing you up. Starbird will be in the van listening to Fenemore’s tap with a bunch of thugs.
Gary Nedler: All right. Next time is also Sunday night?
Agent Fenemore: ok
Pagan Pub: Yep. Same time, place, etc. Just bring some bandages.
Gary Nedler: What, for the werewolf?
Gary Nedler: (cocky)
Pagan Pub: [snicker]
Pagan Pub: Yeah, right. 😉
Pagan Pub: Thanks for playing!