Friday, February 15, 2008

Session 2 - Trif's Alternity - Kellie

My chosen hobby has a lot of room for crazy, nut job, kool-aid drinkers who think the government is out to get them and the only way to deal is to embrace the second amendment like some favorite lover, but damn am I glad for them today.

Having my apartment overrun with werewolves, who may also have been snake people and maybe, at another point, robots, sure makes a girl love her guns.

Riding down the highway, listening to NPR soft jazz and end of the world rhythms also tends to put someone into a bit of a mood. It gave me a lot of time to think about the three werewolf-snakemen and then two more werewolves and god this whole thing has got my brain turned inside out.

Jessie isn't really helping. But I still can't tell if he's crazy, I'm crazy or we're both just crazy together. But temporarily safe, doing seventy-five miles per hour on our way to Canada on the lark of a probably-crazy kid makes me think maybe I've drunk that crazy-kool-aid too.

I killed four creatures today. One was definitely a werewolf, took his jaw clean off with a very nice shot, if i do say so myself, which I do, from a moving vehicle. The other three, well I can't even be sure now, I remember snakes and I remember werewolves and I *don't* remember snake-werewolves so it probably wasn't something in between.

I'd never shot something before today, well something that was alive before I shot it. Punching a few holes through a little piece of paper at 200m is one thing, taking some crazy werewolf's face off is something really different, I can't even begin to sort it out.

I'm just lucky I brought a gun to a werewolf fight.

And now my arm hurts, not from snakes or werewolves but from Jessie who's screaming for me to remember him. The kid's probably given me a scar to prove it, and I keep thinking, are mom and dad alright is James alright down in DC and did Bob from the gun range make it out of the city.

And goddamn I'm hungry. I could really go for some beef chow mein.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Session 2 - Triften's Alternity game

I don't know how many times I've written this down. Everything seems to blur together. Also, the dates are all wrong, so I'll just say "Day 1".

Day 1:
I'm in New York City. Not the lab. I guess Rithers isn't a total dick here and he helped me escape. I'm also not drugged. I think I'd been out for close to a month, everything is so much clearer, even the headaches. Clear icepicks instead of blurry bricks.

Here, it's these werewolf things. I think I like them over the robots.

I got out of the city with some Army guy and this gun-nut woman. They could be dating, I don't know. It's hard to have normal conversations when shit like this happens. Anyway, we picked up some Chinese guy who's heavily armed and says he's a grad student. Yeah, right. Lamest cover story I've ever heard.

The most important part is that they remember the worms. Almost everyone I've met doesn't remember. That's why they think I'm crazy. That's one reason I got locked away. I guess screaming about robots or mutants doesn't go well with fitting in. Well, they remembered... eventually, and that's what matters.

I remembered, too. I remembered Kitchener so we're heading north. I hope there's people there this time. I hope they make it... and I hope they remember me.

P.S. You assholes can add this to my file and up my meds. I don't give a shit, I'll be out of here soon enough, if I don't starve first.

Session 1 - Triften's Alternity game

POLICE WIRETAP 2010-00043511
APPROVED BY NEW YORK COURT
RECORD NUMBER 09-00876621-6
(917) 635-XXXX

FRIDAY, APRIL 16 - 17:16
XU FEI: THE MATTER IS TAKEN CARE OF.

UNKNOWN: YOU'VE SENT... "YEE" OR WHATEVER HE'S CALLING HIMSELF THESE DAYS?

XF: OF COURSE. FEW WORK FOR SO LITTLE. HE DOES IT FOR THE ENJOYMENT OF IT... AND HE'S IN NO POSITION TO DEMAND MORE.

UNKNOWN: WE ARE GLAD THIS MATTER WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF.

XF: YES. YES, WE ARE.

END OF CALL
FRIDAY, APRIL 16 - 17:17

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E911 CALL LOGS - NYC DISTRICT 2
OPERATOR 0744
EXCERPTS FROM MONDAY APRIL 19 2010

15:03
OPERATOR: 911, WHAT IS THE NATURE OF YOUR EMERGENCY?

WOMAN: MY SON WON'T WAKE UP... HE'S- HE'S BEEN IN HIS ROOM FOR A WHILE...

OPERATOR: HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN UNCONSCIOUS?

WOMAN: UM... I DON'T KNOW. I- HE WENT IN HIS ROOM ON FRIDAY AND I DIDN'T SEE HIM AFTER THAT. I WENT TO CHECK ON HIM THIS MORNING BECAUSE HIS WORK CALLED AND HE WON'T WAKE UP.

OPERATOR: WHAT IS YOUR ADDRESS?

WOMAN: (DELETED)

OPERATOR: MA'AM, WE'RE SENDING AN AMBULANCE OVER. PLEASE STAY ON THE LINE UNTIL THE AMBULANCE ARRIVES. MAKE SURE YOUR SON IS STILL BREATHING.

[EDITED]

WOMAN: THE AMBULANCE IS PULLING UP NOW.

OPERATOR: OKAY, MA'AM, I'VE GOTTEN WORD FROM THE E.M.T.S SO I'M GOING TO RELEASE THE LINE.

WOMAN: THANK YOU.

[ON HOOK]

15:27
[RECORDER ACTIVATED - NO INCOMING CALL]
OPERATOR: I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON, FRANK.

OPERATOR: STAY AWAY FROM ME, FRANK.

OPERATOR: DEAR GOD.

(SOUNDS OF STRUGGLE, GUNSHOT)

OPERATOR: I'M SORRY, FRANK... I'M SO SOR-

(SCREAMS, MORE GUNSHOTS)

OPERATOR: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?