Let's Sperg Kiwi Farms Plays: Call of Cthulhu - Go mad, rip your eyes out, die a horrible and painful death
- Thread starter Randall Fragg
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This one. PM me when you got the time. I'm writing up the basics of the campaign plot over the next three days and then hopefully posting it on Saturday. I'm hoping once the plot summery is out, more people will want to join, even if its one-shots (It's Coc, characters die so it's cool to have players play one off characters)
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Sorry for the double post. So far @Sable, @Rumpled Foreskin, @Gook Choy and @Randall Fragg are interested in a CoC game. If any one else is interested please PM me. The others, besides Fragg, can you send me a background for your character so I can write you into the campaign idea I have for the game?
Anyone who needs the 6th Edition/ 7th Edition rules PM and I'll link you to it.
https://kiwifarms.net/members/randall-fragg.2160/
Anyone who needs the 6th Edition/ 7th Edition rules PM and I'll link you to it.
https://kiwifarms.net/members/randall-fragg.2160/
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Just waiting for one more person to finish off the background for their character and I'll finish writing the beginning of the campaign. I may use a few things from Kings of Chicago, probably just reference what's going on in the city. After that, I just need copies of the character sheets. I already have @dannyfrickenp .
Two of the characters have expressed interest in playing characters associated with the mob (South Side Gang, commonly referred to later as "the Outfit") So you will run afoul of the law and NPC detectives as well as the North Side Gang (the gang used in Kings of Chicago)
Two of the characters have expressed interest in playing characters associated with the mob (South Side Gang, commonly referred to later as "the Outfit") So you will run afoul of the law and NPC detectives as well as the North Side Gang (the gang used in Kings of Chicago)
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We have another player making up a character so hopefully they'll be joining soon. Here's what I got for each of you. Mind you, it's a bit late and only started them 30 minutes ago
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Jimmy McMillan
The night's a bit rough, but you know this could be the scoop of the decade you think as you creep behind the wall of an old flagstone building making sure not to touch it's dirty grimy stones. Across the street you watch two of Dean O'Banion get out of their car and walk towards the newer brick apartments. This could be your chance to get more information on O'Banion and help put him away for good once your story hits the news.
As you creep slowly towards the apartments you notice clouds starting to build up, that's fine as long as it doesn't start to rain. Sneaking around back you notice one of the lights on, surely that's were those gangsters are. You take out your notepad and pencil read to jot down anything and everything they say.
For more than an hour all you hear from them is how someone named Reynolds owes them and even though he's a good bartender, he's going to have to pay up and how he will. As you notice they're leaving the room and into the next (maybe the living room?) you quickly scrabble to get under that window so you can hear the conversation better, but as you do you stubble on ehe soft earth falling and making a racket as you let go of your grip on your note pad and flies across, hitting an empty garbage bin down.
“Someones outside!” you hear one of the men yell as it starts to pour.
Slowly you try to get back on your feet, looking at your now soiled hands but you feel yourself sinking into the mud. Try as you might you can't get out, the more you flail the deeper you sank.
Cletus Lansky
You took a piece of shrapnel in the abdomen as a motor was fired directly into your trench. You knew you're one of the luckier ones as you saw your comrades bodies strewn about, most were not intact with their severed body parts laying haphazardly around you. You held your chest as you began bleed out.
Waking up you you're laying straight on your back as field nurses and doctors surround you. One of the doctors holds up a wicked locking knife and starts to cut into you, around your wound you think, but you really have no idea as the pain blurs your vision.
Once the doctor finishes you hear him mumble “damn it, there's something else inside” and starts to cut deeper, this time, you can see clearly. You can't see any of the doctors faces but you can see the piece of mortar that was inside your stomach and the whole that was once was whole. As you stare, you see tiny legs feel their way out of your wound , then another set, and another set, then out of no where they rush at you! All of those legs belonged to tiny spiders. As you begin to scream you can feel a multitude of legs crawl against your bare skin and their fangs pierce your flesh, injecting you with their toxins.
Alfred 'Alfie' Bowen
The night was long, you have so much paper work to go through, so many files of information to piece together to see if you can find the murderer of this young woman they found just a few days ago, but this wasn't getting you anywhere. The North Side Gang had police on the take and you knew not all of the information you needed was there.
You step outside your office to have a smoke, knowing that even if you were worked late the smell cigarettes would linger in the air and you know Mc.Donalds secretary or file clerk whatever it is he hired that woman for would complain in the morning.
It was windy as usual and the sound it made down this back alley made it sound like the alley itself was alive. You lit your cigarette and notice two small embers down the alley. Probably some other people lighting up a cig, then you notice those two small embers start getting larger as they came close to you. Lights from the nearby windows allowing you to get a clearer picture of what was coming.
You could hear it's hooves stomping all off the old cobblestone alley and the echoes they made, see it's nostrils flare up as it exhaled. You reach behind you to grab the door knob and get back inside but it's locked. You twist around banging at the door to be let in then you hear the creatures hooves scrap at cobblestones. You start to kick at the door to be let in but the door wont budge, you turn your head to look at the beast as it begins to charge at you.
Charlie Wattson
You had a long day at the library going through old text books, none of which were new to you. Many were in New York when you visited there last month, but you were told that there were older text yet in the basement. As you go down the stairs you take in the old pipework that was laid down you think around 1880. They were a little rusty, but sound.
I takes you a few hours but you managed to find the books you were told about, luckily you were given the go ahead to spend the night to do your research. As you pull out one of the old desks to use you hear flashes of lightning outside, but you know you're safe down here. The room you're has a single small window and enough room for the desk, you and the books you took out. You begin to set them across the desk in order of what to read first when you're startled by the sound of water rushing through the pipes overhead. “Nothing to worry about” you whisper,
Over of the course of just a few minutes though the sound gets worse and worse and you can hear the bolts holding some of the larger pipes up begin to rattle because of how much water is going through them.
Ping! PING! PING PING PING!!!
You look up as you hear bolts flying and watch as one of the pipes gives way and gallons of water start flooding in, then more pipes begin to burst. Within minutes the water is up to you waist. You have to get out! But as you look into the main room more and more pipes begin to burst and you notice water dripping down the walls and from the windows, over by the stairs you hear something akin to a landside as more water rushes down.
The night's a bit rough, but you know this could be the scoop of the decade you think as you creep behind the wall of an old flagstone building making sure not to touch it's dirty grimy stones. Across the street you watch two of Dean O'Banion get out of their car and walk towards the newer brick apartments. This could be your chance to get more information on O'Banion and help put him away for good once your story hits the news.
As you creep slowly towards the apartments you notice clouds starting to build up, that's fine as long as it doesn't start to rain. Sneaking around back you notice one of the lights on, surely that's were those gangsters are. You take out your notepad and pencil read to jot down anything and everything they say.
For more than an hour all you hear from them is how someone named Reynolds owes them and even though he's a good bartender, he's going to have to pay up and how he will. As you notice they're leaving the room and into the next (maybe the living room?) you quickly scrabble to get under that window so you can hear the conversation better, but as you do you stubble on ehe soft earth falling and making a racket as you let go of your grip on your note pad and flies across, hitting an empty garbage bin down.
“Someones outside!” you hear one of the men yell as it starts to pour.
Slowly you try to get back on your feet, looking at your now soiled hands but you feel yourself sinking into the mud. Try as you might you can't get out, the more you flail the deeper you sank.
Cletus Lansky
You took a piece of shrapnel in the abdomen as a motor was fired directly into your trench. You knew you're one of the luckier ones as you saw your comrades bodies strewn about, most were not intact with their severed body parts laying haphazardly around you. You held your chest as you began bleed out.
Waking up you you're laying straight on your back as field nurses and doctors surround you. One of the doctors holds up a wicked locking knife and starts to cut into you, around your wound you think, but you really have no idea as the pain blurs your vision.
Once the doctor finishes you hear him mumble “damn it, there's something else inside” and starts to cut deeper, this time, you can see clearly. You can't see any of the doctors faces but you can see the piece of mortar that was inside your stomach and the whole that was once was whole. As you stare, you see tiny legs feel their way out of your wound , then another set, and another set, then out of no where they rush at you! All of those legs belonged to tiny spiders. As you begin to scream you can feel a multitude of legs crawl against your bare skin and their fangs pierce your flesh, injecting you with their toxins.
Alfred 'Alfie' Bowen
The night was long, you have so much paper work to go through, so many files of information to piece together to see if you can find the murderer of this young woman they found just a few days ago, but this wasn't getting you anywhere. The North Side Gang had police on the take and you knew not all of the information you needed was there.
You step outside your office to have a smoke, knowing that even if you were worked late the smell cigarettes would linger in the air and you know Mc.Donalds secretary or file clerk whatever it is he hired that woman for would complain in the morning.
It was windy as usual and the sound it made down this back alley made it sound like the alley itself was alive. You lit your cigarette and notice two small embers down the alley. Probably some other people lighting up a cig, then you notice those two small embers start getting larger as they came close to you. Lights from the nearby windows allowing you to get a clearer picture of what was coming.
You could hear it's hooves stomping all off the old cobblestone alley and the echoes they made, see it's nostrils flare up as it exhaled. You reach behind you to grab the door knob and get back inside but it's locked. You twist around banging at the door to be let in then you hear the creatures hooves scrap at cobblestones. You start to kick at the door to be let in but the door wont budge, you turn your head to look at the beast as it begins to charge at you.
Charlie Wattson
You had a long day at the library going through old text books, none of which were new to you. Many were in New York when you visited there last month, but you were told that there were older text yet in the basement. As you go down the stairs you take in the old pipework that was laid down you think around 1880. They were a little rusty, but sound.
I takes you a few hours but you managed to find the books you were told about, luckily you were given the go ahead to spend the night to do your research. As you pull out one of the old desks to use you hear flashes of lightning outside, but you know you're safe down here. The room you're has a single small window and enough room for the desk, you and the books you took out. You begin to set them across the desk in order of what to read first when you're startled by the sound of water rushing through the pipes overhead. “Nothing to worry about” you whisper,
Over of the course of just a few minutes though the sound gets worse and worse and you can hear the bolts holding some of the larger pipes up begin to rattle because of how much water is going through them.
Ping! PING! PING PING PING!!!
You look up as you hear bolts flying and watch as one of the pipes gives way and gallons of water start flooding in, then more pipes begin to burst. Within minutes the water is up to you waist. You have to get out! But as you look into the main room more and more pipes begin to burst and you notice water dripping down the walls and from the windows, over by the stairs you hear something akin to a landside as more water rushes down.
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Cletus begins to scream in horror, and abandoning reasoning, attempts to rip the spiders out of his abdominal cavity.
"OH HOLY FUCK, GET EM OUTTA ME, GET EM OUTTA MEEEE!"
"OH HOLY FUCK, GET EM OUTTA ME, GET EM OUTTA MEEEE!"
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Alfie screams again and again at the door to be let in, pleas eventually losing all coherency as the sound of hoof-beats growing ever closer. "Let me in! LET ME IN! LETMEINOHGODOPENUPNOWHYOPEN" and eventually curls up at the base of the door, not daring to look towards the entrance of the alleyway.
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For those of you waking up make a sanity roll
(I feel sorry for poor poor Alfred)
(By the way, we have a new player I'll be writing him into the story in just a while, I just woke up.)
(I feel sorry for poor poor Alfred)
(By the way, we have a new player I'll be writing him into the story in just a while, I just woke up.)
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If you failed you would have taken a loss of sanity. Just due to how "tailored" each dream is.
Once each of you wake up you and get dressed, you feel the need to head out to Lou Mitchell's for some coffee and donut holes, maybe those other guys will be there so you can get that dream out of your head.
Each of the characters other than anyone working for the Mob only know each other because you all seem to be at Lou Mitchell's at the same time so you've all become acquaintances. It's if up to you how much each character knows about you as one of you is a detective, though that player could be investigating North Side Gang's activities instead of the South Side Mob.
(Sorry it took me a while to respond, fell back to sleep. I'll get @NotAKitty character written into the game within the hour. Sorry about that)
Once each of you wake up you and get dressed, you feel the need to head out to Lou Mitchell's for some coffee and donut holes, maybe those other guys will be there so you can get that dream out of your head.
Each of the characters other than anyone working for the Mob only know each other because you all seem to be at Lou Mitchell's at the same time so you've all become acquaintances. It's if up to you how much each character knows about you as one of you is a detective, though that player could be investigating North Side Gang's activities instead of the South Side Mob.
(Sorry it took me a while to respond, fell back to sleep. I'll get @NotAKitty character written into the game within the hour. Sorry about that)
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@NotAKitty
Father Patrick Donovan
You just finished taking your last confessional for the night. It seems like gangsters are getting to be more and more common at your church now days, although a lot of the time you don't see them back. You don't give that that much thought. You hope they turned their life around, but deep down you know that's probably not true.
Head to the small living quarters you have in the back of the church to rest up for the rest of the night, make some supper and read the news paper. Taking extra percussion with the the stove so do you don't get a flare up or anything.
After you finish your supper you sit down your favourite chair and start to read the paper and slowly start to fall asleep. Hours pass and you wake up coughing, your breathing laboured and your head dizzy. You quickly realize you may have left the gas stove on! Panicking you leap off your feet only to crash hard on to the floor holding your chest and head as vertigo sets in, your sudden fall disturbing the fork and and your knife all of the counter. You watch as they land together in a sicking CLANG and a spark ignite.
Make your sanity roll.(d100)
Father Patrick Donovan
You just finished taking your last confessional for the night. It seems like gangsters are getting to be more and more common at your church now days, although a lot of the time you don't see them back. You don't give that that much thought. You hope they turned their life around, but deep down you know that's probably not true.
Head to the small living quarters you have in the back of the church to rest up for the rest of the night, make some supper and read the news paper. Taking extra percussion with the the stove so do you don't get a flare up or anything.
After you finish your supper you sit down your favourite chair and start to read the paper and slowly start to fall asleep. Hours pass and you wake up coughing, your breathing laboured and your head dizzy. You quickly realize you may have left the gas stove on! Panicking you leap off your feet only to crash hard on to the floor holding your chest and head as vertigo sets in, your sudden fall disturbing the fork and and your knife all of the counter. You watch as they land together in a sicking CLANG and a spark ignite.
Make your sanity roll.(d100)
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Jimmy roils in the quaqmire; thick, chunky morsels of soil filling his throat and nostrils. His breath caught, he feels his eyes flood over with the rocky soot; his fingers flexing to grab something-anything-to pull himself free. Weightless in cold, wet darkness, he feels his life escaping.
Sanity Roll: 65.
Sanity Roll: 65.
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@Gook Choy. You wake up in a cold sweet thankful that it was all a dream. As you swing your legs off the bed you feel a small puddle of mud.
@NotAKitty You wake up screaming, grasping your chest as you breathe heavily. You start o feel dizzy and slam your head back down on the back of your chair, everything has gone black for a few seconds.
So far none of you have suffered from the nightmares you have had though Father Patrick Donovan and Jimmy McMillan have had something unexplained happen to them once they woke up. Maybe if you get to Lou Mitchell's and see if your friends are there and you can talk to them what happened to you. You feel like you need to talk to someone about this.
@NotAKitty You wake up screaming, grasping your chest as you breathe heavily. You start o feel dizzy and slam your head back down on the back of your chair, everything has gone black for a few seconds.
So far none of you have suffered from the nightmares you have had though Father Patrick Donovan and Jimmy McMillan have had something unexplained happen to them once they woke up. Maybe if you get to Lou Mitchell's and see if your friends are there and you can talk to them what happened to you. You feel like you need to talk to someone about this.
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Father Donovan groans and rises to his feet, checking the clock as he does so. It's nowhere near dawn, and he knows he won't be getting back to sleep any time soon. With a sigh of resignation, he locks up the church and leaves to wander the streets until the morning.
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@NotAKitty. You notice that the air is still a bit nippy, but should get nicer as the morning progresses. A few people on your block are out cleaning any remaining snow and clutter on the ground. It's Saturday so you shouldn't be needed at the church, at least until this afternoon when some other mobster comes back seeking confession again for whatever they did they previous night.
(In 1923, average temperature for Chicago was in the high 50's to low 60's in March) Current date is March 10th, 1923
(In 1923, average temperature for Chicago was in the high 50's to low 60's in March) Current date is March 10th, 1923