Well, it all started when I arrived at PI5. I got stuck in a waiting room with five others, three of them professors, one antiquarian, and believe it or not, a negro* female doctor! Can you believe that? Not only a negro, not only a female, but a doctor to boost! Anyway, we sat there for a while, chatting about nothing, waiting for our briefing. After what seemed like ages, a man called us into an office, where another man tried to brief us. Truth be told, it’s a wonder we were able to understand what we were supposed to do, as the man kept derailing all the time, mostly ending the sentence with “that’s something you’re not cleared to know.”
Still, we managed to understand that we had to go to Arkham to meet an old guy that was dying in the hospital, so we loaded our automobiles, and went.
The old guy gave us a tin box, told us to send it back, and coughed lung tissue and blood all over Tobby. Then he died.
We went to the university, to the quarters of one of Prof. Berglund, opened the box, found another box inside it, with weird markings on it, a key and a deed to a farm out in the hicks. While the professors argued about the markings, I went to City Hall and was able to find out where the farm was located. As I got back, the others kept arguing about the marks, but I persuaded them to come with me to the farm.
Again in the automobiles, we got to the small village where the farm was supposed to be, but got a bit lost. With all that blabbering that went on in the car, who can blame a fella for getting lost, eh? Well, I went into the local store, where the locals had gathered to gossip. They were an inbred, redneck kinda folks, and really hostile towards me, but I managed to sweet talk them until they gave me what information I needed.
At the farm, the professors continued to talk about marks, but this time on the building, while the doc, that’s the negro female doc, and I went around the building, finding the back entrance open. We all gathered at the back, and entered the premises where we found signs of someone living. My first thought was, this is where a hobo lives, while the others started ranting about ghosts and whatnot. I have never seen a ghost, but I daresay they don’t light a fire in the fireplace to warm their baked beans. As there were sounds coming from the basement, I went down to check it out. And I was right! The hobo came rushing out from the corner, almost knocking me to the ground. He escaped up the stairs and out into the woods.
The professors found more paper that they could argue over, and me and the Russian, prof. Bobrikov tried to force open the door that lead up to the attic. Luckily it was the Russian that managed to open it, because there was a creature up there that almost took his head off as he peaked inside! I’ve seen a lot of blood before, but to see someone get their face almost torn off is a bit much, I’ll tell you that! The negro doctor managed to patch him together, so we drove him to the hospital. The poor son of a bitch was unconscious the whole time, and I guess that’s a blessing. They say he’ll be a-ok, but that he’ll have a disfiguring scar.
The other professors, Locke and Berglund, thought they had figured out the various papers they had found, and urged us to return to the blasted farm to preform some occult ritual at the stroke of midnight. I, who don’t believe in such nonsense, tagged along just to have something to laugh at, hoping that the animal in the attic had left. Turned out, that’s what we were going to capture with the ritual.
We started chanting in Latin at the stroke of midnight, and kept on chanting for hours, while a lot of weird things happened all around us. There came a screeching sound from the attic, the house shook so hard the walls started to crumble, and then it became silent. We chanted on, as prof. Locke had told us we had to make sure the ritual was done before we stopped, and we had no way to know if we were done or not. Suddenly the screeching started again, and we all got hit by acid dripping from the attic. It was unpleasant, I’ll tell you that! After being hit with acid, the crazy antiquarian decided to go up to see what was lurking in the attic, and I think he saw something nasty, because he came down like a sack of flour, screaming.
As we continued chanting, the house was attacked by what seemed to me like dead people. The hobo was back, and there was at least one woman there. Both had their guts ripped out, and a huge hole in their chest. It was so nasty to look at that I had to take a short break from the chanting. After I had pulled myself together, we finished the ritual. At the end, a creature from Hell fell from the attic into the middle of the pentagram we stood around. It was a moving mass of tentacles and mouths, and it tried to grab us. The negro doctor ran screaming out the door, but what can you expect from that kind. Superstitious bastards the lot of them! When she came back a good five minutes after, we had to physically hold her down until the ritual was over, because she wanted to go into the pentagram to hug the abomination.
As you can see by me sitting here, we managed to finish the ritual, and get the hell away from the farm. I’m telling you right here and now, that I’d rather spend a hundred years in a city than being on a farm for five minutes.
Oh, here’s the bill for my expenses. I had to bribe a few people to get the information. Who do I give it to?
- I just want to point out that it is the Investigator that is negative to African Americans, not the player!