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Monday, May 18, 2009
(After playing the end of the Call of C’thulhu scenario “Momento Mori” by J.B. Hill from Challenge Magazine #74 from 1 p.m. to 10 p.m. Saturday with D.J.)
Johanson ran. He ran and ran as fast as he could but it wasn’t enough. The spider was simply faster and it knew the terrain. Johanson didn’t.
It caught him.
It lifted him to its horrible face but then hesitated and looked him over, almost seeming to
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It had snowed about three inches by the next morning, Sunday, December 12, 1926. They found no new tracks around the house. Hook checked his trap but found it untouched.
With Dr. Brooks’ help, Henry made breakfast. They had scrambled eggs and bacon as well as fried potatoes.
They headed into the woods after they ate, Mathers and Hook taking their shotguns with them. They explored the woods for hours, the freshly fallen snow giving them confidence,
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Hook sat down in a chair, picking up one of the whiskey bottles that still had some liquid in it and taking a swig. He had ridden over with Henry in the Rolls Royce Phantom 1. Macy had insisted on taking the Stutz Bearcat, despite the cold, and Dr. Brooks had ridden with him, both of them bundled up for the trip. Hook had also heard that Macy had a reputation as a poor driver. He liked to drive fast and didn’t always pay attention to where he was going.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
(After playing the Call of C’thulhu scenario “Momento Mori” by J.B. Hill from Challenge Magazine #74 from 1 p.m. to 10 p.m. Saturday with D.J., Steve, Kim, Scott Allen, Matt, and Anne Nader.)
Professor Johanson was diagnosed with shell shock during his stay at Arkham Sanitarium in the Fall and early Winter of 1926. It was learned that he also suffered from Telephonaphobia and a phobia of dead bodies. All of it seemed to stem from dreams,
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On Tuesday, Sept. 21, 1926, the Fokker FIII set down on the ice near the tiny fishing village of Hudsonland. The aircraft had been equipped with skiis in Canada and landed on a sheet of ice just inland of the village. Everything was covered in snow and ice and a cold wind blew from the north.
The four parka-clad men and their similarly attired pilot left the Fokker FIII and made inquiries in the tiny village. The only business there was a small general store