((Hey everybody! It’s me, as it often
is! Just wanted to get a note out about December before I begin my
entry. I just wanted to say that for the last entry, there will be a
story rather than a post. It will be worth double the normal amount
for an entry, so 8. Like before, it will be graded differently. The
deadline is the 1st of the new year, so each of you will
be able to have two full months to write your entry. The rules are
these:
- At least 750 Words.
- Written in 3rd person, past tense.
- Describes events that actually occurred in the month of December
A story that conforms to these rules
and is posted by the first of January will be worth 8 exp. Late posts
will be worth 6, and be made any time before the conclusion to the rp
actually happens. Those who complete the story on time also receive
bonus points equal to 3/4ths of the points they have missed over the
course of the whole RP as bonus points. This means that yes, writing
two pages on MS word will get you close to the exp count of the other
players for the final sessions. This is intended to bring balance to
the game for those that have slacked off.
Oh, and the final confrontation will
take place in Jerusalem, so if you can find your own reasons to be
there by the end of your story that would be great.
Please take the time to write a story.
It will bring an awesome end to a really cool RP. IT’s the home
stretch, don’t give up yet!))
Not much time. Little to say. Things
are doing really good here in Jefferson City, which happens to be
where I am. Yeah, not all that big a place. Little corner of
Missouri, not much going on. But it’s /my/ little corner of
Missouri, where Outsiders trod not, neither do they torment. The
spell that I worked to protect the city is holding, though it has
become very different to keep maintained.
The problem is attacks from the inside.
There is an insidious cult gaining membership here in town, which
seems to be relying on the fear of the ever-encroaching outsiders to
manipulate the weakest and the impoverished to join. As of yet, I
have been unable to locate where the cult meets, though each time
they let an outsider loose in the city my spell grows weaker, and I
have to expend great energy to restore it to normal. I have managed
to learn very little about the cult, except that judging by the
disappearances there have been in the city, it only recruits young
women about 16-30. Plenty of those recruits show up dead in the river
a few days later, and the general mood of the city has suffered
tremendously as a result.
Can any of you sense what I sense?
Something is coming. The end, I think. Of all this. We’re out of
time. The Old ones are back. I hear disturbing rumors that Cuthulu
has returned to life. The stars have come right again, and he brings
others with him. If this is true, he has yet to reach the world at
large, and must travel one city at a time. Several large cities on
the west coast have gone dark. We get on reply over radio anymore,
and no more convoys. I worry about what may have happened. I can
fight outsiders. But not the Great Old Ones. I don’t know that any
of us can.
-Christian
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