Factory blown up...check. Shambles alive...check. Not knowing what the hell is going on...check. So, business as usual.
Messing with the wealthy can get real messy real quick though. Canning operations are at least on hold for a while and an anonymous tip to the FDA couldn't do any harm.
I'm getting a bit uneasy about leaving Nancy in charge of the office on her own for so long. Think it's time to blow this popsicle stand and get home.
De'ath managed to get us into a charity do that Huckabee was at. A good chance to wiegh him up and establish an alibi for later.
A most unexpected encounter; Kittrel! All this future stuff is freaky, partly because the files didn't even hint a Boston connection. Still he seems a bit of a fop and not as dangerous as thought...not gonna trust him though!
Getting close to the crunch a minor hiccup in the form of a drunk Kalebos. But Shambles stepped up to the plate to make sure Jahrous delivered the package.
So, yeah...BOOM! No more cannery and hopefully no more abomination. Shame about Jahrous, at least it wasn't Shambles. Which shows things can be changed, short term anyways.
Next on the list: look further into Huckabees affairs and find out how Kittrell fits in. Red Hollow's still bugging me too.
Oh got my shiny new watch...just need a cat now. A mean one maybe, can you get a watch cat?
Meow
Moran turned out to be a dead end, well he seems harmless...but you never know.
Me and Kalebos had a very short career in canning fish, but did find a nameless monstrosity in a pit under the factory. Some might call that a result and it was certainly enough for us to hightail it out of there.
So now we know about the pit and green stuff going in the food. Of course we agreed best course of action would be for Jahrous to deliver a bomb and blow it to hell.
Red Hollow, Red hollow, red Hollow, red hollow. Hmm sounds bad however you say it.
Guess that means we have to go have a look. Sucks to be us.
Ever get that feeling something, some event (not a good one) is fast approaching? I got that everyday now.
And I don't think I can put it down to, well just the plain weirdness of my life right now. Can't put my finger on it but it's like time's slipping...downhill to something we can't avoid. If what is going to happen can be changed maybe that other thing doesn't have to happen either.
Keep. Shambles. Alive.
No one said it was going to be easy...
Ok so I'm heading to the cop bar to scope out any dirt on the sanitorium and any local "masonic" groups. Then off to the nut house, maybe run in to Kittrell. So he's dangerous, means we're on the right track.
Shambles-joined NELAA to see what the stargazers are all about. Wants to check this dead, or not so dead, fortune teller; Wolf Deidrich Goodson.
De'ath and Jesus-think they were organising heading to Boston to check out the American Preservation League.
Someone mentioned the circus, that's such a bad idea. They have freaks, clowns and animals. They might have dogs too!
So these crazy proffesors show up with more papers...maybe it's just me but things make even less sense than before now.
There was a yeti in the library and the American Preservation League are pretty suspect...making them top of the list to check out.
No luck finding mention of the tears of azathoth in the Necronomicon...that was a waste of time and all I got out of it was a headache and disorientated. Could have been all that reading and my watch stopping...hmm yeah definatly need a new watch.
Can anyone else hear barking...
