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...
So, stop the fish people plot to take over the world and deal with Walsh; done. Well you would think so...
Another message from the future showed up, not sure I actually want to read it. Who the hell are these Armitage guys and what have they got us in to?
So we had this great plan...but sorta ended up winging it after we found out the van was making a pick up not a delivery.
A lot guys in robes too, easy to blend in if you get my drift. And if the van door was open with the keys in what would you do? Of course while crashing through the fence it crossed my mind I could have just taken the keys...what a dolt!
So new plan...get the van out of sight and stash it; what were they loading anyways? Next, come back and raid the club for info...if Gardiner and Walsh make an appearance I got a rifle and a big scary knife handy.
Getting the goods is...well all good, but there a lot of people can't get revenge on those two cos they're dead. Now that's my job.
Santa please bring me:
Can(s) of petrol
Empty bottles
Rags
Dynamite?
Lock picks
Powerful torch
Army issue backpack (swag bag)
Fast get away car
And...a hope in hell
That should about do it...
OK the nights fast approaching and everyones getting prepared.
Glad I'm not looking at that crazy book...what the hell is a Necronomicon anyway?
I got an idea, one that might get me killed or maybe just save us all. After planting a few seeds of doubt with Diamonds men I'm going to try and talk Dock Vogan into a coup attempt. Starting with Diamonds new best friend, Gardiner. He's crazy enough to do it and reckon there might be enough guys with him or scared of him to pull it off.
One more thing, the knife. It could be handy so think I'll stop by the university and pick it up. They might even have a translation of the writing too.
Before this all kicks off I want to take everyone to Franks place for a drink; would be good to have Nancy there too. Give me a chance to witness and give her my will...
Note to self; these university types talk to much.
We need to do something and fast before whats in those files actually comes true.
We got a distraction of a small army of hobos so we can raid the boat club.
Waiting for the next full moon when theres a drop off by van.
Plan is basically get in, get as much goods on them as we can, torch the place and get out. What can possibly go wrong haha!
Lets go in a dark cave thats hard to get to and poke about a bit...worst plan ever!
At least the guys beleive me now. But turns out theres worse than Gardiner...I need a bigger gun. So anyway we find out these fish people been kidnapping and I guess sacrificing hobos.
Reminds me of what happened to her. I cant bring her back but I can sure make life difficult for these monstrous bastards!
Oh and I picked up a bit of evidence, a big and very sharp knife with freaky writing on the blade.
OK things aint been going exactly to plan.
First I get hit with my own baseball bat in my own office. Only a warning of course, the mook had a gun. Then at the yacht club I see this distinctly efeminate henchman on his own and go for a bit of payback...tell you what, he dont hit like no girl!
Seeing as he bested me I tried to turn him on his boss, Diamond, voodoo is bad for business. Could be interesting if he bites.
Nancy found what looks like a file extract under my office door. Didn't let her see it...scares me god knows what it would do to the poor girl.
Might be a warning, might be someone trying to tell me I was right...she was murdered and mutilated for a reason.
If it was a warning they made a big mistake.
They'll pay; whoever did it, everyone involved, anyone who stood by and let it happen. Even if it means I fry in the big chair, I'm not worth a dam without her anyway.
NOTES ON SUBJECT: Dawson, Sam (see photo attached)
Two proffesional fights at Lightweight.
One win by KO and one draw on points.
Quit boxing at request of girlfriend and joined Arkham PD.
Promoted to detective two years later, after rescuing two officers from a burning warehouse during prohibition raid.
Discharged from the department after 5 years service; became unstable following passing of wife. Allegedly beat a prisoner in to hospital.
Set up as PI shortly after and still operating after 7 years.
Known associates: Frank, owner of O'Reillys bar and Nancy, secretary
Warning: To be considered "involved" and possible hazzard after looking in to death of wife. Seems aware fire at house was to take care of evidence...didn't take the hint.
