Here's the last events of the last thread just for quick reference.

Eventually after walking through the hallways, we make our way to what looks like used to be the front of the school building. There is a principals office next to the two large boarded up front doors. Graffiti is spray painted over it saying "There was a hole here, it's gone now." Some sort of inside joke I imagine. The walls are lined with lockers all the way down and a single pay phone sets next to the door to the principal's office.

"Finally," Koffer says, as he rummages through his pockets looking for quarters, "shit, I'm broke. You got anything?"

"No," I answer, in a condescending voice.

"Hold your ears. This might be against the law, but I'm declaring this an emergency area. You won't tell will you?"

Koffer smirks as I plug my ears. He stands to the side of the pay phone and fires the .45 1911 into the base of the phone.

A fountain of coins pour from it's insides.

"God, that never ceases to make me feel cool."

Koffer picks up some of the excess coins off the floor and starts to make a call, quickly punching in the numbers for 911.

"Hello? This is Officer Terry Koffer, I nee-. Yes...yes he is. But I don-. Look godamnit this is an emergency and I-...I...I understand."

Koffer turns his head to me and looks me up and down.

"The operator wants to speak with you."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah."

I walk over and pick up the phone.

PT 1/2

"Hel-"

A familiar voice is on the other line.

"Now listen James, I'm going to need you to listen very closely, do you understand?"

"D-Deborah? Why are yo-"

"Just listen James."

The sound on the other side of the line crackles for a bit as it sound like the phone moves. On the other side, I can hear the faint low quality buzzing of a recording start.

"Yeah...Yeah..."

Koffer's voice? Sounds like one side of a phone conversation.

"Yeah, no, I mean I didn't put you in the report...Well you're my brother and I have to protect you. Now that dad's gone we're all we've got left right? No, no, I'll make sure that no one ever finds out. No one even suspects you.......Well it's not like you meant to kill them. You were just drunk and didn't have the brains to call for a cab. It's not your fault alright? Ar-Arth...ARTHUR! Just listen to me alright? Take the car and put it in your garage. I've got some guys coming by to take care of it. Did anyone see you? What do you mean the mom saw you? How the fuck does that work? Well fucking JESUS Arthur use your godamn head for once and the next time you do a FUCKING HIT AND RUN DON'T GET OUT OF THE FUCKIN CAR TO CHECK IF THEY'RE ALIVE...Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you. Just get to the house, put the car in the shop or your garage or something and I'll have it taken care of...yeah...yeah...okay...I love you too...okay...bye."

>>38518763
You get hung up on something man?

>>38519922
My mother in law came over unexpectedly. Sorry, she just left. I'm workin' I'm workin'.

>>38519970
alright. cool

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The recording noise stops playing and a dial tone comes in from the other side of the phone.

I look over at Koffer. He seems to noticed that I'm not talking to the operator anymore.

"So? You know her or something? Well? Say somethin' damn it. Tell her we've been kidnapped! Go on!"

He waves his hands in a pushing motion towards me.

I debate putting the phone back up or feigning still talking to the operator.

Koffer pulls his cigarettes again and behinds to light one.

I'm honestly not sure what to think about what I've heard. A lot of strange things have gone on recently, and I can't be sure that was even a real recording...

>Fake a conversation with the operator
>Hang the phone up and tell him there's nothing but a dial tone
>Hang phone up and confront Koffer over the recording


>>38520015
Thanks for keeping the thread alive while that jazz went down.

>>38520121
>>Hang the phone up and tell him there's nothing but a dial tone

>>38520121
>Hang the phone up and tell him there's nothing but a dial tone

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>>38520173
>>38520188
I lower the phone to my shoulder and look at Koffer.

"I don't know what happened...there's nothing but a dial tone."

Koffer seems visibly shaken.

"W-What?!" He drops the cigarette that has been loosely hanging from his lips and rushes over to the phone knocking me to the side in the process. "That bitch better not have hung up on us! We probably just ran out of time. Godamn it, you should have told the bitch what was going on in the first place instead of standing there listening like a buffoon!"

Koffer gets down on his knees and starts quickly picking up a couple of more quarters from the ground. He brings the phone up to his ear and puts in 3 more quarters. He presses repeatedly "911" into the keys until he eventually gives up.

He lets out a heavy sigh and pushes his face into the wall next to the phone. "Nothing...not even a dial tone now. Someone must have cut the phone line." He peeks over to the front doors. "Boarded up huh? Looks like we're not getting out through the front. We should probably try to find our way to the roof, maybe we can signal someone from there. You know morse code or anything?"

Koffer has a habit of talking to himself, and now that I've figured that out I've started to get a habit of not listening to him. I ponder over the phone message again and again.

"Hey, you listening?" Koffer doesn't remove his face from the wall. "I asked you a question."

Well, I don't know morse code, but I do know some standard emergency signals the army taught me. But should I even trust this man? What if this is all set up by him? That's a complete possibility...I mean...lets be honest, he IMMEDIATELY figured I was the one behind this. That's EXACTLY what someone would do if they didn't want me to shift blame onto them. Jesus, I've got to make a decision and fast. I'm not even sure what to say to Koffer...What do I do?

Ah shit, just realized I wasn't using my trip. I'll try to keep that up to keep from any confusion. Anyways, this particular part is pretty open, you guys can do mostly anything. Hell, you could even steal the guns from him if you wanted.

>>38520706
Tell him no we don't know morse code, grab a bludgeon for "defense" Conk him on the head when his back is turned. Tie him ups teal guns, interrogate him.

>>38520441
Can't we subtly drop shit about it? Try bringing up that "accident" repeatedly, theories, conspiracies, what if the driver was drunk and had a friend... etc?

>>38520914
>>38520979
You guys can do either of these. But honestly they're so drastically different, I don't feel I can write a post that will satisfy the both of you. You'll have to decide on one.

>>38521012
I feel attacking the guy with two firearms is a bad idea... we might be able to guilt trip it out of him or at least start to suggest the notion we know he did something... someone, or something, clearly wants to bring us down to there level, to make us a killer, to tie this man up for his sins and punish him. This is below us, he helped to cover up another mans terrible decisions, decisions that ruined three lives that day. He should pay for what hes done, but we have no right to make him pay, only he does.

>>38521198
Attacking a guy with two firearms may very well, as it would be in real life, be a bad idea. I will say that if you get shot, that's that man, depending on how the rolls go, it could kill you. I mean, a .45 is no joke when it comes to getting shot.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

Rolling for dice gods favor.

>>38521431
Well, if we go the combat route we wont necessarily die immediately, still probably shouldn't and I seem to be the only person here, any lurkers want to pitch in?

>>38521431
Looks like he shines on you today my friend. I'll give it another 5 mins or so and I'll just continue with the non-combat if no one else pitches in about what they want to do.

Koffer removes his face from the wall and turns around to look me in the face.

I immediately look away. "I don't know morse code."

He places his thumb and forefinger over his eyes to squeeze the bridge of his nose.

"Alright," he says, "Then let's just find a way out. Maybe there are some keys in the Principal's Office to a door outside. Like I said, already an emergency situation."

Koffer hits the window into the Principals Office with the back of one of the guns. The glass shatters into large shards on the ground.

"I'm going in. You stay out here and be a lookout. If you see someone try to get their attention or something. Maybe we're not the only ones here."

After climbing through the window he proceeds to the back of the office, down a short hallway, and into a room labeled "Councilor's Office." and halfway shut the door behind him.

In the cardinal directions, North of me is the boarded up front doors to the school, to the East is a dark hallway that looks like it ends with a staircase going upwards and one going downwards. South is the direction we came from, and to the West there is a ramp that looks like it curves around to a lower level and to the North, but from where I'm saying I can't see where the curve bends into.

"I don't see a damn thing in here," I hear Koffer call out from the office, "Nothing but a lot of papers and an old 90's computer. Heh, school budgets these days huh?"

"Yeah..." I respond. "Hey, about that paper I found on you."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You ever seen it before?"

"Nope, can't say that I had."

PT 1/2

>>38521476
Kind've a shame, I enjoy a calm debate as to an action.

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>>38521730
"You were right you know."

"About what?"

"It being a report on my family. A while back my two daughters died in a traffic accident and my ex wife lost a hand. It happened on I-55. It was an assumed drunk driver hit and run. You don't remember anything about something like that do you? I mean, you being a cop and all, you must have seen a lot, but it's not like car wrecks were children die happen every day."

"Nah, can't say that I remember. Like you said, I've seen a lot. After a while it really does just blend together."

"I just wish we could have found the fucker who did it. I mean, I'd fucking throttle him you know?"

"I understand how you feel, but you can't just go around harming other people. Hell, half my job it to keep people from doing that to each other. Plus, that guy might have already paid for his sins."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, people who kill other people don't usually forget about it buddy. That kind of stuff keeps people up at night. Ruins there lives. Surely the poor soul knows what he did."

"Yeah, I know he does."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he got out of the car and looked at the wreck before he ran off. My wife saw him do it."

"And she didn't report that to the police why?"

"Broken windshield. She couldn't make out any features. The cops wouldn't have been able to use it at all."

"A shame."

It gets quiet for a while. Koffer starts to hum something to himself. Sounds like some sort of folk song or something. I start keeping lookout like he asked. First I look down the south hallway from where we came, and then down the ramp. Lastly, I lean my head around the corner of the office and look down the East hallw-

My god...Katlyn? A spitting image of my daughter is standing on the downward stairwell. I can only make out her face and head. Her hair is no longer her original bronze blonde mixture. It's a stark black. Her eyes, instead of the emerald they once held, are now start black. Her mouth, a Glasgow Smile.

>>38522033
>Chase her
>Alert Koffer
>Look Away
>Panic Attack

God, the amount of typos in that last post are unforgivable.

>>38522063
>Chase her
>Alert Koffer

>>38522033
>Look Away
>Panic Attack
>Quickly Scrawl "Elbereth" into the dust, it works in nethack and it'll work here!

>>38522063
>Chase her
>Panic Attack

>>38522080
>>38522134
>>38522151
So panic attack is definitely happening. Need one more bit of input for the Alert Koffer or Chase Her. Otherwise I'll just roll for it.

>>38522033
Does anyone know if daemonic undead children respect elbereth or not?

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>>38522196
Just as a bit of meta convo, what would you guys do in this scenario? I think I might mentally break a bit.

>>38522220
Ingest lead paint chips until things start to make sense? Scrawl Elbereth or other religious gibberish into walls, who the hell knows, its definitely a mental break point.

>>38522220
All those repressed memories flood back to you, but they are wrong somehow.

>>38522220
I'd whip my dick out.

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>>38522151
>>38522134
>>38522080
You know what? It looks like we could probably do all of these things in one so I'll go ahead and do that.


>QUEST CONT

I let out a shrill cry, I think it might be the loudest thing that's ever come out of my body.

From the Councilor's Room, I hear the crackling of a record on a record player. A low quality classical starts to play loudly.

http://youtu.be/_bDHBIb4brw?t=11s

With my heart beating faster than it ever has, I look into the Office.

"Koffer!" I cry out, but there is no Koffer to be seen. Only a large man covered in what looks like a fur suit wearing a large goat head.

I scream and fall backwards, onto my back. I look to the east and see Katlyn's figure slowly decend down the stairwell backwards almost as if she's floating.

I hurry to my feet and run after her.

"KATLYN!" I scream, not looking behind me.

I finally make my way all the way down the hallway to the stairwell and start to make my way down it, but very quickly I come to a large collapsed segment that seems to have nothing but blackness below it. Abyss, just like the escalator.

Loud breathing can be heard from down the hallway. Looking behind me reveals the man in the goat head is making his way towards me as fast as he can, sprinting down the hallway. He's large. Bigger than me by any measure of the imagination. Oh fuck...oh fuck...what do I do?

>Jump
>Fight
>Try to tumble around the assailant and make our way back west
>Whip my dick out

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>>38522443
I'm glad you're back.

>>38522358
Repressed memories? Jesus man, I'm not sure if that's really deep, or just creepy in general.

>>38522323
Lead paint did always make me feel better in times of heavy stress. Blurry vision and hallucinations really do always put it into perspective for me.

>>38522742
>>Try to tumble around the assailant and make our way back west

>>38522742
>Pray to every deity you know

>ELBERETH ELBERETH ELBERETH
>Whip my dick out
>JUMP FOR IT MOTHERFUCKER!

>>38522742
>Try to tumble around the assailant and make our way back west

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Gonna give it 10 more mins just in case anyone else wants to cast votes.

Also, >>38522873
Pic Related

Alright, tumble it is. Roll d20 nigga. High you make it, low you don't. Who wants to do the honors?

>>38522742
>Try to tumble around the assailant and make our way back west
>Whip my dick out

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38523147
FOR THE EMPRAH!

>>38523147

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38523147

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>38523147

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>>38523220
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

I look down into the abyss, and then back at the man running at me. Then the abyss, then back at the man. then back at the abyss, the abyss is now diamonds.

"FUCK IT!" I cry out defiantly and start to rush towards the goat headed man.

I clench my teeth as I pump my arms forward matching the momentum of my legs.

I single tear rushes down my face as I enter within 5 feet of the behemoth. He raises his fist and prepares to take me out with what I can only imagine would take only one punch. I close my eyes and let myself drop onto my side.

I slide perfectly through his legs, under his fist, and effectively to the other side of the thing. Maybe I should have been a baseball player instead of a software engineer? I scramble my way back up to my feet and rush west down the hallway. After I make my way to the four way I start to pass the Principal's Office.

Which way do I go?

>Back south, the way we came from towards the red room.
>West down the ramp
>Into the Principals Office

>>38523476
>Into the Principals Office
Pray the principal wasn't a pussy and stored a gun. Pray that it's still there and has ammo.

>>38523476
>>Into the Principals Office
Hopefully he left a switch in there, maybe even a gun if he wasn't one of those dirty liberals...

>>38523508
>>38523525
Gunmind

>>38523508
>>38523525
I make my way into the principal's office through the window and down the small hallway Koffer went through earlier. After quickly finding the door labeled "Principal How-Howard?" My children's principal...But that would mean this is Clark Matthew's Middle School. Whatever, no time to think, I burst through the door.

"P-Principal Howard.." I stutter as I enter the room to find the late Mr Howard leaning backwards in his desk chair. He has a large gash in his chest and his body has lost all color. He must have been here for days.

I quickly look around the room for something to use for a weapon. The room is packed with all sorts of nick-nacks, shelves, filing cabinets, and of course, Daniel Howard's personal desk.

>search the desk
>search Howard's corpse
>search the filing cabinets
>search the book shelf

>>38523833
>search the desk

>>38523833
>>search the desk

>>38523833
>"Principal How-Howard?" My children's principal.
Oh shit...
>"P-Principal Howard.." I stutter as I enter the room to find the late Mr Howard leaning backwards in his desk chair. He has a large gash in his chest and his body has lost all color. He must have been here for days.

OH SHIT!

>search the desk

A loud roar comes from beyond the principal's door, accompanied by the huffs and puffs of that monster.

I quickly lock the door, but with that thing's size, it's not going to keep it at bay long.

Making my way over to the desk, I push the late principal out of they way, his body falling lifelessly onto the floor with a loud THUD. I try to open the desk's front drawer, but it's no good, it's locked.

Banging comes on the door, once, twice, thrice, and repeating every few seconds. I fumble through the lower cabinets of the desk throwing every piece of office supplies I can out of the way. Staplers, rubber bands, pencil holders, and other materials are all flung across the room until I get to the back of the left cabinet.

...Nothing here...Fuck.

I skitter over to the right cabinet and try to open it. Locked as well, but made out of wood. I could probably lean back and kick the door in.

>Search somewhere else
>Kick the door in
>Put something in front of the door

>>38523833
>search Howard's corpse

>>38524049
>Kick the door in

>>38524049
>Put something in front of the door
OH GOD PANIC!

>>38524049
>Put something in front of the door
>search the same cabinet at the same time

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>>38524066
>>38524088
>>38524103
>>38524123
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. PANIC

I rush over to the filing cabinet that looks the heaviest and shove it as quickly as I can in front of the door.

The creatures fist comes flying through the door, at close evaluation, that's not a human fist at all. It has some sort of claws.

I quickly try to open the filing cabinet and search it to see if I can find anything of use, but to no avail, nothing but manila folders here. I rush back over to Howard

"Sorry Daniel..." I say apologetically as I start to rummage thorugh his clothing.

THERE IT IS
A KEY RING

FUCK

What do I unlock first? The monster pulls it arm out of the hole and looks through the broken wood. It starts to ram the door with it's shoulder.

>The front desk drawer
>The Right Desk Cabinet
>Something else

>>38524361
>The Right Desk Cabinet
Please be a shotgun.

>>38524361

>The Right Desk Cabinet

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>>38524450
>>38524476
I fumble through the keys for one that looks about the right size and push it into the lock.

It turns, and clicks. "Oh thank God."

Same kind of junk as the other side of the desk. I start throwing things everywhere like I did last time.

The door starts to give way to the monster's shoulder rushes. I take a quick peak over the table to see how far he's gotten. It probably only has to hit that thing one or two more times until the door will give out, or at least, the top of the door.

Tape, pencils, printer paper...fuck is there anything of use in here?

After I completely clean the cabinet out I find a small black plastic box with a tiny set of keys in the top of it.

"What the fuck is this?

I turn the keys to reveal a small .22 magnum pistol.

I quickly inspect it to find that it's loaded.

I stand up and point the gun at the door and pull back the hammer.

The door gives way and the monster's upper torso is clearly visible as it starts it's way over the top of the door.

>Shoot it once
>Shoot it twice
>Shoot it three times
>Empty the gun into it

>>38524657
>Shoot it twice
Always double tap.

>>38524657
>Shoot it twice

>>38524689
Roll 2d20 for accuracy

>>38524657
>Shoot it twice

Rolled 6, 19 = 25 (2d20)

>>38524773

>>38524773

Rolled 11, 17 = 28 (2d20)

>>38524773

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>>38524822
I shoot the first bullet aiming for it's head. In my panic state, my hands are shaking too well to aim and I shoot the door frame beside it.

Second shot I aim for the chest and pull the trigger. A hit, the creature stumbles a bit, quickly regains it's composure, and is still moving towards me. I've probably got one more chance to shoot it before it gets to me.

>shoot at it once
>shoot at it twice
>shoot at it three times
>shoot at it four times

Rolled 1, 7 = 8 (2d20)

>>38524773

>>38524927
>shoot at it twice
Once more

>>38524927
>shoot at it four times
Pray there is more ammo.

>>38525023
>>38524962
We're just gonna call this three.

3D20's m8's

Rolled 2, 7, 9 = 18 (3d20)

>>38525156

Rolled 20, 1, 20 = 41 (3d20)

>>38525156
please do best of 3

>>38525200
Well That's odd.

>>38525156

Rolled 15, 17, 6 = 38 (3d20)

>>38525156

Rolled 20, 2, 18 = 40 (3d20)

>>38525193

>>38525200
>>38525193
The first bullet makes impact into the thing's chest and it stutters it's movement again for a moment. The second finds it's way into it's mask and only cracks the skull. The third makes it's way straight into the monster's chest cavity.


The beast stops it's movement and lets out a loud growl and drops to it's knees and falls to the floor. The music stops, and the hulking figure lets out it's last loud breath laying on the ground.

>Take it's mask off
>Get the fuck out of here
>Cry

>>38525342
>Cry
>Find more ammo and reload
>Take it's mask off

>>38525342
>Take it's mask off
Time to break down when we realize its someone we know.

>cry
>take it's mask off
>Get the fuck out of here

In that order.

>>38525371
Supporting this, in this order

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>>38525371
>>38525381
I break down into tears in the office as I sit up against the desk. I push my hands into my face and sob for a good minute and a half or so.

"I should probably find more ammo," I think to myself. I start to scrummage around the room, but find nothing of use.

"Who was this thing anyways?"

I crawl over on all fours to the thing and remove it's mask. Damn this thing is heavy.

The removal reveals my own face. Eyelids completely sewn shut with crusty blood surrounding them, my mouth is cut from one side wide up to my ear, and my skin is pale.

My body starts to quiver and shake as I try to regain my composure.

No luck.

The record player starts again from the Councilor's Room.

http://youtu.be/Lkcvrxj0eLY

I lay there shaking for another hour against the desk huddled between Howard and The Monst-...myself....


>PT 4 END

Once again I'm gonna sit around and hang out with you guys until the thread dies. Don't forget to follow the twitter for quest times. IT's usually on Friday, but I might have to change it every now and again.

>>38525572
Cool thread man, I may have asked before, but could u post ur twitter? I believe I have lost it.

>>38525711
@sudduth2010