If you can find it, that'd be great.
The polls are: open.
The current choices are:
- Breaching Containment — GM: Trip (Info
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i'll just write up a new one
MACROCOSM: PART 2: LOVE LIGHTLY TOASTED UPON THE BREAKFAST BATTLEFIELDS
When a MYSTERIOUS FORCE thrusts our brave heroes back into the turbulence of the Macrocosm, they find that things have gotten bigger! MUCH bigger. With entire cross-universal societies and civilizations now formed! However, the DANGER has grown as well....a despot king of a crime-ridden metropolis has discovered a device with the power to enthrall and draw upon the power of the very gods themselves, and has built a vast, unstoppable empire! And with their divine strength, he plans to seize control of the biggest, most dangerous of them all....
GRAND WAR, SPACE NAVAL BATTLES, BETRAYAL AND A VAST MYSTERY ALL AWAIT YOU IN:
MACROCOSM: PART 2: THE ONE WHERE AVEN COMES BACK
edited 10th Feb '14 8:11:16 PM by MacDuffy
Yo, I know I haven't been around lately. Sorry. Responsibilities and the burden of growing up. In the time that I was gone...
Me and Mobile worked on this. Hope you enjoy.
Mayor Herman Griggs, Police Chief Ozzy Ebitt & The Milton Brothers
1:25 AM – Griggs Residence, Houston, Texas.
Herman Griggs’ living room is completely dark, save for the bluish glow that emanates from his 42-inch plasma TV. On the screen, Yosemite Sam is yelling loudly at the patrons of an Old Western saloon. He is interrupted by Bugs Bunny, dressed as a cowboy, who tells him to “Eeeeh, shaddup!” The man of the house chuckles heartily from the comfort of his overstuffed leather massage chair and takes the cold Johnny Walker from the chair’s built-in cup holder. He takes a swig and wipes the foam from his white, curly mustache, then gingerly sets it back down so he can reach into the open box of Apple Jacks resting on his belly. His small spectacles are bathed in the glow of the TV, causing them to shine like the eyes of a fat little opossum who was caught eating from a garbage can. Just as Yosemite Sam’s hat is split in two by a ricocheting bullet from Bugs’ six shooter, the phone rings.
Griggs startles slightly and reaches over to the coffee table for it, pushing the button to answer it.
“Herman Griggs, mayor of Houston speaking.”
“Hey, Herman, it’s just me. Hope I didn’t wake you up.”
A wry smile creeps across the old man’s face. “The hell are you callin’ at this ungodly hour for?”
The familiar voice over the receiver chuckles. “Sorry, man, it’s 4:00 in the afternoon over here in Yokohama. Didn’t take me as long to get over the jetlag as I thought… What’re you watching?”
“Uh…”
With a quick jerk of his arm, Griggs grabs the remote and flips through the channels.
“…Sports Center. Just catchin’ up on the ol’ Astros, y’know? Couldn’t get to sleep and didn’t want to wake the missus.”
“Huh. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I was thinking about what you told me before I got on the plane.”
Griggs raises an eyebrow. “You mean about the brothers? Pfft, I didn’t really mean mean it. I was just kiddin’ around. Mostly. And besides, we don’t got anything to go on besides hearsay.”
“Yeah,” the man on the other end of the line replies, “at the time, I thought it sounded pretty stupid. I started really thinking about it while we were flying, though, and I think you might be onto something.”
A momentary silence passes as Griggs sips his beer. “Mhm?”
“Talked to some guys at the department about it. Apparently, they’ve been taking their personal information off of various websites. No white pages, no business directories… Hell, can’t even get their numbers off the museum website anymore. Only thing listed is the building’s landline.”
“Boys practically live there anyhow…” Griggs takes another handful of cereal from the box, ruminating on his friend’s words. He speaks up again after swallowing.
“That ain’t solid, though. And I mean, that’s it, right? Them boys were always secretive, even as kids. Maybe it’s just them being them…”
“Maybe so, but that’s hardly all. According to their bank, the two have taken out a large chunk of the Milton family fortune. That money hasn’t been touched in decades, but out of the blue they get the idea that it needs to go to the Maxwell Foundation.”
“Could you give me a figure?”
“Almost a quarter million. Must’ve been in a charitable mood, right?”
“Maxwell… Whoa, hold on, wasn’t that the one that y’all busted? Wirin’ money to Russia and all that?”
“Not quite. Turns out it was a front for some black market activity, weapons and the like. Make of that what you will, but this whole thing stinks to high heaven…”
“You can say that again. Sounds to me like they’re in the market for a bomb, havin’ ties with Russia n’ all. I’ll tell you, if there’s one thing those Russians do right, it’s traffickin’ the stuff for bombs... Y’all gonna investigate?”
The man on the line pauses. “They already did. The two denied any knowledge of the charity’s actual purpose, and we didn’t have enough going on to book them.”
“Well, shoot…” Griggs scratches his scalp with his free hand. “Damn shame you ‘n the family got to be on vacation while this is happenin’. I’ll tell you somethin’, Ozzy, them boys would be incarcerated already if they had more fellas like you workin’ up there.”
Ozzy chuckles. “If they had more guys like me up there, everyone would be in Yokohama.”
The two men share a hearty laugh, the distance between them seeming to fade. Then, a silence. The voice of a child cuts in.
“Just a sec, bud... Sorry, T.J. wants to get some ice cream. I’m gonna have to let you go. “
“Alright. Take care of yourself, man. I’ll give you a call if I have any more inklings.”
“You too, Herman. Talk to you later.”
Click. Griggs sets the phone back on its rocker and smiles to himself as he thinks of reminisces on their talk. Ding-dong.
“Who in the hell…?”
Griggs picks up his box of Apple Jacks and slowly leaves the warmth of his chair, wondering if the sound woke Madeline. Her snoring fills the stately halls. Sighing, he makes his way to the door, running through some choice words for the interloper in his mind. Taking another mouthful of cereal with one hand, he undoes the deadbolt with the other and opens the door. It takes his mind a few seconds to process what he sees. The figure is tall, clad in all black and wearing a balaclava over his face. His eyes are slate-gray and stern. He keeps a silenced handgun trained on Griggs, his arms steady. The box of Apple Jacks drops out of the old man’s hand…
IS THAT ME? AM I THE MOM?56 minutes later…
2:43 AM – Houston Museum of Natural Science, Houston, Texas.
“It is important to understand that nothing was done unnecessarily.”Griggs stares blankly ahead of him, a small, dark blanket draped over his shoulders to compensate for his lack of a coat. He nods stiffly and clears his throat, his voice shaking with fear.
“And-and y’all heard the whole thing? Just listenin’ in that van?”
A nod from the one with the stubble on his chin. The two are indistinguishable save for a few small facial blemishes unique to each. Griggs takes in a breath, adjusting his posture.
“Alright… Ain’t much a way to talk myself out of this one, is there?”
“Your cooperation is much appreciated, Herman. You are doing the right thing.”
Griggs grunts.
The other speaks. Griggs’ eyes are drawn to the mole on his cheek.
“When Chief Osmond returns from Yokohama, he will be brought to your house and informed there. His cooperation is imperative.”
Pale and dark-haired, the tall men loom solemnly over Griggs like two slender pillars.
“A-and if he ain’t privy to helpin’? What then? You kill him?”
“There are arrangements for this scenario, rest assured.”
Their voices are as dark and solemn as their figures. Griggs silently asks himself where they inherited such a singular, imposing countenance if not from their father.
“Are the terms understood, Herman?”
The old man nods again and blinks.
“Yessir… yessirs.”
“Very well.”
A silence passes.
“Hold on… One thing. Your old man knew about this… Always felt like he was hidin’ somethin’, is that right?”
The two seem to blink and breathe in unison.
“Everything Father did… All of his research, his philanthropy, the establishment of this building…”
“…It was all so that this would be possible in the long run.”
A long, lonesome trip across the 28th state. An unfolding conundrum unites people across borders both on and off of the planet. A world filled with ravenous criminals, corrupt lawmen, stranded innocents, heartless hitmen, and in the middle, a group of tenacious interdimensional travelers.
Fate and dumb luck bring all of these individuals together in a multifaceted tale of crime, betrayal, redemption and hatred. All of this and more is rich in the original setting of…
Birdhouse
So, yes, this is the fruit of Hig's and my labors. We have put a lot of thought into it. Basically, there's something in it for everyone. It's very open-ended and there's lots of potential for character development. There will also be lots for everyone to do. We had all of you in mind when we put this thing together. We will both be GMing, we live in the same house, and we can kind of cover for each other if one happens to be offline. Hope you give us a chance.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019I've said it once, and I'll say it again: there is rarely if ever a year where a plot wins by a landslide, and in fact almost every session involves an extremely close tiebreaker, which is why I'm so adamant about everyone voting as soon as possible. It may not look like it to you guys, but behind the scenes, this really is anyone's game. There are always a lot of good ideas out there, and it's always tough for me to decide who to vote for. Give yourselves some more credit.
The polls are: open.
The current options are:
- Breaching Containment — GM: Trip (Info
)
- MACROCOSM: PART 2 — GM: Duffy (Info
)
- Birdhouse — GM: Hig and Mobile (Info
)
edited 10th Feb '14 8:22:53 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

I am guessing the Lodger will start worshiping Zefie?
edited 10th Feb '14 8:02:34 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!