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Re: (Story) The Creevey Agency and the Case of the Sun Wolf Cult
The best time to go snooping is early in the morning. Most people you talk to, are either just woken up or wanting to go to bed. A sleepy mind leads to sloppy answers and combine this with my favourite costume; a hi-vis jacket, a clipboard with a few papers on it and a lanyard with blurry ID in it, and people will let you anywhere. No one is going to wake up their manager to check if there is supposed to be an inspection at 4am. I walked into the dorm’s reception a couple of hours before the night shift RA was heading off. Like a lot of southern men, he was a big one. He was wearing the desk instead of sitting behind it. Max proclaimed the badge on his shirt along with a host of rainbows and different coloured flag stickers stuck all over. I gave him the room number I had got from the older brother and told him I wanted to inspect it and he looked at me. Not as dumb as I hoped. Enough time in the business and you learn all the speculative looks they give you. I start sizing up how little I could pay to get what I want. He looked like a ten could do it. Ten could get him a whole lotta McDonald’s. I paused waiting for him to say something. To my surprise he fished out his own keys and pulled off one. “I am off for a coffee break; it will take about half an hour maybe an hour okay?” He placed the key down on the counter. “Dan is a good guy.” He tapped the key like he was choosing his words carefully. “Quiet. Yeah. Smart as all hell. His brother said you might be around.” So much for sneaking in. I took the key as soon as his back was turned and headed up the stairs. I don’t think my costume would not have worked anyway judging by the cracked steps and the black wet mould spots in the corners of the eaves, I don’t think any inspector had ever came by. I unlocked the door and repocketed the key. Dan was missing, not dead so his room had been left as is. His parents were footing the bill in hopes he came back. Walking into a dim stale room, I notice that the curtains had been shut and dust motes swirled in the muted light. The door fell shut behind me, trapping me in. It wasn’t a bedroom; it was a mausoleum. His bed, his casket lay empty but, in that moment, I knew he was dead. I caught a dust laden breath before I flung open the curtains and window to spite the gloom and it seemed to work. The dread or whatever slunk back to the shadows of the partially open closet as dawn light filled the room, the noise of the city, of the living followed. As the traffic burbled below, it took a second or two to shake off whatever came over me. I sat down on the double bed to figure out what gave me that notion. Intuition was a powerful thing but mine never made such sharp leaps. I looked about the room trying to figure out what made me so sure he was dead. There wasn’t much to the room, no hidden noose in the closet, no posters on the wall saying I heart death and no pentagram in human blood under the bed with a message of ‘I will kill again’. I look about again, the desk opposite looks like it was fished out a skip and probably deserved to be thrown back in. Same with the chair. The few posters that dotted the walls was pinned up; Dan probably knew the scummy landlord wouldn’t ever hand back over a cent of the safety deposit even if he left it cleaner than he moved in. They were mostly from video games or superheroes by the looks, not that I was an expert. I take another look under the bed to see a pair of scuffed up tennis shoes and a lost sock, uses best not thought about and a magazine. I snag it only to throw it back. I was violating his grave by sitting here, much less knowing about his love of Miss July. The running away with a secret boyfriend idea was becoming last in possibilities. The hamper in the corner was half full of jeans and shirts and as I dug through, I searched pockets. Gum wrappers and other debris was dumped in the trash, but the bus tickets were placed carefully to the side. I would go through them later track his final movements, but I hit true gold in a formal pair of black trousers. Unusual as the rest of the clothing wasn’t near as smart looking. They must have been worn for something or someone important. In one pocket was a crumpled leaflet, I fished it out and tried to straighten it out without tearing it. It had been handled a lot by the looks; the folds were white and creased up. Even crumpled and creased, it didn’t take away from the image on the front. An embossed silver wolf head was depicted with its mouth open and from its jaws hung a chain with a sun pendant mid swing. The only words were an address, date and service time. I brushed my fingers over the image, getting the strong feeling that this big bad wolf had found Dan and just like the fairy tales, ate him up with nothing left behind. I returned to the bed and laid back on it. I kept the leaflet in my hand as I tried to adjust what I knew. The brother had insisted repeatedly that Dan had a good head on his shoulders. He told me that Dan wasn’t even religious, in fact proudly atheist after a shouting match when they were kids with a Sunday School teacher when he had asked too many questions about miracles. So why the leaflet? Why would a loved, smart young man go to such a thing? So willingly? He dressed up smart for them. He wanted to be wanted, accepted. Usually these places prey on the down and out. Those with no one else to turn to, to accept them and their crazy. It was usually preachers who claimed money was the root of evil so let them die with your sins, your money in their pocket. Hucksters the lot of them. I must have drifted off. Maybe due to the early hour or the lack of breakfast. It started with the silence, the world falling quiet as if it realised a predator walked amongst it. Then the gloom came back. Not from the window, it seemed to grow from the closet. The door was open wide now and the darkness within grew teeth. I lay frozen on the bed as a voice floated out on clouds of smoke smelling of scorched fur and flesh. “You are searching for a corpse.” Amusement streaked its words black with cruelty and malice. “A delicious one. How he screamed.” The words were almost stuttered, the vowels too soft and the normal cadence and lilts of speech was distorted. It was as if it was trying to speak through a mouth that wasn’t made to. A mouth full of fangs or maybe, just maybe with a chain in its mouth. I woke with a start; Max was banging on the door. “Come on man. My shift ends soon, and the morning guy is a dick.” He whined, sounded out of breath as he opened the door. I got up and ignored the man in the doorway as I stared into the depths of the closet. Nothing. A nightmare from too many late nights and then an early morning. I got up from the bed and stumbled past Max shrugging off his concern and complaints. “Thanks.” I mumbled as I went to bathe in the noisy dawn light. The traffic was almost like a blessing. A hymn of life after the tomb of that room. I was thankful for my noisy office as I went to nap. Falling asleep on the job like that could get me killed. December 30, 2020, 04:56:41 PM |
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Re: Seal hunting tactics
You can easily kite a seal onto land or into a trap by just approaching half a screen away on a raft and then waiting, the animal won't dive but will move in the opposite direction. Then you can move closer until it reads the seal is alert then you wait again driving where you want.
December 31, 2020, 10:37:16 AM |
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A treasure hunt, a home and a badger.
On a fine summer day, the world mine to be explored, Soon though my mind bewitched, senses to be ignored, All too soon the sun sets, sure on it's way. However I remain lost as night takes over day. I travel fast but without a thought, Hunger sets in, at least there's no drought. I come across a village with hopes for help, I stumble on an adventurer who lets out a yelp. A bear, a fight and lost family heirloom, I head out after trading for a room. Spruce forest with a pine mire to the east. Soon enough I find the tracks of the beast. Following the blood and items everywhere, Axe brought back and treasure location to share. Another search, another trip, the clues concurs, Finally in the dawn, digging up jewelry and furs. Why not call this island my new land? Slowly a home is built right on the sand, I harvest, slash and burn and plant and sow, Nettles threshed and planted row on row, A badger appears and mills around, I build traps and set up about the beast's mound. My new enemy takes my birds and hares, Eating right from my lever traps and snares. Dodging arrows and knives alike, Even coming into my home and stealing my smoked pike. So busy I was chasing my new foe, My field burning spreading to my home, reaction slow. As I stared at the burnt out husk, all my items lost to the kerfuffle, I read in the bottom: "You hear a snuffle." 
October 23, 2021, 04:00:42 PM |
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Re: Nearly Midsummer and still too cold for everything
OK, feel free to e-mail zipped character folder to info at enormouselk.com Hi Erkka, I solved the issue. If you delete globweather.dat and reload the save it sorts it out. This isn't a migrated character. This is a new character made for the new update. October 23, 2021, 05:57:29 PM |
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