Finished our little three-session foray into Black Stars Rise, with Tim Groth at the helm. We went even further into the surreality of our too-many-dimensional apartment building.
Ultimately a weird thing happened, those who had accrued the most insanities were kind of rolling with things. I’d scrupulously avoided madness, clinging to my priest’s level-headedness, determined to be the rock of the group, but this session I started feeling more desperate. Nearly everything we tried seemed to be a vector for the madness to spread. How could we end this?
Then it dawned on me – when the madness escalates, the good guys gotta escalate too. Going for the gas cans seemed like the obvious, inescapable conclusion.
There was an interesting bit of inter-PC tension here, because Sean Winslow’s artist character had really enjoyed exploring the madness with his art. What kinda dawned on us was that the art, though it provides valuable insight, can become an attack vector for the badness: anyone exposed to his art seemed to become an avenue to draw in yet more besides! And yet, my bit of arson was both dangerous (it turns out we hadn’t totally cleared the place of uh.. people) and worse, was going to claim his studio, the gateway to his coolest character power.
Fortunately (for me) the other sane character saw eye-to-eye with my crazed scheme, and fended off the artist’s attempt to stop me as I sloshed gasoline through the apartment building. Stephen Shapiro’s librarian went so far as to bring out the SWAT-issue taser he’d come into possession of – and that inadvertently settled the matter. It sparked during the struggle.
Woof.
That sounds AWESOME. I’m so sad I missed it.
Don’t worry, your character appeared, babbling incomprehensibly in Japanese, before curling up in a parking lot in exhaustion.
Yeah, your character was nuts in the parking lot of the church. He was left out there dialling his ex-wife after trying to give crucial information to Illya.
The fascinating dichotomy from last time got more intense. The Artist who had madnesses was acting relatively sane, except for the split personality thing. Though he was intending to create more strangeness spreading, and explaining, art. The technically sane priest and detective engaged in some fascinating behaviour. The priest burned the apartment down and the detective ranted about the celestial kingdom to his superior and worshiped the creepy building in the sky as God.
The librarian, Illya, was mostly a hard man making hard decisions. Which was fucking hilarious and crucial to getting people out alive.