Sorry, kid

So I’ve joined an addition campaign outside of our D&D group. It’s a Call of Cthulhu campaign run by some of N.’s friends who live in Jersey. The players range from the very experienced to those who have never gamed before.

Each of have created two characters, one to play and one to keep on stand-by for when our primary character inevitably dies. My character is a kid detective, a Harriet-the-Spy type. I don’t really like Harriet the Spy, or the Scooby Gang, or Nancy Drew, so I figure I won’t mind so much when she snuffs it.

Our first session was a module from the book that would get the characters to meet each other. We had some trouble, since the players had picked really wide-ranging characters from different walks of life. All of our characters are members of a social club that explore the occult from an academic standpoint. You’d think that this would bring us together… but you’d be wrong.

My character immediately volunteered to investigate a haunted house, as per the plot of the game, and I arranged to work with another character I’d met. But I couldn’t meet with the real estate agent who was hiring investigators until after I got out of school that afternoon, so in the meantime, the other character whom I’d arranged to work with beforehand stole the case. Then he went to my detective agency and left a note, which said the following two words:

Sorry, kid.

Way to bring the party together! Goddamn! I got burned! I called him and had to bribe my way into the case. But still! Damnit!

Nevertheless, the game was a lot of fun and went really well. Surprisingly, it was a laugh a minute with plenty of in-game, in-character humor.

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