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Here’s a quick glance at 1983 for players of the Call of Cthulhu adventure “The Shadow Over 1983”

 

And Now, A Short Story

Every day she winked at him.

Far off, almost indistinct, she shimmered in her radiant beauty. He could not remember the day he first saw her, it had been so very long ago. Now he could only wait out the hours for her next glorious glimmer–for you see, every day, without fail, she shot a look across the heavens for all to see; a beacon of desire and loneliness that you could set your watch to. He was enamoured. He and his brothers.

They circled the sun ever so slowly, a stone’s throw from arrogant Saturn. Venus remained an elusive dot some distance away. He and his friends had seen quite a bit in the past fifteen billion years. They watched Saturn reign in her sparkling rings, they watch tiny ice balls pepper the landscape of a prepubescent Earth before she shrouded herself in her cloak of carbon dioxide. And they remember that fateful day when they were whole, before that unspeakable calamity had ripped them apart, robbed them of their chance to shine with the other breathtaking worlds that calmly danced around their benevolent, yellow, main-sequence mother.

Life was simple back then. But he wouldn’t trade what he had now for all the precious silver specks in the cosmos, not while she remained to flirt across the thin aether. What was she like, they wondered? Was she like their own star, proud and intense, a beautiful yellow gem marking the heavens, or was she different? Maybe she was a great red giant, glowing quietly, patient and giving. It was their dream, all of them, to one day reach into the empty gulfs and somehow answer her call; to take her up on her summons, and bathe in her gentle radiation. But what were the chances of that? What were the odds that some cosmic happenstance would hurl them across the galaxy to her side? Perhaps some of those feisty parasites from their ever-fecund sister, Earth, would be sympathetic to their plight. Perhaps not. Still, they had waited that long, and they had all of the time in the universe to hope, and in the meantime, they subsisted on the daily kisses blown across countless leagues of nebulae and dark gasses by their secret lover.

Naturally, he supposed that he had some special, privileged bond with that sweet, incandescent angel from afar. This feeling was exemplified when, one miraculous day, the solar winds caused an unexpected collision. One of his rocky brethren, through a series of complicated ricochets, smashed into him, jarring him loose from the pack. It happened, these things—not so much anymore (things have settled down since the big bang)—and accidents are inevitable, and when one is presented with the immortal expanse of time that is due all of the heavenly bodies, anything is possible.

And so it was that he was sent forth into empty space, with no time to bid farewell to the rest of the asteroid belt, just spiralling uncontrollably through the frictionless void. Could it be this was the answer to his prayers? Was he, through some mad twist of circumstance, destined now to take the long journey towards the resplendent gleam that shoots out through the dark to warm his stony heart? He tried to collect himself, to get his bearings, to calm down enough to ensure that he wasn’t just fooling himself into false expectations. But no. Gloriously, it did indeed seem that he was heading straight for the object of his affection.

Drunk with anticipation, he almost wanted to shut off his senses, to live off of hope. For he knew that throughout the long trip, countless things could go wrong. A stray comet could slingshot his trajectory and befoul his destiny. He could find himself in the path of a wandering planet, or a hungry white dwarf that would tear him apart particle by particle, oblivious to his perfectly focused desire. He just wanted to sleep, oblivious to the worrisome forces that he could not control, and wake up in her embrace, enraptured until the end of time. Luck had got him this far, but this seemed too important to rely on it any longer. Yet he had no choice, he was as much a pawn of the spatial tides as was the rest of the universe.

Millennia passed, and things were looking good. Every day, as in times past, she winked her lucent wink, voicelessly sang out her brilliant song, each one more full, more potent than the last. Soon, he saw not only her measured beam of hope, but managed to make out, through the gassy maelstroms, her demure, luminous form. It was not long before she danced before him, spilling her radiant light to saturate his welcoming pores. It was all too much.

He was here, at last, by her side. Everything he had hoped, everything he had dreamed, had been handed to him, finally and inexorably. He found that all of the thousands of years he had spent on his journey, planning things to say to win her over, might as well have been only a few seconds, for words were all lost on his tongue. He was, simply, overwhelmed with the moment.

Finally, still tumbling in the heady rapture of her vibrant ambience, he struggled out his destiny.

“O my bright and shimmering beloved…I have finally come. I…I have shot through the light-years at last, to be here, now. For so long have you sparked your signal out to me, and, as I always knew one day it would, the celestial host has seen to it that I made my way to this final point.” Her light cut long shadows into his pocked surface as he tumbled slowly by her side. “Every day your brilliance shone out the question, and I would not deny you my answer, which, though I am small and brittle, I hope will justify the immense warmth in which you have bathed me for so many sublime eons. I have never been so content as I am at this tiny moment—no thought, no circumstance, no hope has brought me such exquisite peace as I know now. I am, finally, yours.”

She edged slowly on her axis, as she had since the dawn of creation. Whorls of superhot gas played across her blinding skin. Sunspots, continent-sized beauty marks, shimmered like drops of oil in an autumn puddle. He sensed that just beyond her horizon, a solar prominence spilled forth like a quick breath, and licked the empty blackness. She seemed to swell, in what he assumed to be a moment of silent passion.

“Asteroid,” she began, “know this: I am but a pulsar. Once I was a star, but eventually I exhausted my supply of hydrogen, and collapsed into a neutron star. In the change, this one spot upon my surface merely became the focus for the constant ejection of accelerated charged particles. As I rotate, these waves of energy sweep uncontrolled across the blanket of space. Vanity of vanities, you have ascribed meaning where there is none.”

Appropriately, at the same time that his molten heart abruptly and painfully cooled into a flaky cinder, he realized that his long course through space had not brought him within reach of her gravitational field—that he was not able to maintain orbit. Had the irony been able to pierce through the all-absorbing sense of loss, he would have laughed. The pull of her immense gravitational mass was not matched by the pull of her siren’s call.

It was no sadder, then, that he was left alone with his broken thoughts to soundlessly drift beyond, into the cold, unforgiving blackness of illimitable space, forced to endure the ceaseless, mocking winks—the systematic, indifferent clock that counted down, with such perfect precision, the rest of time.

by David Gagnon and Toren Atkinson

SUPPLEMENTAL PITCH MATERIAL

The Dark Tale Weaver 1/4 page
description: Spooky up-lit shot of a storyteller engrossed in telling a terrifying tale to a few listeners. Storyteller may be “into” their story enough to look a bit crazed.

Models: Montana (storyteller), Jasmine and Talia (audience)
Costume: cloaks and so forth. Do we still have that furry cloak from this photo that Rob took of Montana some time ago? It’s almost perfect but we have to change the lighting to appear like it’s coming from the campfire.

Dark Dreams 1/4 page.

description: A person wakes up from a terrify dream. They are frightened, and covered in sweat.

Model – Talia (preferred)
Costume – some kind of night shirt, with long sleeves. Nothing dark. Doesn’t need to be slinky in any way, just something that could remotely pass as period appropriate. See here: https://www.historicalemporium.com/store/006001.php?

Lighting notes – would like to get something dramatic like the thumbnail from a movie that I put into the top left corner of my work-in-progress below.

The Haunted Place – HALF PAGE

description: Pick one or more of the suitable entries from this story. Can definitely have a teen slasher movie feel to the drama (lots of terror, no gore).

Model: tbd
Costume: tbd

I get to choose from a long list, I’ve singled out a few I like below – let me know if something jumps out at you and we can discuss!

OPTION 1 – character ran out of the building screaming, flailing about themself as if plagued by stinging insects.
OPTION 2 – A massive claw reached through a wall and dragged their friend back into it, passing into someplace else. Immediately afterwards, the wall was solid.
OPTION 3- character cowering in a corner all night, watching a steady stream of spectral shapes parade across the floor, flapping, flowing, hopping, or simply walking from a glowing portal in one wall, to a similar portal across the room from it. In the morning they had visibly
aged a dozen years.
OPTION 4- friend’s face literally melted away, flesh sloughing off it like hot wax, revealing a porcelain doll like visage, with fangs like a viper fish. When it lunged for The Character, it tripped, smashing porcelain and fangs into shards (this could have two characters)
OPTION 5 -One by one, floating candles appeared. They burned without giving off heat or light beyond their own illumination. They flocked together like swirling clouds of curious moths investigating the intruders, then chose one of them settling onto their victim, who burst into lightless, heatless flame. Moments later, another floating candle joined the cloud and they all moved on. (this could have two or possibly 3 characters)

The Abandoned Building. 1/4 page

description: Exterior shot of one or people approaching what looks like a classic haunted mansion. The building can be mostly silhouette, with the top elements overlapping the graphic bar at top. Night scene with edge-lighting etc.

Model: anyone
Costume: d&d appropriate garb (the work in progress pic below is not correct costume)
Props: lantern! Need to match light more or less. Might need to take the photos outside while it’s dark, weather permitting.

War Mask 1/4 page

description: An elf displaying strong emotion, which causes a tribal war masque tattoo to show on their face.

Model: Jasmine (preferred)
Costume: cloak or whatever. We won’t see much of it
Lighting notes – something dramatic, but don’t want much shadow covering up the tattoo area

I Talk to the Trees. 1/4 page

description: Angry Tree Lords raging at elves running in terror. Call them ents, call them treants, they are massive, mobile tree-like beings who appear to be more quick to anger than good ol’ ents. Or maybe they just have a really long-standing grudge with these elves.

Models – probably none

Unicorns being Unicorns 1/4 page

Image: A unicorn standing over the body of a dead elf, it’s horn bloody and threatening to attack anyone else nearby.

Model – probably none. I already have something from my archives

Journaled Madness

Model – none, I’ve already got what I need for this

Latest crockery experiment was one of the more successful ones, but still not great. Corn and black beans and chicken and potatoes and a little cumin. Just doesn’t compare to a sandwich from Safeway. And if I don’t like a sandwich from Safeway (this hasn’t happened yet – the Greek Island flatbread is particularly tasty and I get it without ranch spread so it’s actually healthy) it’s only $4 lost rather than $15 for all the ingredients for a crock experiment. Well I’ll keep at it for a while, and if all else fails the crock pot serves as a decent bowl for snacks on D&D nights.

…seemingly.

The past couple of days have been lax on the diet front. Tuesday there was chocolate as I visited Sherane’s new place and watched the new Futurama movie (7.25/10) and a documentary on nature documentaries. Wednesday was D&D and everyone brought chips. Today I treated myself to some Cadbury’s mini-eggs but resisted Falafully Good (barely).

On to the crockery: Experiment # 6. Not good. Don’t mix onion soup mix and mushroom soup and rosemary. Sweet potatoes are good though, and slightly less calories than regular potato, apparently. I misplaced my one fork so I’m eating this chicken breast with chopsticks. The other tenants keep throwing out my plastic forks assuming they’re garbage. Idiots.

zdepth writes:

I know you [are] a kitchenphobe, but STOP USING CANNED VEGGIES. They don’t have half the flavor of fresh.

I used fresh vegetables in my first crock experiment – well, carrots and potatoes and onions – and they didn’t turn out. They were still too firm and as such didn’t add anything to the dish. That’s why I bought smaller potatoes. For the last experiment I had a yam and I sliced it up, but cleaning and chopping up vegetables is not something I’m likely to get into the habit of doing regularly. So that’s why I used canned vegetables in my last experiment – I knew the carrots would be soft. Would frozen vegetables be preferable? Because if you think I’m going to shuck and cut kernels of corn off of a cob, or picking peas out of a pod, YOU’S CRAZY!

See here’s the thing about vegetables – the ones I like (carrots, broccoli, peas, tomatoes) I’m happy to eat raw rather than go to the trouble of prepping and cooking them. Potatoes are an obvious exception.

Geisel’s saying that the solution may be to parboil the vegetables (not an option for a potless and kitchen-impatient man) or simply keep them in the crockpot longer, but I’m already cooking dishes that are supposed to take 6-8 hours for 8-10 hours. Kenn says to salt the vegetables before I cook them to soften them up. Any other advice?

Day 20: ice cream 100 apple 100 licorice 200 more licorice etc 150 crockery 200 ice cream 100 granoli 110 = 960 calories

Things I’m most looking forward to eating when the deal is done:

Falafully Good!
plate of nachos with lots of guacamole, refried beans and olives
a big bag of candy from The Candy Aisle
pizza with feta, sundried tomato & kalamata olives
Scottish eccles cake and a florentine from Max’s Deli
The Naam’s sesame fries with miso gravy and some hot apple crisp at 1 in the morning.
Kettle Chips cheddar beer flava
Timmy Ho’s sour cream donut
DQ cappuccino Skor blizzard or Ben & Jerry’s Vermonty Python (ps – did you know that there’s a B&J shop in Coquitlam?)
butter chicken (buffet at New India restaurant) and gulab jamun

Earlier today: Picked out the tiniest whitish potatoes that I could find. Some are no bigger in diameter than a dollar coin. I also picked up a white onion (I’ve tried red and uh…regular brown so it’s time for the white) and a couple of thin yams. I put those all in the bottom. A can of spinach on top of that, and a can of carrots and a can of peas, but I drained both those last two and put their water into a bowl with a chicken boullion cube and microwaved it for 2 minutes. While that was happening I dusted the stuff in the crock with a heaping tablespoon of curry powder. I also put in four grape tomatoes for uh…garnish? The hot chicken broth I cooled with a dash of skim milk and into that I put a heaping tablespoon of curry powder, mixed it up and poured it over everything. Then I realized I forgot the small banana, so I chopped that over the pile. Then I put on three chicken breasts and put almost a bulb of garlic on top with the cloves or half-cloves equidistantly spread. Another heaping tbsp of curry powder, a pinch of ginger powder and the bounty was overflowing so I had to squish it down to put the lid on.

Just now: I don’t know what exactly my expectations were for the slow cooker, but they haven’t been met. I’d say I’m about 60% satisfied with the results so far – the smell during cooking is always better than the taste for some reason. Still got a few more experiments to try before I give up on it, though, such as:

pumpkin pie spice & orange
acorn squash & nutmeg
corn & black beans
and when I get off my diet, stuffing & swiss cheese.

All with chicken breasts, of course.

Day 19: apple 100 granoli 110 miscellaneous bits while I prepared my crockery (peas, banana, tomatoes etc) 50 popsicle 25 orange 100 fudgsicle 70 crockery 250 = 800