Viewing Single Post From: Character Creation Challenge

Viewing Single Post From: Character Creation Challenge
Zac	November 5 2008, 07:25 PM
Posts: 5 Group: Member Member #71 Joined: November 3, 2008	Miles Jordanski was the mayor of Los Angeles, but he was born in New York, a factor which was violently obvious in his accent. And right now, he was wishing he had listened to his dad and become a banker. He sat at his desk in silence, his forehead rested on a fist, grinding his teeth quietly as no less than eight supervisors argued over each other's already shouting voices. They were rambling on, throwing about keywords such as: 'rescue package' and 'military coup'. Miles dug his thumbs into his eyeballs. Why did he need eight fucking supervisors? And since when did 'Mayor' mean "guy who hires dumb law school assholes to make the important decisions for him"? He had been doing this shitty job for way too long. After this was all over, maybe he'd retire? Move to somewhere sane, like Cuba or some small, desolate island in the Caribbean. But, he would have to deal with the bullshit currently on his desk before he could seriously begin to think about retirement. He returned his fists to the desk with a loud thud that silenced the eight arguing men for a moment. "Shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down." He said loudly, indicating the seats which the men had risen from five minutes ago in an attempt to better convey their points, more to each other than to him. "You guys will make the calls, I'll do the talking, clear?" He didn't wait for a nod. It was time to sweep up some major shit. This was going to cost money, and would mean trouble for him, and the new president. This would make for one grand, messy finale. Scenario: Arkham, Massachusetts, 1933. Gale force winds and torrenting floodwater surrounds you as Hurricane Blakely approaches the east coast. It has blocked exit from the state, and rescue will not be an option as they are tied up with neighbouring states. You have two choices: lie low in Arkham, which the hurricane will pass directly over and hope for the best, or drive east to the relative safehouse that is Innsmouth. Sure, it's a bad town, but it can't be much worse than dying in a cellar as water crashes in around you, or having a car thrown at you by the wind, can it?


Character Creation Challenge · Practice