| This adventure is dedicated to Dori Seda, a great underground-comix' artist from San Francisco who died in 1988 with 36. Her comix and the person she was herself inspired me to write this adventure. If you want to play this adventure really good, you need three "Last Gasp"-Comix: "Wimmen's Comix #8", "Weirdo #4", and "Cannibal Romance". If you can't get them, use my description of them. (And now, I just want to tell about the content of the adventure the same words Dori Seda told about her "Terry Chop-Part"-comic: "Any resemblance to any actual persons, or anybody else's characters is blah blah blah.") |
| Late afternoon in San Francisco. One of the PC's is present (if he's a student, artist or outsider) or is called to come (if plainclothes cop, private eye or muckraker), when the following things happen: A teacher of the Academy for Photography has committed suicide. The address is: "Bloody space #4" (No, that's not the real name of the place.) in the old slaughterhouse-quarter of Frisco. The academy is a building with four floors and is - at the moment - full of people, mostly guys. About 30 % of them own a camera - these are the regular students - the rest are people who came because of the nude model. These ones don't know anything but the name of her (i.e. the name with they know her): Cora. The regulars know her real name (Terry Chop-Part) and the teacher of the class who's just committed suicide. He's jumped from the top floor and made a strip-tease while falling. Some of the students photographed that. The characters will find Terry in the third floor. She looks like an end-of-twentysomething, she's tall, very slim, has long curly red-brown hair - and is naked. She looks overtired and "consumed by life and excesses", but is still very attractive. She's the main NPC of the adventure. One of the characters should fall in love with her now. |
| What happened exactly, before the characters got into the adventure (a death magician or a character with the advantage "enhanced awareness" could recall what happened). You can read this in the Comic: "The Nude Photography Class" (Weirdo #4) |
| Picture 1: The instructor of the class, a big guy with curly hair and full beard, staying around with two students. One of them's swinging his camera. They don't seem to have to do anything. Instructor: "...uh.. forget it, it looks like everybody's doing it all right." Thinks: "Damn model's late again...... we can use this time for a short explanation of how to use your camera..." Dori / Terry enters through the door, coughs: "Cough hack!" |
| Picture 2: Instructor shows some photos to her. Terry smokes. She's got big dark rings under /around her eyes. Instructor: "You're a mess!" Terry: "You don't want to hear about it." Instructor: "Here are some prints from last week's class... you know, you're beginning to slip a little..." |
| Picture 3: Terry staying model, naked, her face turned away, one leg bended. She's skinny and has small breasts. The students stay around her and are photographing her with enthusiasm; one of them is drooling, one is masturbating with his camera. Terry looks into the other direction. The Instructor gives his advices. Instructor: "Maybe if you don't face the cameras... ...I guess with this group it really doesn't matter." |
| Picture 4: Terry loses the balance, falls down and stays lying on the ground. Terry: "...mmmmm... I've got too much class for jobs like this... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" |
| Picture 5: Terry's lying there. The Instructor gives her a light kick. Instructor: "Hey! Get up! ... This is an unusual pose that we should take our time with, and explore from every angle........" |
| Picture 6: Terry is staying again next to the Instructor before the window in the back light, two students stare on her. Terry: "Yawn... You know, you're deluding yourself. This isn't art! These people aren't learning anything! Look! Half of your students don't even bother to bring cameras anymore!" Instructor: "God you look awful! ...Maybe if you stood in front of this window, a silhouette against daylight might be a little more pleasant." |
| Picture 7: Terry loses her balance again and almost falls out of the window. One student shoots a photo. |
| Picture 8: Terry could just hold on the window-sill and hangs on the outside. The Instructor doesn't give her a help. Instructor: "Hey! I just got an idea!" Terry: "Got a cigarette?" Instructor: "Now we'll divide the class into 4 groups.... group # 1 will be outside the building, by the front door.... group # 2 will be on the second floor...." |
| Picture 9: The whole building. All the students are where the instructor said they should be. Terry's still hanging on the window frame. Instructor: "Ok! Everybody ready?" |
| Picture 10: Instructor, with a devilish sneering, walks up to Terry. She's still got in one hand a burning cigarette, looks terrified. Instructor: "Ok little model... you ugly, dissipated little model... heh heh! .. Do you like falling out windows? How would you like to make me very happy! ... heh heh!" |
| Picture 11: Terry anyhow manages to pull up herself and jumps at the Instructor. (In this picture the faces of the two look demonishly distorted. Seems to be a temporal bodily changing, because of their low Mental Balance.) Terry: "AAAARGH!" |
| Picture 12: A newspaper article of the "Chronicle".
Headline: "Photography Instructor Jumps Four Stories". Four Photos: Text: "Wheee! I always did want to be the model" he said... THE END |
| Terry is a naughty girl, her skirts are too short, her tops are too tight, she has a whip, she tells dirty stories and she's skinny as a macaroni... Read Dori Seda's "Lonely Nights" and you've got enough stuff to play this NPC... |
| Name: Terry Chop-Part Nickname: "Cool Cora" Address: Cedar Way 1951, San Francisco, California, USA Height: 1,77 m Weight: 55 kg Hair: red-brown, curls Eyes: dark Age: 33 Date of birth: 6. 6. 1966 (she tells: 1970) Special features: gaptoothed, deep, hoarse voice Archetype: Artist Personality: Completely weird Background: Born in Illinois, USA. High School, then College. Moved then to San Francisco. |
| Dark Secrets: Forbidden knowledge, Madness Disadvantages: Bad Reputation, Black Sheep, Domineering, Drug Addiction (Beer, cigarettes, diverse illegal drugs like LSD and ecstasy), Egomaniac (10 Points), Health Negligent, Mania, Mental Compulsion (sleeps by day and is awake by night, 5 Points), Sexually Tantalizing, Sexual Neurosis (Nymphomaniac, likes games with whips and sex with more than two people at the same time, altogether 15 Points); and she's shortly got a Mortal Enemy, but that's not visible at the moment. Advantages: Animal Friendship, Artistic Talent, Bete-Noir-Ally (her boss, a Nosferatu, 5 Points), Cultural Flexibility, Driving Goal, Honesty, Iron Will, Mathematical Talent, Optimist Mental Balance: -30 |
| STR: 7 AGL: 16 CON: 7 COM: 15 EGO: 18 CHA: 15 PER: 10 EDU: 12 |
| Number of Actions: 3 Endurance: 65 Movement: 8 m Initiative Bonus: +4 Damage Bonus: +1 Damage Capacity: 4 SC, 3 LW, 2 HW, 1 FW Load Capacity: 7 kg Lift Capacity: 70 kg |
| Skills: Bookkeeping 13, Carousing 11, City Knowledge (San Francisco) 10, City Secrets (San Francisco) 12, Climb 3, Computer 5, Creative Writing 6, Dance (Rock'n'Roll and Hardrock) 12, Dodge 16, Drawing 18, Drive Vehicle (cars) 10, Erotica 15, Hide 3, Humanities & Scholarship 7, Information Retrieval 10, Melee and Throwing Weapons 3, Natural Science 5, Net of contacts (artists) 14, Night Combat 10, Poisons & Drugs 5, Projectile Weapons 3, Read / Write (English) 12, Search 3, Seduction 15, Sneak 3, Styling 10, Surfing 7, Swimming 7, Trivia (Comics) 18, Unarmed Combat 13, Throw 3, Whips & Chains 8, Woman of the World 12 |
| Occupation: Book-Keeper, Underground-Comic Artist Standard of Living: 3 Money: not so much... Property: a dog (Doberman), two cats, clothes, shoes, costumes, drawing stuff, classic underground comix, a whip, sex toys |
| Habits: well, read the text further downwards, and you'll find a lot... When the character is dating Terry, she'll tell him more about what really happened (if he doesn't know about it yet). |
| Terry's got three pets: first, a big doberman, Tony, who smells really bad and has eczema and open sores. But it seems that she likes him very much. (NO, she does NOT fuck her dog!) Second, two cats, Dracula and Nosferatu. The cats are a gift from her boss in the firm where she works as a book-keeper. They are magically enchanted because they shall observe her. Terry doesn't know anything about that (and it's not that important, too, maybe in the next adventure). |
| Then, they'll spend the evening together. If the character hasn't fallen in love with her yet, he should do it now. Random master encounter: The PC and Terry meet a group of bums. They want to attack the pair; then, Terry doesn't retreat, but she'll fight altogether with the character. Don't forget: Terry's a maniac, so it's possible that she'll warp the time around her, so she's two times faster then the bums. |
| After that they'll have a very hot night, either in Terry's apartment or in the character's home. Her address is: Cedar Way 1951. (If they don't go to her, she'll give the PC her address and phone number.) Terry's apartment is quite small and looks quite usual, too. (Read more about it further downwards.) |
| Tony's statistics: Attributes: STR 10, GES 15, KON 10, EGO 5, WAH 20 Initiative +3, Damage bonus +2, Natural Armor 1, Movement 7,5 m, Endurance 80, Damage capacity 4 SC, 3 LW, 2 SW, 1 DW Height 1 m, Length 1,2 m, Weight 45 kg (100 lbs.). Attacks: Bite 15 (SC 1-6, LW 7-11, HW 12-17, FW 18+) |
| Next day, the character in love with Terry is going to call her, but unfortunately she's not at home. He should be very depressed about that. If the characters go to her appartment, they'll find a dead body in the kitchen that was stabbed into the heart, clubbed to death and has lots of burns on the upper part of the body. The dead guy is a male black, about thirty years old. Again, a death magician or a character with the advantage "enhanced awareness" could recall what happened: |
| Terry was spending the night with cigarettes, brewskis and TV, when the attacker came in. She was alone, but she had the wits to resist. It seems that he wasn't prepared for that. Now he's dead, but Terry isn't here anymore, too. The complete story (as comic; start here): |
| "Studies have shown that the most effective way of dealing with a rape situation, is to react in an unexpected manner, which will throw the rapist off guard" Some variations on this school of thought are: |
| The swinging a beer bottle and acting like a maniac...
Picture 1: The potential rapist and a woman doing what I just said. Raper thinks: "Is that a female?" |
| ... and the getting down on your hands and knees and barking like a dog method...
Picture 2: Woman barking to rapist. He pisses off and his cock fizzles. He thinks: "I can't deal with this..." But the best rape story of them all is... |
| True story by Virginia Lombard, star of stage & screen
Illustrated by Dori Seda, Vampire bookkeeper Small picture: Dori / Virginia grinning: "This story makes me look like the bad guy!" |
| Picture 3: Virginia lying relaxed on her bed, smoking and watching T.V. Then, the strange black guy appears... Text: Late one night, I was laying in bed, watching some T.V. before retiring. My husband, Drake, was out of town on business. Suddenly, a spaced out black dude, who'd been hiding in my closet, appeared and reached for my big toe! |
| Picture 4: She understands in what a situation she is. Text: In a split second, I remembered a prison drama I had produced in Jersey. "The lingo came back". I knew I had to break all class barriers, 'cos little Miss White America was in big trouble! I had to be badder than he ever dreamed of being... ...I jumped out of bed and yelled... |
| Picture 5: Virginia staring wildly at him: "Who sent you?" Black guy thinks: "What da fuck?" |
| Picture 6: Virginia clunks him onto a chair in the kitchen. Text: I led him out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I knew the staging had to be right. I could not allow him to corner me. Virginia: "Jesus Christ, I've had it with this shit!! I'm supposed to get a phone call before you show up! Thinks: "I got 'im!" |
| Picture 7: Text: I began to interrogate him like the brainwashers in the movies. Virginia smokes a cigarette and walks as threateningly as she can around his chair.. He is frightened. Virginia: "You're in more trouble than you've ever been in your fuckin' life! You blow it, and you're blowin' it for a lot of people... are you a cop?" Black guy: "No, Lady! I ain't no cop! ... I ain't no cop!!" |
| Picture 8: Text: My insinuation was that I hid convicts on the lam in my apartment. Virginia, menacing: "Then tell me who sent you!" Black guy: "..Uh... Joe Buffa sent me..." |
| Picture 9: Virginia's huge face before the black guy, who's shrinking down more and more. Virginia: "Don't you ever come out of the side of your neck with me, dude!" (Prison-talk for, "Don't lie to me, asshole!") Black guy: "....ohh.. shit........" |
| Intervall text: At this point I had 3 clearly developed strategies:
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| Picture 10: Text: KILL TACTIC "A" Large kitchen knife stabbed into the heart. (The pictures show exactly this.) |
| Picture 11: Text: KILL TACTIC "B" Heavy metal frying pan bashed over his head. |
| Picture 12: Text: KILL TACTIC "C" Oven burners - set him on fire. (Dori Seda's story continues [in quite a different way], but Terry's story is finished now. It's not possible for the character to see what happened after that.) |
| Picture 13: Text: He was all shook up at this point and finally confessed that no one sent him. Virginia: "What? ...You just walked in here off the street? You scared the shit out of me! Black guy: "Ah'm sorry. You're a real nice lady... I jus' wanna get outta here..." Virginia: "No... you have to wait for my partner.. have a beer.. I won't hurt you..." |
| Picture 14: Text: He continued to beg, I finally relented. Virginia: "Shhh. Ok buddy, the coast is clear... run for it!" He immediately pisses off. |
| Picture 15: Virginia slams the door, sinking down relieved. Virginia: "Aghhh!" |
| Picture 16: Virginia sitting with a beer & a cigarette at the table. Epilogue: "I don't know why I did what I did 'cos I didn't have a chance to think about it. I just knew I was fighting for my life. We have our smarts and instincts to work for us against their brawn. We must take control in situations like this one. Losing it is exactly what they want and expect." |
| If the characters search Terry's apartment, they find maybe a few drugs in the bathroom, a whip under the bed in the bedroom, some six-packs of beer in the fridge - and a bug in the phone. BTW: They'll find a notebook with a lot of entries they prove that Terry had a real LOT of lovers in the last years. |
| If one of the characters has contacts in the police, they'll tell him that they know the dead guy; he was a thug and often did jobs like that. |
| At this moment, the characters still don't know very much about Terry. If they'll continue the search, the characters will find clues that point to a studio for comics' artists and to the firm S.Z.A.S.Z. where she works. They can find the two addresses in the Yellow pages / szene magazines. (If they go instead to the photographer's school, they'll get the studio's address, too.) The addresses are: |
| Studio: Haight-Ashbury-Street Nr. 36 Firm S.Z.A.S.Z: Romano Street Nr. 19-85 |
| If the characters will at first go to her place of work, they'll surprisingly notice that it's a quite normal firm with . The employees are working on their computers in the Dilbert-comic-typical cubes. Not Terry - she had an own (but very old and very small with no windows) room for her own. (That was just necessary - she can't work without smoking, and she smokes a LOT.) If they ask the other employees, they'll be told that Terry worked in the night, so she hadn't that much contact with the other employees - only with the boss, John Szasz. John Szasz, Terry's boss, is in fact a Vampire / Nosferatu; characters who know something about Childs of the Night, can discover that. That's got nothing to do with the disappearance of Terry, but it's useful if you want to guide them onto a wrong track. Szasz looks exactly as you can imagine a vampire disguised as a human: He's about 65 years old, he's got high cheek-bones, eyes deep in their sockets, thick brows, and a deep, slightly cracked voice with a foreign accent. He's a bit like Christopher Walken as Max Schreck in "Batman Returns". If the characters aks him about Terry, he'll say: "Oh, you arre coming forr 'Heavy-Metal'!" (Pronounced like "Heffy-Mettull".) That's his nickname for Terry, because she always listens "dis moderrn music" during work. (In fact, Terry likes Hardrock much more [her lover will know about that, too], but Szasz can't distinguish these kinds of music.) If they continue to ask him about Terry, he'll tell them that Terry has been an orderly and hard-working book-keeper. (That's true, too, but it doesn't fit with Terry's appearance and behavior, so the characters can be puzzled even more with that.) (If the players spend too much time here and lost all the track, Szasz should plea them that they'll find her. If they uncover his secret identity, he'll offer his help to them if they'll promise that they won't tell about his secret.) When the characters look into Terry's little room, there'll be at first a heavy smell of lots of cigarettes. There's nothing interesting in her office - a table, a chair, a computer, and other things you need for an office job. Oh, I almost forgot, a little fridge with a few bottles of beer. It's the same beer they found in Terry's apartment. Between the papaers on her table and in the drawers of her table they cab find some sketches. If the characters have been on the wrong track yet, you can move them back to the right one now. Then they'll find again a clue that points to the studio where she worked with other artists. |
| Terry drew her comics in the studio she shares with some other comic artists. One of the artists, Ron, was a close friend of her and can tell a lot about her. In the new comic anthology of the studio they wanted to print a comic of her, too. In this comic Terry wrote an autobiographical story. (Her friend among the PC's knows: Terry only writes about autobiographical things. She told him a lot about that, and she ain't lying.) If the characters keep on asking whether Terry had some enemies or other problems, they should learn that Terry shortly was in fear that she had AIDS. After that, she wrote and drew her comic for the anthology. |
| What Ron can tell about her (you needn't to read out that to the players; tell them how you think it's the best way): Let me tell you about Terry Chop-Part... if you ever chanced to meet this goony female and didn't know any better you might think she was capable of holding down a job as a stripper at the "Chez Paree", or a cocktail waitress someplace... you'd never suspect her of being, say, a book-keeper, which is exactly what she does. Yes, Terry Chop-Part is a full-time book-keeper. And, on top of that, the truly astounding thing is that she is also a first-rate, excellent cartoonist! I don't know how she does it... it's a marvel to me! Terry is a weird character, let me tell you... a mad woman, a maniac. First of all, she's always compulsively giggling and laughing in that loud, hoarse voice of hers, and then it usually turns into a coughing fit, due to excessive smoking and silicosis acquired in a previous job having something to do with pottery. That giggling can be jarring on your nerves at times... and she's a night person, completely... gets up at five o'clock in the evening and goes to work. Besides smoking, she also drinks a lot of beer, and talks a lot about quitting both of this habits. God knows what drugs she must take, and her sex life - read all about it in her comics. Still, she doesn't look particularly unhealthy. In fact, she is a very attractive woman. Lots of men are always after her. Even her screwy behavior has something sexy about it... plus she has that alluring gap between her front teeth. I can't figure her out - the wacko broad that she is in person and the highly skilled, sharply humorous comics she draws just don't connect up that well. Terry the person is a seething, barely controlled nut-case coming out of her skin. Terry the artist is patient, orderly, keenly perceptive, reflective... you might even say wise and reassuring. How does she do it? How does she perform this magic, you keep asking yourself. But if you look real close, you see that her comics are all about this very puzzle... she is her own best cartoon character. Somehow she finds the discipline to sit down and do it. Okay, so maybe it's because she is an incredible ego-maniac. Lucky for us that she is! Oh yes, Terry is a rare bird alright! |
| If you want, you can make the story a bit more complicated now: Terry's neighbors at her apartment called the police, when they heard how she was screaming her head off. But the policemen were taking Terry with them - they were corrupt and had connections to the same enemy who first sent the thug to Terry. Then, they searched the studio and took all the drawings with them. Fortunately, there's a big fan of the artists who has bought a copy of the comics before for some 100 $. The artists will tell the characters his address. The fan is a very shy guy. He tells the characters a lot abut that he's writing a parallel-world story about a man who travels through dimensions to an Alternate Earth where the Nazis won WWII and are going to fight a last war against the USA (in the parallel world, there's still 1970, and the US don't have nuclear weapons). The story tells how the guy can save the alternate earth with the help of Janis Joplin and Richard Nixon. Then, the characters will get the copies of the drawings and can read Terry's last track. BTW: Krystyne, Terry's friend, who's both a comic drawer and a surfer, like Terry, can tell the characters that Terry has shortly met with a dealer and bought a big dose of cocaine. It seems that she wrote and drew the comic during one night after that. |
| At this point, you can show the players the Comic: "Hospital Hell" (Cannibal Romance) |
| (This Comic is really necessary for having fun with the game. If you've got "Cannibal Romance", show it to the players and tell them that they shall read all of it. They only need the comic of Dori Seda in fact, but the rest of the comic book is very crazed, too.) |
| Picture 0 (little picture): Joe Smith, ab. 25, blonde, good-looking. He tells: "I showed my first symptom of cancer in 2013, a quarter of a century after the free elections were banned in Ronniopolis (formerly the U.S.A.). The country was now run by Reagan's brain hooked up to a Disney-land robot. Disease ran rampant due to chemical and nuclear waste dumps in every neighborhood. Revolution was out of the question, as half the population was too sick. Those who remained healthy adopted a lifestyle of decadence and frequent sex orgies, knowing all too well that their days were numbered... I was 24 years old when I sat in that health center waiting room, never dreaming I was on my way to..." |
| Picture 1: There's a broadcast of a speech by Reagan on a very big, very modern screen. Reagan's brain lies in a kind of incubator and is connected through a tube with the Disney-land robot. He tells: "I have a vision of a world free from disease... and when our scientists find a cure for cancer, I will give it to the Russians."
Two patients, a black woman around thirty in casual clothing and a yuppie with suit and briefcase, are sitting on a couch. The black lady asks: "Whatta they gonna do when cansuh gets that brain?" Yuppie: "Why, replace it with a computer, of course! Computers can perform all the functions of the human brain, and best of all, they don't get sick." On the table before them lies a Nerdweek (means: Newsweek). In the foreground sit two chicks with piercings in the lips and half-shaven heads (in a kind of monk-style) are sitting and talking. Chick 1: "I hope we get some good drugs!" Chick 2: "Tee-hee!" You can see through the window next to the "No smoking"-sign some heavily smoking factory chimneys. Joe's sitting in an armchair and thinks: "I hope I get Dr. Doda... the one with the big tits!" |
| Picture 2: The receptionist: "Dr Doda is ready to see Joe Smith now." He thinks: "Hubba-hubba!" |
| Picture 3: Text: Boy, was she ready! Dr. Doda's staying in a corsage and tights leaned on the table with the medical tools. There's a glass of wine on the table, too. Dr. Doda: "Unfortunately your x-rays show a large, hideous tumor... But why don't you take your clothes off, so I can do a little 'explanatory examination' on that gorgeous bod of yours." |
| Picture 4: On the wall hangs Joe's x-ray. He's staying there in his pants, Dr. Doda's squats before him. You can see very clear the tumor on his belly. Except of the tumor his body looks well-trained and good-looking. Joe: "Is it bad, Doc?" Dr. Doda, pointing at the tumor: "Well you do have quite a lump here..." |
| Picture 5: She grabs for his dick. Dr. Doda: "and a nice big lump down here..." |
| Picture 6: She makes him a blow-job. A whip and some handcuffs are hanging on the wall behind them. Joe: "Oooh! You're curing me!" |
| Picture 7: He ejaculates into her face. Dr. Doda: "You don't have any medical insurance, and medi-cal was outlawed yesterday. The new government policy is to let people in your income bracket die in the streets..." |
| Picture 8: Joe puts on his clothes again. Dr. Doda: "But you're such a hunk, I'm sure, 'Hospital Hell' will take you!" Joe: "Hospital Hell?" |
| Picture 9: Dr. Doda is sitting on her desk. Joe ties his shoes. Dr. Doda: "Don't be put off by the name... Hospital Hell is owned by a wealthy heiress with a sick sense of humor - you'll like her a lot. She's very kinky." Joe: "Gee thanks!" |
| Picture 10: Text: I was sure that Dr. Doda had given me the wrong address when I ended up in front of a ritzy gourmet food shop. Joe's staying before a shop with the neon sign: "Upscale's Gourmet", next to him a woman with a kind of bob coiffure and a fur collar, who looks a bit like an expensive whore. Joe: "Pardon me, but I'm looking for 'Hospital Hell'..." Woman: "Oh - that. The entrance is around in back. ...excuse me." |
| Picture 11: Text: I walked through a dark alley that stunk of garbage, and came to a door. A dirty backyard with overfilled garbage cans. The entrance door looks like the door of a prison cell with its window behind bars. On the door's a grafitti, "FUCK". Above's a sign: Hospital Hell Joe thinks: "I might be better off dying in the street." |
| Picture 12: Text: But the atmosphere inside made me feel right at home. A room with expensive curtains. Joe squats on the floor, Manica - wearing sexy underwear - kneels before him. She's a young blonde slim good-looking woman with sensuous lips. Joe: "Uh, hi! I'm Joe Smith..." Thinks: 'Whatta hot broad!' Manica: "And you can just call me Manica... I've been waiting all day for a big strong man like you to walk through the door." Joe: "Uh... I've got cancer..." |
| Picture 13: Manica lies herself onto a diwan. Manica: "Well, we're gong to take care of all of that... even if you're not rich, poor thing. I'll even give you $1,000 if you'd like to take part in a little 'experiment.'" Joe protests: "Uh - no experimental surgery!" |
| Picture 14: Manica's getting closer to Joe: "We never experiment in our surgical methods... they're reahlly very boring. I'd like to try out a new girl on you!" Joe, who's sweating because he's not sure about the situation: "A new girl?" Manica: "Yeah! Girl... nurse... slut... whatever!" |
| Picture 15: Manica: "You see, at Hospital Hell we want you to take the usual dreary experience of cancer surgery, and turn it into the hottest orgy of the patient's life!" Joe, in love: "Gee whiz!" Manica gives him money: "Here - take your money. Your surgery is scheduled for tomorrow at three... be here at noon." |
| Picture 16: Text: I emerged from the alley with a feeling of hope and $ 1,000 cash in my pocket. Joe' staying again on the street before the gourmet shop of picture 10 with the neon sign: "Upscale's Gourmet-Delights". He's happy and thinks: "Some good caviar would be good for my 'Last meal'... hadn't had that since I was a kid." |
| Picture 17: In the shop. Text: The gourmet food shop was a paradise to a poor man. I wandered past the escargot and various pate's to the back of the store, where many small jars were displayed. Their contents remained a mystery, as the labels were only numbered. Joe's staying before the shelf and holds a jar (Number 27) with unidentifiable tiny balls in his hand. The shelf is full of jars, but the labels are only numbered, as he told already. The numbers you can read are: 57, 16, 23, 38, 22, 30, 42, 53, 66, 72, 27. There are two signs, first saying "Sale! #27 $199,00" and the second: "New! Try #78!" Joe: "What the fuck?" |
| Picture 18: At the cash desk. Joe: "Hey lady! Do you know what these little purple things are? The label says: 'number 27.'" The bored clerk: "The owner is out and I just work here... ya wanna buy that?" |
| Picture 19: Text: When I got home my girlfriend, Janet, fixed me #27 over noodles. The flat is extremely run-down: The lamp on the ceiling is nothing but a bulb on a wire, mice are running on the damaged wooden floor, Joe and Janet are sitting on wooden crates instead of chairs, the table itself is made of a and four cardboard boxes. The window's broken, the W.C. is separated only through a torn curtain from the rest of the room. Janet: "Hey! These little purple things are delicious!! What are they?" Joe: "I dunno, but I've got enough money left for another jar if I survive my surgery." |
| Picture 20: Text: And when we made love, I fantasized about Manica's trim body. They've got sex on a mattress (they have no real bed). Janet: "Honey - they gotta cure you! They just gotta!" Joe: "Yeah..." He remembers how Manica said: 'I've been waiting all day for a big strong man like you to walk through the door.' |
| Picture 21: Text: I returned to Hospital Hell next day. Manica wasn't there. A 300 pound woman shot me up with drugs. Joe's lying on his bed, he's handcuffed to the metal frame. The woman (she's not as fat as he tells, but still very big, I admit) gives him an injection. She's wearing a kind of a mask that looks like a big iron jaw. He tries to resist and pedals with his legs. Joe: "Manica! Manica!!" Nurse: "Manica's busy with surgery! Yer gettin' Sylvia..." |
| Picture 22: Text: The "experiment" was like a dream. I fell into a stupor of total ecstasy. Now there's a nurse in a white coat next to Joe's bed. She's got black hair that's done in long spikes (looks a bit like the statue of liberty). Nurse: "I'm your nurse, Sylvia... Now are you a good boy, or a bad boy?" Joe: "Wha-?" |
| Picture 23: Sylvia opens her white coat, so he can see a part of her breasts. Sylvia: "Well, would you like to see nursey's tits and nursey's muff?" Joe: "Yeah!" |
| Picture 24: Sylvia undresses her coat; you can see that she's wearing a corsage of black leather with spikes that shows her breasts and her crotch, a chain around the upper part of her body and long black leather-boots. She beats the air with a whip. Sylvia: "Bad boy!!" Joe: "Yikes!" |
| Picture 25: Joe tries to get away from her. Joe: "Look, I'm under the influence of some very powerful drugs, and I didn't really want to see your muff... I'm a really nice guy!" Sylvia stays on the bed, whipping him again: "That's what they all say!!" |
| Picture 26: Sylvia: "Ya wanna see my muff, huh?" Joe: "Jesus Christ!" He's lying on the back, she's standing straggle-legged over him and pisses on his belly. |
| Picture 27: Text: And I liked it!! I must have been out cold when Sylvia wheeled me into surgery. Sylvia, who's still wearing her dominatrix-outfit, pushes Joe's bed into the direction of the surgery. He's number 83. Two big society matrons look onto him. One of them's wearing a fur, the other one's wearing a dress with big flowers. (He's still naked, BTW.) Woman in dress: "Ooh! He's a real heartbreaker, isn't he?" Woman in fur: "Mmm..." |
| Picture 28: Text: I thought I regained consciousness for a moment at the end of my operation. Manica was there, but the scene was too bizarre... I must have dreamt it. Joe, half-concious, is lying on the OP-table. He's hooked up to I.V., his belly is still cut open. Manica holds his big tumor in her hands: "It's magnificent!" Helper 1: "A lovely tumor!" Helper 2: "- And malignant too! There will be more!" |
| Picture 29: Text: I slept for a long time and had pleasant dreams of my middle-class childhood. Although the middle class in Ronniopolis had vanished by the time I reached puberty, this was still my most recurrent dream. Joe sleeps happily, doesn't wish for anything else. |
| Picture 30: Text: When I woke up Manica was sitting next to my bed. Joe's lying in his bed in a luxurious bedroom with a chandelier and big velvet curtains. Manica (who's wearing sexy black underwear) is sitting on the rim of the bed: "Well, big boy, ya wanna fuck?" Joe: "Why not?" |
| Picture 31: Text: Manica was a great surgeon! I'd never felt better in my life!! Manica is lying on the bed, Joe's fucking her from the front. |
| Picture 32: Joe's fucking Manica from behind. They're having an orgasm at the same time. |
| Picture 33: Joe und Manica lie on the bed. Their genitalias are literally steaming. Manica smokes a cigarette: "Oh gawd! You're as strong as an ox! - Definitely my greatest surgical accomplishment!" Joe: "Hey, babe - I'm gonna have lots of fun recoverin' in your hospital!" |
| Picture 34: Manica stands up and dresses her pants: "No, honey. If you're healthy enough to fuck my brains out, you're healthy enough to go home." Joe: "Aw shit." Manica: "I'm a serious professional, and I can't spend all my time fucking around! *sigh*" |
| Picture 35: Joe stands up: "But can I call you sometime? Maybe we could go to a movie?" Manica, already leaving: "I'm reahlly too busy running this hospital and all... but if you have any more cancer problems, please call me. I adore having you as my patient!" |
| Picture 36: Manica gives him a little bag: "And I have a little surprise for you... some free drugs! We have the best drugs in town, you know." Joe: "Hey thanks, Manica!" |
| Picture 37: Text: I stopped at the gourmet food shop for some #27 to bring home to Janet. Two society matrons were fighting over something and blocking the aisle. The two women of picture Nr. 27 are arguing. Woman in fur: "I saw it first!" Woman in dress: "No!! I talked to the clerk when they first brought it out!!" |
| Picture 38: The two women start a fight. A little clerk is coming from behind and tries to make peace: "Ladies! Ladies! Please!!" But Joe just stares, his mouth wide-open, onto the new article: There's a plate on top of a little column under a sing that tells: "Special! Fresh! #83 $4,000.00", and his freshly cut-out tumor is lying on the plate. Now he understands. |
| Picture 39: Joe, covered in sweat, remembers how Manica said: "It's magnificent!" (Picture 28) Text: Suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore. Janet would be disappointed if I returned without another jar of #27, but the drugs that Manica had given me would mellow her out. |
| The characters have two possibilities: Either they'll look now for a special Sex-Club, or they look for Manica Morton. (Her real name is Monica Marton; if the characters don't have the right idea, let them make an EGO throw.) If the characters really have no idea what to do, help them with coincidence / fate: As you know, Terry's got a dog. Let him run into the characters and get trusted with Terry's lover. Then the characters can let him look for Terry (and will find the way to the club.) |
| The address of the club is: Viper Street 1988. In the house at this address is the club. It's got not so much to do with a hospital. But there's a lot of sex here, as in "Hospital Hell" - even more and even worse. |
| Monica Marton is a disguised razide of Nahemoth. She blackmails guests of the club who got AIDS there; she threatens them to tell everything to their significant others / bosses / other important persons and makes them despair. She knows the Lore of Madness; so she can pretend that everything is fine, though all her prostitutes have AIDS (and look that way, too). |
| Attributes: STR 50, GES 30, KON 40, AUS 15 / 1, EGO 20, CHA 15, WAH 30, BIL 20 5 Actions, Endurance 230, 15 m Movement, Initiative Bonus +18, Damage Bonus +9, Damage Capacity 9 SC, 8 LW, 6 HW, 2 FW Magic: Lore of Death 30, all spells 20, Possession Spell 30, Lore of Madness 40, all spells 40. Skills: Dodge 30, Etiquette 10, Information Retrieval 18, Man of the World 25, Melee and Throwing weapons 40, Net of Contacts (Sex industry) 15, Photography 10, Projectile Weapons 25, Search 20, Torture 40. |
| Terry sometimes visited the club, until the day when she had a look through the illusions there. "Monica" told her that she would kill her if Terry would tell anybody about what she saw. Then Terry had the idea to make a comic about her experiences, only a bit changed. (OK, that's a crazy idea, but don't forget, Terry's both drug-addicted and a bit crazy.) Monica didn't trust Terry, so she bugged her phone and got the information about the comic that way. Then she sent the thug and later the corrupted cops who kidnapped Terry and brought her to Monica. Then Monica (eventually) stole the comics, but she didn't know about the copies. |
| There are two regular guests who look like the two society matrons from the comic. They're both already infected, but they still fight for who's getting which male prostitute. They're only NPC's who haven't got anything to do with the PC's. (I just want to show: Everything what happened in the comic has connections to the real world. You know: All of Terry's comix are based on real events, so is this one.) |
| She's a disguised azghoul. Since she had a fight against Monica, she has an artificial jaw of iron Monica made her. If Monica should be killed, Kathy will return to METROPOLIS and doesn't fight the PC's anymore. She looks like a very strong, very big woman (like the woman in picture Number 21.) |
| Attributes: STR 40, AGL 20, CON 20, COM 7 / 3, EGO 10, CHA 5, PER 10, EDU 10 4 Actions, Endurance 130, 10 m Movement, Initiative Bonus +8, Damage Bonus +7, Damage Capacity 5 SC, 4 LW, 3 HW, 1 FW Special attack: Iron jaw 20 (SC 1-4, LW 5-8, HW 9-15, FW 16+) Skills: Automatic weapons 15, Climb 15, Dodge 10, Drive Vehicle 10, Handgun 10, Impact Weapons 15, Mechanics 15, Rifle and Crossbow 15, Search 10, Survival 15, Throwing weapons 15, Unarmed Combat 20, Whips & Chains 20. |
| One of Monica's human servants. She's extremely brutal, almost as bad as her "lady"-boss. |
| Attributes: STR 12, AGL 12, CON 12, COM 8, EGO 12, CHA 7, PER 10, EDU 10 2 Actions, Endurance 90, 6 m Movement, Initiative Bonus +0, Damage Bonus +1, Damage Capacity 4 SC, 3 LW, 3 HW, 1 FW Dark Secret: Pact with Razides, i.e. Monica Disadvantages: Bad reputation, Curse, Mental Compulsion (has to do sadistical games with the guests, 10 Points), Mental Constriction (any kind of positive feelings), Sexual Neurosis (Sadism of the worst thinkable kind, 15 Points), Touchy Advantages: None! Mental Balance: -70 Skills: Dodge 10, Drive Vehicle 10, Torture 25, Handgun 15, Impact Weapons 12, Whips & Chains 20, Search 10, Unarmed Combat 20. |
| Some of them are former guests of the club who were forced by Monica to work here and to transmit AIDS to other guests. They'll have too much fear to attack the PC's (okay, only if they've got guns). |
| If Monica will see that there are too many enemies against her, she'll try to possess one of the players in the right moment, or to open a portal to hell. (There are special torture rooms in the club for people who like that, so it's possible that the characters will not notice the difference when they cross the invisible border.) |
| There are two possibilities: Maybe she's alive, then she'll be in Sylvia's torture cell, and the PC's can liberate her. Maybe she's dead already, then her spirit is still there ('cause she won't want to go to hell / Inferno already) and can help the PC's. If you think that's a crazy idea, don't forget: it's possible that Terry's lover is killed during the fights. Then they'll be united in death, like Romeo & Juliet. No, I'm not telling a bad joke; if there's a PC who can see spectres he'll experience a very nice scene of love between the two. (There's a comic-strip by Krystine Kryttre in "Cannibal Romance" that tells exactly such a story, too.) |
