GET TO THE RADIO.

Dismount and run for the station to get our task completed

(also fuck yes Ashcan Peat)

>>17416374

Sweet you're back!

Scout out the station, there might still be someone in there coordinating the police effort amidst the chaos. Ask Roger, maybe he has an idea for getting in unnoticed.

Rip clothes off to reveal power armor, bolt pistol, and daemonhammer....FOR THE EMPEROR! NO MERCY! NO RESPITE! NO REMORSE! IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR, LET NONE SURVIVE!

>>17416399
>>17416407
As you dismount, you ask Roger Dunn in a loud voice "Wha' is the plan, in 'ere Roger? Just walk in through da' two front doors?" You scratch at your beard, flaking away dried blood.

"Exactly right, Peter. The police have no idea that Mary-belle and I are involved and so we should be able to walk right inside with ease. It's not like they are at full staff right now. You do still have that flute, don't you? Would you play a ditty now so I can get an idea of the range?"

He wants you to play the flute. What do you do?

>>17416439
NO!

Oh god the things we saw creep into our brain when we played that flute. I'd rather use it only when we have no other choice.

>>17416439

Doesn't the flute hurt our sanity and stamina?

I'd say no to playing it for now, and if possible tell him about the tone as accurately as Pete can if playing the flute does hurt us. Tell him playing the thing makes you nervous or somesuch.

>>17416462
>>17416473
You have decided against playing the flute in the parking lot, warning Roger against meddling too much with dark powers. Roger quickly agrees. "Of course, of course Peter. Just make sure that when the time comes, you are ready to perform, eh? This is going out county wide after all!"

He adjusts his coat and takes Mary-belle by the arm. "Just follow us in and don't take your cap off. With any luck no one will be the wiser. Let's go!"

You tuck the pistol into one coat pocket and the flute into the other. You are carrying your oak walking cane with the bear headed handle. As you enter the Arkham police station through the two double doors you realize that the station is not empty at all, just empty of police. Two exasperated clerks are manning phones non-stop and the calls keep on coming in. One of them eyes your group as you enter "Are you here for as an Emergency volunteer, Professor? Go right in, the Mayor is trying to get the broadcast system up and running." She gestures vaguely towards a back room.

The station is otherwise deserted, and you notice a large vaulted room clearly marked "Armory" next to a locked door marked "Evidence Control." Beyond that you can hear a man cursing under his breathe in the last room, and several people frantically working on something.

Roger begins heading for the back room, with Mary-belle in tow. You pass a very vague and half-finished drawing with a caption reading "The Drifter 'Ashcan' Pete, Thief and Murderer on the loose!" The picture is far too sinister to be you, exaggerated with an evil sneer and a furled brow. What do you do?

>>17416539

Just keep after Roger and get to the radio station. Keep the Armory in mind, just in case this flute thing doesn't work out as planned.

>>17416588
You follow Roger into the back office just as the Mayor of Arkham is saying "... tell people what to do! It's our duty, by the Father and the Mother. Professor Dunn, glad to see you alive! And Mrs. Shaw so glad you are unharmed. Professor, can you take a look at this infernal machine? It just won't work I tell you!"

The Mayor barely glances in your direction, though you certainly notice some things about him. You notice he is a fat and little man whose legs look too short for his body, and his arms too long. His skin has an unhealthy pall to it, and his eyes remind you of a fishes eyes, wide and black and staring.

Just then, you hear the door of the police station barge open but you cannot see who came in. Roger goes to examine the broadcast system, a wall of dials and levers with a microphone near the middle.

You hear a commotion outside, what do you do?

As you contemplate your next action, Roger says "The antennae must be fried from the impact! Were you broadcasting when the meteor broke the atmosphere? It could have cause an electrical discharge which fried some important component. I fear I will have to open up the casing and have a look at the fuses."

Roger Dunn looks frantically back at you and shurgs helplessly.

The commotion gets louder outside. You hear heated words exchanged and then stomping feet coming directly towards the room you are in! The door barges open and you are suddenly standing face to face with a red-faced, irate Remy Sanford!

What do you do?

>>17416672
>>17416649
Put my head down and look away! Maybe he won't notice...

>>17416672

Get ready to defend yourself, maybe get a hand on the pistol to draw quickly. Is Duke with us?

>>17416697
>>17416707
Duke is luckily outside in the car. You turn your head away quickly, pretending to have dropped something and amazingly, Sanford does not recognize you! He stomps into the office and right up to the Mayor.

"Harvey, we need to talk. Now." says Sanford

The Mayor seems to shrink a bit under the gaze of Sanford and says "Of course, Mr. Sanford. Sure. Roger, you tell me the minute this... this thing is up and running, would you? Right this way, Mr. Sanford." The Mayor leads Remy Sanford, still regaled in his fish robes and cap, out of the room. You peer out to see a large gathered crowd of E.:O.:D.: members.

What do you do?

As you stand in indecision, you DO hear Duke, all of a sudden. He's barking out front, going mad from the sound of it. Just then, Professor Dunn says "I was stalling for time, Peter the relays are fine. It was just out of tune but I have the correct radio bands now. Get ready to play your heart out!"

You hear a crunching of metal and a yelp of pain from Duke outside! Do you play the music? Do you rush to the aid of your oldest friend?

What do you do?

>>17416742

Ask Roger if the broken machine is the radio broadcaster.

Keep yourself out of view of the crowd down the hall.

>>17416785
Oh shit, Duke! Ummmm, ummmmm. I'm terrible at making snap decisions, play the flute!

>>17416801
Gonna need some votes, guys.

1. Play the Flute over the Emergency Broadcast System which will go county wide?
2. Rush outside to the aid of Duke, your oldest companion who is in harms way?

>>17416785

PLAY FOR DUKE

What do you guys do?

>>17416864

I vote we play the flute in hopes it stops what's happening to Duke, rather than exposing our self to an angry mob

Help Duke.

>>17416875
>>17416877
I'm going to need a consensus, or a tie breaker. I don't want to get this bogged down I'm supposed to go out tonight lol.

Play the flute!

>>17416912 ... here,

the flute floored everyone within an entire church when we played it. It'll probably fuck with whatever is assaulting Duke.

>>17416829
>>17416875 here

I agree with >>17416925

>>17416912
So be it. Mary-belle quietly shuts the door and locks it, snuffing out Duke's howls of pain. Roger keys the microphone, and immediately the loudest emergency warning you have ever heard begins to play. "Be-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeert. Be-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeert!"

The sound stops and he holds the keyed microphone out to you. Before you begin to play, he jerks it back and says into the microphone "This is Ashcan Pete, playing the Song to Save the World With. Hit it, Peter!"

And you begin to play.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOObl4Nv2zI&feature=related

You lose consciousness as giant wings beat the air, the sound of the spheres erupting into this reality like an atom bomb.

>>17416950

oh shi...

>>17416950
You wake up and it's raining blood. You key your battlecom synch line with a retinal twitch and it notifies you that high intensity scatter bombs have vaporised nearby towns, filling the atmosphere with a haze of human bio-matter. You grab a hunk of roasted rib meat you personally took from the corpse of a dead Grenden rebel collaborator. You remember that she had silver hair and whimpered as you slit her throat. The meat is cold and chewy. You wash it down with collected rain water and hardly notice the bio-matter soup mixed in with it.

With a quick scan of the orbital tracker-finder satellite swarms you can see you are in no immediate danger. You go back to sleep, dreaming of whimpering blonde collaborators.

Oh please tell me Duke survived the night.

HANG IN THERE BUDDY.

>>17416983
You wake up and the world is on cold fire. Everything is light, everything is light and cold, cold space. Somewhere nearby something huge is dying and it is screaming in tones no human should ever hear.

Suddenly, you are aware of 187 separate realities in which your consciousness currently inhabits, all at once. The myriad of Petes, Peters, Peppers, Pattys, Paddys and Poppys flows over you, 187 moments of light and cold, cold space.

Nearby, something dies and you can feel it go, tears of happiness spring to 187 faces across 187 timelines and realities. Suddenly, a face out of the light, a massive face of galactic proportions and it's eye is as large as a star and it is looking right. Into. You.

"Catalog/request/biological/terran/Ashcan Pete.

"Catalog Confirming.

"Subject/Pete/Terran/Gateway Breach/Obstruction of Reality/

"Expel."

Your eyes roll back in 187 heads and 187 people fall asleep simultaneously.

>>17417037

Oh shit, guess we should really not be playing that flute again for awhile.

>>17417037

shit has hit the fucking omniscient fan

I hope that wandering the rails after this will help us forget all this...

>>17417114

Somehow I have the feeling that all the alcohol and all the wandering in the world isn't going to help us forget this.

>>17417037
You wake up. You all wake up, and for an instant you are simultaneously 187 people. Then, a flicker, a stumble in the dark and you are once again in Arkham, MASS. and no where else at all. Duke is licking your face, whimpering. Even now, the memory of what came before right now begins to fade. Your hands are shaking and you realize the entire station is ghostly calm. Nearby, Professor Dunn and Mary-belle Shaw are shakily getting to their feet. You stumble into the hall and see everyone in it lying prone unconscious.

"My god!" Says Mary-belle "Are... are they all dead?"

"No," whispers Professor Dunn. "They are asleep, unless I am mistaken. And they will sleep a very long time indeed..."

Over the course of the next several days the story of the "Arkham Radiation Poisonings" makes national news. "Comet Attack, Martian Invaders?" read the tabloids. Over 187 people were struck into a permanent sleeping condition. The exact number of members in the Esoteric Order of Dagon. Doctors are baffled, claiming none of them have any physical injuries. Rumors surface weeks later that the "Arkham Sick" suffer from horrible nightmares, a condition from which it is impossible to wake them.

You stayed on at the Shaw residence for a month, recuperating. Duke had a broken leg and a few broken ribs from some terrible monster like the one in the Chapel. Seemed you played your final tune one last time. Heh, your final tune. You just don't have the heart to play music, anymore. Not with the memory of that otherworldly tune in your head.

But then, you heard a Jazz track on the radio and it caught your interest something fierce. You long for New Orleans, for the balmy weather and lazy days on the beach. You packed your things after dinner and are just getting ready to slip out the door. You can't tell Mary-belle directly, she would never let you go. So you leave a note instead.

"Not suited for domestic life, I am afraid. I'm off to the open road again, may the wind ever be at your back. Pete. Ps: I'll write when I get a chance."

And with that, you slide open the bay window in your room and slink out onto the lawn. Duke wags his tail as he licks your hand. Together, you walk off again, into the dark of the night.


- THE END -

>>17417162
>Rumors surface weeks later that the "Arkham Sick" suffer from horrible nightmares, a condition from which it is impossible to wake them.

Serves them right, the fish-worshipping cultist bastards.

Although I doubt our sleep is going to be any more restful after what we just witnessed.

>>17417162

FUCK YEAH, MAGIC FLUTES!

Glad our traveling companion made it out OK. Life without Duke would hardly be worth livin'.

>>17417174

That was fantastic OP. I hope I'll get to participate in the next one you do.

>>17417174
>mfw Duke is alive and we ride off into the sunset together

BEST END

Thanks for the participation, guys! And I am right now taking requests for the next investigator in the story line. Please use this resource to make requests.

http://www.arkhamhorrorwiki.com/Investigators

>>17417174

Thanks for sticking with us and story timing OP. I had a lot of fun reading this one shot. Hopefully we will bump into Ashcan Pete further on down the tracks if you have another story you'd like to tell.

>>17417231
Joe Diamond of course!

>>17417222
Tommy Muldoon

>>17417243
Oh shit, he sounds awesome.

Yeah, forget Tommy Muldoon.

JOE DIAMOND!

>>17417245

I second Tommy.

>>17417231

Gloria Goldberg and Marie Lambeau are my favorites, so I'd have to suggest them

>>17417174
Good show, OP.

Fuck yeah Joe Diamond

Tommy Muldoon seems interesting. I gave so much shit to the last Deputy (and I TRIED to make him stern but fair) I feel like I should give the Arkham police a chance at redemption.

But keep going, I am considering Joe Diamond at some point. Whatever is most popular wins.

2 for Joe Diamond
1 for Tommy Muldoon
1 for Gloria Goldberg
1 for Marie Lambeau

>>17417292
3 for Joe Diamond then.

Okay guys I am off for the night, gotta go get some Micro-brew beer and eat with a friend.

Since there are so many investigators, 50, we should get a good consensus in this thread. Will check back later.

Again, thanks for the participation!

Okay I just got doen reading the suptg thread and I'm starting on this one. Very good so far!

Went ahead and archived this thread for posterity.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17416374/

>>17417356
Awesome! Also I am voting for Joe Diamond as well. Looking forward to "Raymond Chandler meets Shadows Over Innsmouth" or something.

What an ending, Duke and We walk off into the night. I like that.

>Hate music
>Jazz music catches interest

FUCKING NYARLATHOTEP! I read your booooooooook!

Just finished reading and bump.

bamp for oc awesome

Finn Edwards!