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receiver can translate sounds and messages
that would make your ears shrivel.
Your mouth would struggle in protest
while you watched, helplessly, as the
receiver transformed itself into a giant
earwig, reaching for your face ...
• The character enters a phone booth
and falls straight into a hole where the
floor used to be. Roll for AGL to see if
the character manages to hang on to
the ledge. If not, he or she will fall
some ten feet to collapse in a sewer of
underground Metropolis.
• The character, just about to pick up
the receiver to make a call, is surprised
by a shrill ringing signal. Ifthe
character chooses to answer it, an outof-breath,
slightly panicky voice will
say, 'Hello, who is it? Is anybody there?
Please, whoever it is, just say something!
You must answer! They're after
me, all afternoon they've been following
me. I've kept to crowds, so they
haven't been able to get at me, but I
can't run any longer. I'm standing at
the corner of X Street and Y Road (the
GM decides). One of them is standing
across the street, staring at me with
his cold eyes - but where's the other
one? I can't see... ' The voice is cut
short in a surprised gurgle, by a dull
crunching sound. Then silence ­
long silence. Then, suddenly, a heavy,
very harsh voice cuts in, sputtering
out an unholy curse of strained, guttural
sounds. This voice sounds much
closer than the one before, and its
curses are followed by distinct ripping
sounds as if something is tearing the
skin off a quartered pig. Another short
silence follows. Then, as if on command,
all four windows of the phone
booth explode, shattering the view of
an ordinary street into just so many
pieces of glass, and revealing an altogether
different, terrible cityscape.
The character is now in Metropolis...
• The character picks up the receiver
and inserts a few coins. Over the earpiece
comes a distant hissing sound
which changes in tone and intensity
depending on how the character holds
• the receiver. There's no getting rid of
the sound. Then the meter goes crazy,
counting numbers totally at random.
Over the constant hiss, comes a
hoarse whisper: '(Name of character)'
The name is repeated until the character
answers. Then the cold, steei
armored telephone cable starts swinging
to and fro: 'Come to us...' the
anonymous whispering voice drones
on, the cable now twisting itself,
wilder and wilder, ' ...we're waiting for
you...' and a thick greenish-yellow
smokes comes oozing out of the
mouthpiece. 'What took you so long?'
the muffled voice asks, while at the
same time the cable is twisting itself
around the character's forearm, and
the smoke is clouding up, stinging the
character's eyes and throat. The whisper
perseveres: 'You know that you
belong here. Come to us.' The smoke
is now almost impenetrable, blocking
out most of the booth itself and all of
its surroundings, and the cable is
clutching tighter to the character's
arm, tighter and tighter, and then
tighter still. The character, who can't
pry it loose, has the circulation cut off
from the lower arm and hand. 'join
us Live with us... Become one with
us ' The hard segments of the cable
dig deep into the character's flesh, and
the receiver seems to merge with his
hand. The character writhes in pain.
Suddenly, five vaguely human shapes
loom out of the smog, pressing their
hideous features to the glass and staring
with wild, mad eyes at the character.
Their faces are barely human,
twisted and deformed by slimy tubes
jutting in and out of their skin, thick,
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