Throng of Ghosts

Throng of Ghosts is a scripted random encounter that the player character may come across while travelling throughout the wilderness of Arkham.

Script
''During you journey, you start hearing the murmurous echoes of a throng. As the sound increases to a disturbing volume, you can hear people yell in disquietude, panic and even terror, but regardless of where you direct your glance, they cannot be seen. Then silence… Where have they gone?''

''Suddenly a shock jolts your body and you unaccountably find yourself within the crowd. You’re still in Arkham, but it’s… It’s old Arkham! Lifting your head up, you see the leaden skies of Earth. People are in panic, trampling each other to escape.''

''One among them is unaware of your presence and is dashing straight at you. On impulse, you lift your hand as a protective measure, but the woman simply passes right through it. A wave of panic starts to heave in you. What’s this place? Are they the ghost or are you?''


 * 1) Gather all your willpower to try and disenthrall yourself from this nightmare (Will)
 * 2) Try to reconnoitre what’s going on. (Investigation)
 * 3) Start to run away like the others.

Note: All roads lead to the same conclusion.

Option 1 (Gather...)
''You fully condition your conscious to break out from this terrorizing vision into which you were brutally shoved. You repeat; This isn’t real, this isn’t happening right now…''

Option 2 (Try...)
''Trying to calm down, you gaze at the buildings that encompass the cityspace. They seems to fall apart, reunite and crumble again, on and on.''

Option 3 (Start...)
Amidst the frenzy, the fallen get trampled under your feet as you run madly through the streets which widen and narrow out in byzantine fashion.

Fixed Conclusion
''Then the hellish sound of apocalypse comes cracking up the dimensions of reality, penetrating into your mind and soul. To preserve your sanity, you once again hear that sound which was erased from your memory and thereby remember...''

''This is the Black Day! As it’s getting re-enacted, you once again understand that no human trait or merit of yours can ever rescue you from this Hell. The skies above melt away and the whole world is dyed in repulsive colours. People are ripping each other apart.''

''This is ruin, both material and spiritual. The ultimate downfall of humanity.''

''When you find yourself in the lonely and forsaken wilderness, you realise that you’re lying on the ground in fetal position. Your nails have gashed your palms, your jaw won’t open from being clenched tight and you’ve peed yourself.''


 * Gain 25 Angst
 * Lose 5 Sanity