Posted on December 6, 2012
Cthulhu comes home
Well it has taken ~20 years but finally those good chaps at Chaosium have got round to updating Gaslight.
I am trembling with excitement, possibly even dribbling. Ah no I slightly soiled myself. Too much opium…
Button on a freshly starched collar, add tie. Check moustache in the mirror, seat top hat onto neatly oiled hair. Scarf, coat, cane, gloves.
Now what to do today…
Why does no-one ever visit the ruined docks since that terrible fire?
With the Thames fully frozen over the “Telegraph” suggests it must be wolves preying on vagrant children???
Just what goes on at the Torchwood Institute private members club?
Terrible luck that the train broke down out on the moor… in the snow… at night…and the guard was never found?
Should I arrange to join my cousin at his dig in Alexandria???
What just caused my Great Uncle to be suddenly taken into the asylum and why can we not visit?????
Ah! Mrs Mullen has laid out today’s newspaper. Goodness! Yet more graves robbed? Well that can wait till I get back. Where is that bloody pipe!?
LET ME AT THIS! If I had a time machine I would already be there!
(If you need any inspiration or background materials also check out “Victoriana” by Cubicle 7!)