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>> "Collect Call of Cthulhu" <<
by -> Ken-ohki
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It was a friday, just like any other friday. Thursday came before
it, and saturday was due to come the next day. Just like any other friday,
or so I thought...
I went to work in a cheery mood, for the weekend was approaching.
True, I had toiled for 4 days previously, but no matter, I would work
through the day and be free. I had plans to go see a concert that night,
some new band called Shub-Niggarauth's 1000 Dancing Hooves. I had heard of
them through a friend of a friend, so to speak, and I was assured that they
were a band I would like quite a bit. Since the show was only $5 I decided
it was worth a shot.
The day dragged on, but I tried to remain in good spirits. It was
friday, TGIF! By lunchtime, however, I realized that it was no use to
maintain my good mood, and I stared into space for the entire afternoon. I
left the office early, and went to an arcade.
I played Mortal Kombat XVIII for the next 3 hours. I always play as
SuperDimensionalFighterMega Sonya. She is the best. Her TitaniumDeadly
Scissors attack always gets them, even the best.
Having spent my rage from the boring day at work I went to Sloppy
Sam's Food Emporium and had a Sloppy Pork Sandwich for dinner. It was
sloppy, and probably didn't do my digestive system any good. No matter, I
was psyched, for it was almost time for the concert, but first I would have
to go home and change.
When I got home there was a message on my machine. It said "Go to
the payphone on 3rd and McGillicutty. Be there at 8:30pm sharp. Await a
call with further instructions. <click>"
Normally, I probably would have written this off as a crank call, but
I was strangely intrigued by this message. After I changed into suitable
clothes for the concert, I drove over to the payphone.
8:28:00 Bored
8:28:15 Curious
8:28:30 Bored
8:28:45 Curious
8:29:00 Bored
8:29:15 Curious
8:29:30 Adjust Myself
8:29:45 Bored
8:30:00 RING!
I was rather suprised that the phone actually rang. I picked it up
and was suprised to hear a mechanical voice asking me to accept a collect
call, although I didn't understand the name, as it was mumbled. I was in a
curious mood, so I accepted the charges (I never thought, at the time, that
accepting charges at a payphone made absolutely no sense.)
"Can I speak to Arthur?"
"There is no one here by that name."
"Oh, so sorry."
To this day I do not know what that call was about. It made me late
for the concert though, which was ok, because the band sucked.
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #232 -- written by Ken-ohki -- 4/18/98 *
