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I made a oneshot called Scooby Doo and the Pooch on the Doorstep. Pregens for everyone, with the Scooby character being the only one who had to roll English to actually be understood (with some bonus skills to make up for it). While making it, I couldn't decide if the joke was "It's just a Scooby Doo mystery with a monster to unmask at the end" or "This time, The Monsters Are Real! (TM)". So, I split the difference and had a fake cult worshiping a real demon monster. Fun times were had by all, even if half the gang remained convinced that it wasn't real by the end of it.
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Been running my group through the Eternal Lies campaign, and it's been a blast. The dramatis personae are: Professor Reed, a expert archeologist who was initially described as "the jerk archeologist from Indiana Jones who is just in it for the money and fame." Agatha Oliver, a world famous mystery writer who had a mysterious disappearance for a few weeks before the game started. Miss Zola, an alienist with a pirate radio station where she answers letters on air. Full spoilers through act one and part of act two below After their initial send off in a rainy New York from a nondescript airport hanger, they barreled their way through the Savannah node by sucking up to the psychiatrist in charge of our unfortunate, retired cultists and investigator with only minor supernatural haunts to unnerve but not deter them. The Los Angeles node would be a much more difficult nut to track, as their scattershot approach put most of the pieces together about the dread ending of the last batch of investigators that stuck their noses into the goings on of the Los Angeles cult, but it also quickly alerted the new incarnation of said cult. After the first time their hotel rooms were tossed and one of them was questioned in the hospital after an encounter with Nectar drug dealers went wrong, they decided a tactical retreat was in order, and had the ever reliable Frank start the plane up and got out of town before the cops were wide to their intention. They've presented their findings to Mrs. Winston-Rodgers and have convinced her that her father was both not a loon and left his work tragically unfinished. They also managed to convince her that an excursion to wartorn Ethiopia was merited, due to the cult's dedicated research in the area. Mrs. Winston-Rodgers views it as a detour and diversion when the real evil lurks in Los Angeles, but reluctantly underwrites the expedition when reminded that the investigators have to wait for the heat to die down. Now, the red line traces it's way across the Atlantic and more than fascists wait in the African deserts.
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