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