The highlight:
One of my characters was grabbed by a mafia boss and jerked from her chair to standing. She slipped out of her silk shirt as he held her as a shield, then crouched down and elbowed him hard in the gonads, causing a very high-pitched yelp and instantly dropping him, very nearly killing him.
She may be a self-centred dilletante with too much money and not enough sense, but she doesn't like to be manhandled, and after all, she is taught in self-defence and martial arts. Go, Celeste!
Of course, the fact that this pleased me so well is probably some sick inner lesbian feminazi man-hating thing buried deep in my psyche. But it is also tempered with the knowledge that if the goons can figure out who our characters are, we are so going to be targeted by the mob, especially darling Celeste.
Oh well. This adventure has petty criminals, Yog Sothoth, Deep Ones, earthquake-causing cthonians, an immortal Chinese man, disappearing women, strange 'black madness', grizzly bear shamans, and an outfit called New World Industries all nestled in the hills of San Francisco. What's a mob boss to the mix?
It's so going to be a smoking crater by the time we finish with it. Thank goodness this is just a game.
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