Saturday, March 7, 2026

Deep Lake, 2004: Ravi's email (Play Report)

Recently there was some talk about the Brindlewood game Public Access on a discord server and we all agreed that the theme was cool but didn't want to play an investigation game where there is no actual investigation. In Brindlewood games players make up the truth because the game isn't about solving mysteries but generating or emulating a narrative. That's cool but not the kind of game I want to play. 

RQ took this as a challenge to run a game of a "Public Access but there is an actual mystery to solve" using something that loosely resembles 24xx. We didn't get very far with solving any mysteries but the vibe was definitely there and we'll see where we get to in further sessions.

I wrote an in-character play report that looks like an email from 2004. I don't know how readable it is but who is reading this anyway? I think if you click on it it's easier.

 

hey man Sorry for not getting back to you earlier. How are you? How is amma?  I am looking for a new job, but don't tell her. There is no chance in hell they hire me... Still waiting for that piece of shit Sal to pay me for last week. I'll send some cash when he does. Anyway, you won't believe what I just watched. Remember those American TV Odyssey tapes? It was weird as fuck!  The evening actually started out pretty normal. Kevin, George, and I went to a house party at Samantha Harrington's place. I think I told you about them before. Kevin is the ex-bassist, and George is the trucker kid. The party was the usual scene, Deep Lake's brightest young minds getting drunk and high to forget their miserable fucking lives. And then Sam pulled us into her garage, and we started to play this game called "The Crying Circle". Everyone had to tell a sob story. It was supposed to summon a spirit or something. After Sam told some Romeo and Juliet copy, I hit them with my experience of the American dream. You should have seen their faces... Kevin followed up with the story of his friend overdosing, really tragic shit. And then it was George's turn. You know she doesn't like to talk too much about her personal stuff, so she borrowed a bit from Final Destination. Linnea gave her shit for it. And then it was Corey's turn, and it got weird. He talked about his dead dog. After he started crying, Linnea suddenly went unresponsive. She was breathing and all but didn't react to anything. It wasn't drugs or anything, I think. I don't know what happened. Then people started leaving, so we left too. And that's when it happened. At home, you know the house I told you about, Kevin and I sat down for some late-night TV and Ballantines. And there it was, a VHS labeled TV Odyssey. Of course we had to watch it. But when we did, something happened. The house was gone. We were gone. There was only the New Mexican desert and a TV on a mobile cart. It flickered on, and a cowboy in a cream-colored suit with a bolo tie appeared. He was almost too big to fit on the screen, and then he started reading fucking tarot cards. I don't know. I don't remember the exact details, but we came to about two hours later. Well, you know us; we rewound the tape and popped it right back in. But this time it was different! It was that puppet show we used to watch. Remember the bird that had you scared shitless? Man, I can't believe what passed as children's entertainment. Those puppets were something else! That's it. Weird shit, am I right? I'll tell you more about it another time. Got to sleep and  then work. Take care.  PS. Have you listened to the 50 Cent tape I sent you?
this is a 90% accurate reconstruction of the historic outlook express