Pulp Cthulhu

[Jeremy]

Karina would never wear granny panties like that

[Wg Cdr Luddite]

Oi ! There's nothing wrong with cami knickers mate.

[grizzlymc]

Wingco, you wear whatever nickers you like.

[Etranger]

Oi ! There's nothing wrong with cami knickers mate.

Meh!

[Wg Cdr Luddite]

Oi ! There's nothing wrong with cami knickers mate.

Meh!

OK, so you're dyslexic.

Oh, and Victorian ankle boots.

[BaronVonWreckedoften]

I think Etranger's ankles are from New South Wales.

[Shahbahraz]

I think Etranger's ankles are from New South Wales.

Oh, they constantly talk about property prices and are envious of Queenslander white shoes?

[Etranger]

I think Etranger's ankles are from New South Wales.

Oh, they constantly talk about property prices and are envious of Queenslander white shoes?

But the view from them of the harbour is to die for....

[levied troop]

Oi ! There's nothing wrong with cami knickers mate.

Meh!

Does that mean you can’t see him coming?

[goat major]

We opened with the troll lunging for Karina and chasing her but then taking a devastating round from the elephant gun fired by Randall. This made it quite livid, grasping out to grab Randall with its huge clunking fists, luckily for our moustachioed hero he just managed to dive into the car and avoid being squeezed until his pips popped. Derrick fired into the air with his shotgun and then remembered he had a crate of dynamite in the truck , meanwhile Hilaire got everyone else into his truck and drove over to rescure Karina.

Enraged by the sound of the truck the troll picked it up and tossed it down the road, cascading poor Gunnhildur down a ravine and causing Dr Singh to scrape his knee. Boy did that sting and he let everyone know about it.

By now the poor troll had had enough and turned to run for its lair but was stopped by some precision dynamite throwing from our intrepid private investigator. After the dust settled from the explosion all that was left was a single stone finger that rolled slowly down the hillside towards them.

At the top of the scree slope was a cave , clearly the troll lair. Inside it they found a number of strange things
- A ripped apart serpent man, it's head impaled on a stalagmite
- A strange gun-like device with a syringe that dripped a sort of petrification liquid
- A broken glass canopy - a bit like the one found in Bolivia
- Some capybaras running around and grunting in their Icelandic paradise
- And lastly - and most bizarrely - a hollowed-out human body that had been embellished with extra layers of fat and had a long slit down its front. The rolls of extra fat made it look like a huge fat baby with glassy eyes that gurgled quietly. The slit down the front meant it was a sort of human-onesie. Naturally Dr Singh tried it on and spent some time bouncing around and gurgling.

Leaving the cave (and shedding the onesie) the party failed to repair the trucks and walked to Olafsvik. The town was deserted, doors kicked in, windows broken, gun cartridges lying around.

In a collapsed building it sounded like there was a moaning coming from the rubble. Pulling off the beams with ease Randall and Derrick came face to face with a giant man-ape type creature wearing a metal collar sparking with electricity. It bared its teeth and issued a fierce growl. At which point Randall should have totally lost his marbles. But fortunately it turns out he isn't nearly clever enough for that so he just shrugged.

He has just shat himself though.