Completed Let's Play: The Blackwell PENTALOGY!

[Erebus]

How could Joey and Rosa think that Lia's ghost would be safe before it entered the light ?? Did Rosa forget what happened to Gavin at the end of the previous game ??

 

[Darth Roxor]

How could Joey and Rosa think that Lia's ghost would be safe before it entered the light ?? Did Rosa forget what happened to Gavin at the end of the previous game ??

I know, right. The Deacon wasn't exactly safe there at the end of part 1 either.

 

[Sceptic]

I.... dislike this. Plot relies too much on everyone acting like a complete moron.

 

[Alex]

I.... dislike this. Plot relies too much on everyone acting like a complete moron.

Well, that is kinda a minor mistake. Gavin was a special case after all. And the Deacon's issue was of a complete different sort. Nah, it is about now that people will really start acting like morons.

 

[MicoSelva]

I.... dislike this. Plot relies too much on everyone acting like a complete moron.

Yeah, and this is not the worst part of it.

 

[Sceptic]

Well, that is kinda a minor mistake.

Except it wasn't minor at all. First, Rosa doesn't know how much Gavin was a special case; but both this and the deal with the Deacon clearly indicated that things CAN reach into that space. Then she sees that guy get shot and promptly see his soul being split apart - just like Gavin - cleary he was NOT a unique case. And then we get to Lia and the idiocy becomes too much. So she's holed up in this secret place which is PERFECTLY SAFE, right? So she could just bring Rosa in, and have a chat, right? Oh no, she wants to come out instead? Ok that's fine, she can't have her soul ripped while she's still alive - oh hey, she takes a gun and SHOOTS HERSELF. And of course it doesn't occur to Rosa to tell her "less moping, more of the important info" or "how about we get back into the safe spot" or really ANYTHING AT ALL until she takes out the fucking fun to shoot herself. And THEN, after ALL THIS, everyone suddenly acts SHOCKED that that the sanctity of he place is fouled (isn't that like the third fucking time in the series?) or that the soul got ripped too quickly (for... the third time I believe?). Rampant idiocy to advance the plot is one of the worst bad-writing sins you can come up with.

What's infuriating is that the series' writing was getting better and better with each game. Deception's was shockingly good in parts and didn't need to rely on this kind of on-screen idiocy to advance things - look at Jamie's entire segment, or the way Joey's backstory is woven into the plot. When you have to resort to everyone acting like an idiot in order to create surprise or twist, you've lost as a writer.

 

[Darth Roxor]

So she's holed up in this secret place which is PERFECTLY SAFE, right? So she could just bring Rosa in, and have a chat, right? Oh no, she wants to come out instead? Ok that's fine, she can't have her soul ripped while she's still alive - oh hey, she takes a gun and SHOOTS HERSELF.

Yup. I literally facepalmed when that happened. It was just so shockingly stupid :/

I mean, okay, the woman is obviously crazy, but come the fuck on. Especially the self-shooting part was hella dumb.

 

[Alex]

Well, that is kinda a minor mistake.

Except it wasn't minor at all. First, Rosa doesn't know how much Gavin was a special case; but both this and the deal with the Deacon clearly indicated that things CAN reach into that space. Then she sees that guy get shot and promptly see his soul being split apart - just like Gavin - cleary he was NOT a unique case. And then we get to Lia and the idiocy becomes too much. So she's holed up in this secret place which is PERFECTLY SAFE, right? So she could just bring Rosa in, and have a chat, right? Oh no, she wants to come out instead? Ok that's fine, she can't have her soul ripped while she's still alive - oh hey, she takes a gun and SHOOTS HERSELF. And of course it doesn't occur to Rosa to tell her "less moping, more of the important info" or "how about we get back into the safe spot" or really ANYTHING AT ALL until she takes out the fucking fun to shoot herself. And THEN, after ALL THIS, everyone suddenly acts SHOCKED that that the sanctity of he place is fouled (isn't that like the third fucking time in the series?) or that the soul got ripped too quickly (for... the third time I believe?). Rampant idiocy to advance the plot is one of the worst bad-writing sins you can come up with.

What's infuriating is that the series' writing was getting better and better with each game. Deception's was shockingly good in parts and didn't need to rely on this kind of on-screen idiocy to advance things - look at Jamie's entire segment, or the way Joey's backstory is woven into the plot. When you have to resort to everyone acting like an idiot in order to create surprise or twist, you've lost as a writer.

Fair enough point, I suppose. I still wouldn't mind it much as long as the rest of the story picked up pace.

 

[Darth Roxor]

Previously, on Blackwell Epiphany

BU-BU-BUSTEEEEEEEED

Spoiler

But first we are back to the past!

What can I do for you?

Are you the owner of this establishment?

My name's on the sign.

Ah, so you are Mallone?

In another life, Joey had only one L, was black and played in NBA.

That's me. And you are...?

My name is Madeline.

And your friend?

*Ahem*?

Jocelyn Contis.

Pleasure to meet you both.

Quick tactical analysis!

Nice looking fella. Shame about him being dead and all.

Like most spirits, he seems to be unaware of his circumstances.

Miss Contis, what can I help you with?

So, who shot up this place?

Eh?

C'mon. This place looks like a set of a gangster flick.

I... don't know what you mean.

Er... so did you see who smashed your window?

What are you talking about? The window looks fine to me.

Right, course it does. Totally agree with you.

Are you seriously telling me that this place looks normal?

Listen, everything here is top of the line. We're even looking into that dry cleaning stuff.

What cleaning?

DRY cleaning. It's... look, nevermind. Can I help you with anything or what?

See you around.

Sure.

Changing vector

You mentioned an assistant. Where is he?

Danny? I have on idea where he is. So we're a bit short-staffed, but nothing I can't handle. We'll handle that costume of yours with extra care.

Costume?

That gown of yours. Looks VERY authentic. I don't even think you can get that fabric these days.

Sigh. Have I become antiquated so soon?

No offence meant. I quite like it. The tiara's a nice touch, brings out your eyes.

*smugmadeline*

Well. I always thought so.

But you are mistaken. We are not leaving my... costume... here with you. We have other business. Mallone, I regret that it falls to me to tell you that you are dead.

What? Get outta town.

Now, can I help you or what?

Madeline, does that EVER work?

Sigh. No, it does not.

Mallone, I must insist. You are, in fact, dead.

Look, you feeling alright?

I am perfectly well.

Nah, you're under pressure, I can tell. I got a bottle of whiskey in the back, if you need a belt.

I do not need a belt, thank you. What happened here?

What do you mean?

This shop. It is, shall we say...

It looks shot up.

Shot up? Look, I know the cleaning lady hasn't been in this week, but it's not that bad. Now. Can I help you, or what?

Joey ain't gonna accept DA TRUFF.

Let's take another look at the poster and chat him up again.

You into music? I saw that poster on the wall.

Oh, that's Danny's thing.

Danny?

The guy who runs this place with me. Him and his girl, Linda.

They're in a band?

If you can call it like that. They play weekends. Sometimes. He wants to make it big, but...

But what?

But nothing. Danny just needs to focus on earning an honest living. That's all.

Do Danny and Linda have regular gigs?

I dunno. Why?

I might wanna hear 'em play.

Save your eardrums, lady. That's my advice.

And another change.

I could not help but overhear your conversation with my colleague. This Danny Marconi, he is important to you, is he not?

What makes you think that?

Your energy. Your aura, if you will. It changes when you speak of him. So, tell us. What is Danny to you?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Joey is gay for Danny

Mallone, you know precisely what I am talking about. And you will tell us.

I...

Do you think we will not understand? Rest assured, we will.

The only thing I understand is that I want you both GONE.

Madeline starts taking a few steps away

I... who the hell are you people?

We are here to help, nothing more. You are so close now, so close.

Joey starts flickering. Got 'em.

Why is everything so confusing!

It does not have to be.

Life used to be so simple. Then Danny had to go follow a pipe dream. He had to make deals with club promoters. Club promoters he couldn't pay. So they showed up here. I told Danny to stay away while I tried to talk some sense into them.

And did you?

He got away. That's what's important. At least, I think it is. I'm... not so sure anymore.

I understand, you know. You are adrift, you are scared. But there is nothing to be scared of. Come here. My host?

Yeah, sorry.

Maddie takes Joey by the hand and places her other hand on Jocelyn's shoulder. No fancy ties. Sucker.

And Jocelyn doesn't fall when going through! Such raw power! I bet she's not even a sanctioned psyker.

I don't know why I did it. Danny isn't much really, but he's a good guy. You think it was worth it?

I dunno, sorry.

You don't have anything to say? Anything at all?

No, not really.

Good job, retard.

Right. So I just head that way?

Yeah.

Well, tell your friend thanks. And if you ever see Danny... Huh, forget it. I suppose it doesn't matter.

so... that was it?

Really?

That was it?

ZE GREAT CRYPTIC MYSTERIOUS MYSTERY OF JOEY'S DEATH was just THAT? Hit up by mobsters to cover up for Danny? What.

But wait, there's more.

My host, are you all right?

I knew you'd follow me in here. You can never give me a minute's peace.

You should not stay here too long.

Or what? I'll die? I get it now. We all thought my uncle was nuts. But he was just... numb. He just stopped caring. About anything. Who could blame him?

Trust me, my host. It is best to push those feelings aside.

Why?

It is what must be done. That is all.

What does it MATTER?

Listen to me. In time, you will feel differently.

Differently.

Yes. This will all feel... normal.

Normal. I don't WANT this to be normal!

Many of your predecessors felt the same. In time... things changed.

I'm going dancing, Madeline. Don't wait up.

Uh-huh. Jocelyn steps through the gate and shuts it behind her!

DING DING, ROGUE PSYKER ON THE LOOSE

I see. I suppose, after all this time, it was inevitable that one of you deciphered the method.

The background keeps getting blacker.

It will not work! Do you hear me? It will destroy you!

Contis!

The curtain falls. But we already know how that story ends.





MEANWHILE

Detective Sam Durkin also present. So. Miss Blackwell. Tell us again why you were in that house?

Say nothing. Tell them nothing. Keep your teeth together. We'll get out of this.

Let it be so.

Answer the question, Blackwell. Sigh.

Let the record show that the interviewee has chosen to remain silent.

That's your right. But your silence can and WILL be used against you. Remember that. Fine. Next question, what happened to Lia Pierro?

Miss Blackwell, I won't ask again. What happened to detective Pierro?

Enough, Palmer, you saw that paraffin test. Lia fired that weapon.

I refuse to believe that, Sam.

Believe what you want. Those are the facts.

Well, here's some facts for you. This lady was chatting with Emil Haskins earlier this evening. Not only that, we have a witness who saw her sneaking into his office at work.

How do you respond to that?

No answer, huh? Well, let me lay it out for you. We spoke to the clerk on duty. We spoke to Emil Haskins - a man who is now a widower, I might add. Nobody gave you permission. But then... breaking and entering isn't exactly a new thing for you, isn't it? I've pulled your file. Do you even know how many restraining orders you have against you?

That's our Rosa!

Let the record show that the interviewee has chosen to remain silent.

Again.

If getting banned from the campuses of NYU and Columbia weren't bad enough, we've got a dozen complaints registered against you from businesses and families. I'd call Bellevue to have you taken away, but you're banned from there too!

Losing your grip, officer? That's not a good thing for a cop to show

Palmer, take a walk.

Sam?

You're tired. Go get a cup of coffee.

I don't need coffee. Don't think I don't know what's going on.

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW.

I've heard the rumours. That you have some mysterious informant? Is that her?

Palmer.

Fine. I'm going. But we'll find out what happened. It's our damn job after all.

Officer Palmer takes a hike.

Uh-huh. Look, I'm more patient than Palmer. Legally, we can keep you here for twelve hours. You really want to sit here for that long?

Twelve? Wow, that's weak. I think in Potato it's 48.

Of course not. I only wanted to-

What, help? You think you helped anyone here?

Let's try the least schizoid answer

I don't know. Whatever's going on... it's really bad.

Like ass and dirt.

I agree. Yeah, it's bad. And we don't need anyone making it worse.

What are you trying to say?

Officially, we're pursuing every lead. Unofficially? There was no trace of the bullet that killed the little girl. With Lia dead, we'll most likely never solve it. The trail is too cold. So. What do you need?

Um, excuse me?

You wanted in so bad? You're in. You won't be on the books. We can't even pay you. This case is too high-profile. So. What do you need?

Everything you know about George Ostin.

Palmer can get you that. Speak to him tomorrow. Anything else?

Access to Lia's case files.

Can't do it. Those are being boxed up and archived. Anything else?

Access to George Ostin's apartment.

I'll take care of it. Anything else?

I'll have Palmer get you one on the way. Anything else?

Nothing that I can think of.

All right. From now on, you talk to Palmer. He'll be at the front desk tomorrow.

Detective Durkin? Sam? Why are you doing this? Why me?

my first case involved a kid. Thirty years ago, it must've been. There was this little girl living with her aunt. The aunt went nuts. Smashing things, screaming. Total looney. The little girl was hiding in a closet. Couldn't have been more than five? Scared out of her mind. I've had a soft spot for kids ever since.

... I see.

Go home, Blackwell, get some sleep. You look like you spent the night in jail

oh, you.

Quick timeskip.

Huh. The press are having a field day. Lots of stories, but nothing approaching the truth.

You expect anything different? Just be glad your name didn't get leaked. That's the last thing we need.

No trace of the Grace Group either.

Then we'd best get out there and do what we do.

Indeed.

We shall do that... SOON! (TM)

 

[evdk]

Best part of the game coming up.


And then the worst.

 

[SCO]

I just played the game and i don't understand what happened there wit Joey and his ghost going into the light. Wasn't it supposed to be, like final? Was it even explained before?
Dammit Dave.

 

[evdk]

I just played the game and i don't understand what happened there wit Joey and his ghost going into the light. Wasn't it supposed to be, like final? Was it even explained before?
Dammit Dave.

Spoiler

Auntie returned as well, by the end, so the finality of moving on seems to be rather dubious. In any case this game abandons past plotlines like crazy in a rushed effort to end the series, so that Gilbert doesn't have to work on it anymore

 

[MicoSelva]

Yeah, the whole going into the light thing suddenly becomes kind of wonky in this game.

Spoiler

Let's not even mention the MASS SALVATION that Rosa performs on all the ghosts in the world. I thought they needed to realise they were dead first? Wasn't that one of the main fucking points of the series?

The worst thing about this game is how uneven certain parts are. Some of the stuff is brilliant and really well thought-out, but it is interwoven with some stupid crap which ruins the overall package. I think mister Gilbert relied too much on his own judgment when writing this (the perils of success), the story could use some help from a skilled editor or a fellow writer.

 

[Sceptic]

I just played the game and i don't understand what happened there wit Joey and his ghost going into the light. Wasn't it supposed to be, like final? Was it even explained before?

Retcon. Back in Legacy I think Joey says that when he tried to go through the light he got pushed back and didn't make it. He even mentions that he doesn't like the Space and feels he doesn't belong there.

ZE GREAT CRYPTIC MYSTERIOUS MYSTERY OF JOEY'S DEATH was just THAT? Hit up by mobsters to cover up for Danny? What.

We already knew the details of his death and that it was to cover up for Danny. I liked it more in Deception where you had to piece the story together by reading between the lines. Also, him not remembering Madeline when he sees her in Convergence doesn't make sense, considering he remembers all the details of his life, his death and his undeath. More plot holes/retcons.

 

[Darth Roxor]

We already knew the details of his death and that it was to cover up for Danny.

Yes, but this is just so... mundane. Why bother hiding it so fervently all the time?

 

[Drakron]

Yes, but this is just so... mundane. Why bother hiding it so fervently all the time?

Maybe because it was so mundane, too much effort in Teh Choosen One and DISTINY were people forget to make the small tragedies and the small victories, all its EPIC!!! these days.

His death was ultimate nothing really special, no great epic struggle or anything ... sure it didnt need to be covered but at the same time it didnt needed to be explained either.

 

[Copper]

It is a bit weird, yeah, my initial assumption had always been that Joey was not really that nice a guy when he was alive, and this was a punishment of sorts, like Grim Fandango, either from a 'higher power' or self-inflicted.

 

[MicoSelva]

Yeah, I was hoping he was some kind of 1920s mobster, to be honest. Clothes salesman? Very disappointing.

 

[Copper]

Which is a pretty cool subversion, making him just a stylish 20's dude - but then why the mystery and the secrecy? I'm curious, not outraged to be honest, it's like there's a piece missing somewhere, some sort of character point that's not really been communicated the way the author intended.

 

[MicoSelva]

That's exactly why I am disappointed. He was so mysterious in four games in a row only to turn out to be a nice guy everydude clothes salesman - talk about too high expectations.

 

[Darth Roxor]

Previously, on Blackwell: The Phantom Menace

*glare*

Spoiler

kinda boran update with lotsa dialoguing coming right up




Before leaving Rosa's home, we can check sum new mail.

:reptilian conspiracy:

No idea how those files are supposed to help now, but I'm sure they will be Very Significant later.

Anyways, lets gtfo

My name is Rosangela Blackwell. I was told you'd be expecting me?

Is this about George?

That's right.

I still can't believe it. But here's the key. Twelfth floor, penthouse A.

Up and away!

Cool place, bro.

There's actually not much of interest in this apartment, except for some electronics performing telakoituminen on the cupboard to the right.

It's a tablet computer. Looks like it's still in the charging dock.

"Call Joe", "Call Michael", "Call Tomo". Only thing this game is missing is Kilroy was here.

Time to plunder the email!

Whoever this "Michael" is, he seems to know quite a lot.

"SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED!!!!" -> [perception] He seems to know a lot!!!

oooookie-dokie. He does seem to know a lot.

So this Michael has a source who knows about Bestowers. About me. This is starting to get personal.

gg

Leaving the apartment shows us this place. Seems to not have been used for a while.

wat

Hm?

Yet another ghostly visage!

Time to play the dumb tourist!

Just admiring the view.

The view is private. Or did George let you through?

Nah, I used muh grappling hook and powers of levitation to get all the way up here

Either way, you're here now. Anyway, I'd best head back in, but I'm sure I'll see you around. Ta.

AFTER HER!

sigh

you know what that means.

She seems pretty easy-going, but it's hard to say if it's genuine. It feels polished, practiced.

tacticool analysis.

Also, there's some paper on the floor.

Big deal

Blowing it to the light of the window.

And it's signed by someone named "J".

Clearly significant! And that's it.

I'm sorry, have we met?

Kind of. I think you met my friend earlier.

I see. You are both looking after George's place?

Yeah, something like that.

So you actually live here? Er, so to speak.

Smoooooth

Yes. Why are you so surprised?

Well, this place is kinda... well, empty.

I live alone.

That's not what I meant. Look around, there's nothing here.

What on earth are you talking about.

Sigh, never mind.

I might not have the highbrow taste that George has, but my furniture is just serviceable as his.

Sure is.

And twice as comfortable, I might add

Ahem. Who are you, if you don't mind me asking?

Cute. Very cute.

@_@

Eh?

Wait, you are serious. Isn't this delicious. It's so rare that I get to be the mysterious one.

My name's Joey. Joey Mallone? Why don't you tell me yours?

You honestly don't know who I am?

I'm afraid not.

I admit, I'm fascinated. I know your name, but you don't know mine. It's not often that I'm in this position.

Unwittingly, Joey stumbled right into the nest of a fierce predator.

So... are you gonna tell me or what?

I think not. I want to savor this for just a little while longer.

Come on, you know my name. It's only fair.

I can't tell if you're being genuine, or if you're just playing with me.

Why not both?

Well, the night is young. See if you can figure it out.

So what is this? Are you famous or something?

Or something.

"I know about Heather"... do you know anything about this?

About what?

This note. The one on the floor.

I have no idea. It has nothing to do with me.

Then what's it doing here?

I have no idea!

Okay, okay, relax. The note is signed J. Who's J?

I have no idea. And I don't know anything about any note.

Well, whoever you are, I'll see you around.

Say hi to George from me, if you see him.

Doesn't seem like there's anything left to do here.

Let's try calling this mysterious Michael of George's.

...

there is no answer! D:

Do you know who lived in the apartment across from George?

I'm afraid not. I only started working here a few months ago, that apartment has been vacant the whole time.

Huh. Curious.

Let's dig for more info at the police station.

It's the bad cop again!

Hi. Cory, was it?

No. It's Officer Palmer

So, Durkin told me to speak to you?

Yes, I heard. Congratulations, I guess. I don't know why you are so special, but orders are orders. You need any information from us, I'll see about getting it to you. But you talk to me and only me. Understand?

Perfectly. I'm sorry about Lia.

Don't even go there. I don't care what you saw, or what the evidence says. Lia wouldn't kill herself. And if she DID... then she wasn't Lia anymore.

So are we... good?

"Good"?

You don't think I killed anyone, do you?

I don't know what to believe. But Durkin vouches for you. And he owes me a favour now. A big one. So I guess I come out ahead.

Is detective Durkin around?

I haven't seen him since yesterday. I'm sure he's wandering around somewhere.

You seem to be taking Lia's death rather personally.

The chief would agree with you. That's why I'm shackled behind this desk, instead of out there doing something.

What's the latest on George Ostin?

He was killed by a 22 caliber bullet. That's all we know so far. We're still talking to Lia's ex-husband, but he has a solid alibi.

How did Kendra die? Was that ever established.

I read the autopsy report. It was definitely a bullet wound. It went right through her shoulder. Clean hole all the way through. The coroner said that she bled to death, but she could have survived if she was brought to hospital right away. I don't understand this. Not at all.

Did you know Emil Haskins at all?

I don't know much. Just what Lia used to tell me. I got the impression he was a deadbeat. Always out of a job. Always late with child-support payments. Things like that. Guess he doesn't have to worry about that stuff anymore.

Actually, I've just realised something. Take a look at Emil.

Now remember he owns a computard shoppe. What does that give you?

Yup. Emil Haskins is an alter ego of Crispy

So what's the story with you and Lia? I get the impression you knew her pretty well.

Yeah, I guess you could say that. I partnered with her, back when I first joined the force. She taught me a lot. Everything, really. I owe her. She was a rock. A rising star. Why would she flip out like she did?

I'm working on it, Cory. I really am.

That's Officer Palmer. And I'm not holding my breath.

Does this phone number mean anything to you?

No, but we can trace it.

Trace it?

Run the number, see who it belongs to. Within reason, anyway. Where did you find it?

I found it on George Ostin's home.

Oh, we ran that number already.

You did?

Yup, it belonged to Grace Church. Probably calling for donations or something

Yeah. Or something.



Is it just me or is the police force here ABSOLUTELY INEPT

Hm. Thanks anyway. Well, I'd better go. Thanks for the help.

Sure.

So, Grace Church, huh? Curious how everything seems to centre around that place. I'm sure HHR is the main villain in this game.

Yes. And would you please keep your voice down?

[Intelligence] Do you know any Michaels?

In my line of work? I know more than I can count.

I checked with the police. This number belongs to a phone in this church. A man I'm looking for made a phone call from this number. His name is Michael. It's very important that I find him.

... I'm afraid I don't know who you are talking about. Sorry.

I'm looking for information on the Grace Group. They used to meet here, in the basement. Some kind of self-help group?

There are hundreds of so-called Grace Groups. And they all have meetings in the basement. You will have to be a bit more specific about that.

Hundreds of groups. Meeting in the BASEMENT.

The telephone that uses this number. Where is it?

Why would you need to know that?

Michael used the phone. Maybe he left a clue behind when he did.

He could have used any one of a dozen offices in our administration wing.

Really. Over a dozen.

Yes. So if you want to locate Michael Cooper, you'll have to find another way.

Wut

Wait, Cooper?

...pardon?

You said Michael Cooper.

Isn't that the gentleman you are looking for?

No, I just said his name was Michael.

So you did. Slip of the tongue, my apologies. It IS quite late, and I'm tired.

You aint foolin' me, padre

You need to tell me who Michael Cooper is.

I told you, I don't know any Michael Cooper!

That tactic ain't working, sweetheart. You need to come at this some other way.

Let us ask... THE INTERNET!

zing

Michael Cooper. He's a priest too, isn't he?

So?

So it's a pretty big coincidence, wouldn't you say?

I... um...

Please stop lying to me.

I'm not lying.

You aren't telling the whole truth either, are you?

I made a promise. He came to me scared. Begging me to protect him. To give him sanctuary. He was ranting, I should have turned him away. But we roomed together at the seminary. We were close friends once, what could I do?

rad bromance

You can take me to him.

He's raving. He's mad. He says he's in a battle for his very soul. Is this true?

Yes, it is.

Sigh. He is in the school. It's closed for the winter break, so it seemed as good a place as any to hide him. Here's a key. The entrance is around the corner. Please. Do whatever you must. Just... don't come back here.

I suppose with our record it was only a matter of time.

The entrance to the school is around the block. Let's go.

Grace church is deleted from the locations list.

Lafayette street looks cold and icy. Better stick to the sidewalk.

Head on it!

@_@

I think he's reciting the Psalm of David? From the books I've read, it's supposed to guard against evil.

YOU ARE THE ONE FROM MY DREAMS!

Michael?

Stay back, Bestower. I've got a gun!

Just a second-

I need to talk to you.

Talk? Did talking help Lia or George? Or any of the others?

Please, I'm here to help.

Help. I wish that was true. How much "help" did you give George? Or Lia? Or the others?

Others? How many of you are there?

You don't even know that? You don't know a thing, do you? This wasn't the plan.

Plan?

Yes. Our "brilliant" plan. We get the Bestower to escort our souls to the next world. Protect us from this... force that is after us. Instead, you let us be destroyed!

You think I wanted this to happen? People dying, souls torn apart, you think I wanted this?

Of course not, it's just... look at what we've been reduced to.

I'm sorry. Whatever is going on... it's new. I've never seen anything like it before.

I see. And what about him?

Huh?

Your friend. The man behind you. He hasn't said a word since you walked in here.

D:

Er... me? Do you mean me?

Yes, you. Don't look so surprised. How else could I have known who you were? Now get out of here. You've been nothing but trouble ever since George went to look for you!

I FEAR NO EVIL FOR I AM FEAR INCARNATE

Fine, shoot. Kill the only person who can help you.

...

That voice... it can't be!

Yes, my host, I know. But I had to intervene. These two know me. If I may...?

Fine, fine! Just make it quick. I'm losing my concentration.

Mallone, Blackwell. What a pleasant surprise to see you both again.

Yeah, surprise is the word. What the hell are you doing here?

Is it not obvious? You freed me, Mallone, brought me back into this world. And as it befits all of our kind, I had a host waiting for me. And so I have returned to my former duties.

Look, as touched as I am about this reunion, I need to focus!

Perhaps we should all converse outside?

Fine, outside, just leave me in peace.

Thank you, my host.

I'm sure she's got a lot to teach us. Once this is all over, anyway.

Blackwell, Mallone. It's been a long time since we've been able to converse.

SQUEEEE DESU DESU WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO, OL' TIMER? \^__________^/

It's been almost six months since Joey freed you. How come we're only seeing you now?

I admit, the transition hasn't been... pleasant. I have had three hosts since returning to this world. The first was an old man, on the edge of death. He lingered for six months before finally succumbing to the inevitable. When the old man passed, I became bound to his niece for a time. She ran every time she saw me. I tried to keep my distance, give her time to adjust. But in the end, she fell down the stairs in an attempt to flee. The poor woman died, and I was passed to her brother. The man inside.

Good job, retard

Do you know what is going on? Why are these souls being attacked?

... I do not know. I wish I did. Like you, we saw it happen. We saw a soul being torn apart, and could do nothing. I'm afraid my host became a little... unreasonable after that.

Why was George looking for me?

We needed a Bestower. A PROPER Bestower. My host and I were not up to the task.

Eh?

It might be due to my time in the void. It might be because my host's soul has been marked by... whatever is out there. But in any case, our abilities are limited. We cannot even help lost souls move on, as you do. We can see them, and talk to them, but that is all. Hence why we needed you.

Lucky us.

So what can we do? We don't even know what's going on.

Sigh. Our theory was that you could help those poor souls move on to the next world before they were destroyed... but it appears it did not achieve the desired result.

You could say that, yeah.

You must investigate. My host and I are restricted, but you two are not. If anyone can uncover why these poor spirits are being attacked and stop it, it is you.

You should really call me Rosangela.

Forgive me. When you are as old as I am, all names blur together.

So I tend to address those I speak to by their family name. It is just... easier that way. And less painful. I'm afraid it is a habit that is difficult to break.

So, how d'you like being on the outside, as it were? I imagine it's better than being trapped wherever you were.

I had thought... I had hoped... that I would pass on. That being brought back to the mortal world would force me to obey mortal laws. Instead I... no, it is not to be. I have returned to my former duties. Therefore, I must have further work to do. But yes, it is nicer than being trapped in the void. Did I ever thank you, Mallone?

Not as much, no.

Well, I must rectify that. Thank you.

Yeah, sure. Anytime.

Do you know anything about this Grace Group?

I know that it meant a great deal to my host, as well as his friends. Whatever happened at those meetings, it greatly improved their lives. But obviously it came at a cost.

Why do you let Father Michael push you around like that?

It is what my host wishes.

So?

Simply that. I must do what my host commands.

Heh, right. Seriously. What's the story?

No story, Mallone. If my host wishes me to leave him alone, I leave him alone.

That... actually works?

Of course, it is my duty to do so.

So Joey could...

No.

Sigh. Of course, some of us take our duties more seriously than others.

Well, I suppose we'll talk to you soon.

Of course.

Okay, enough of this goddamned typing.

In the next episode of our GRIPPING SERIES, we shall... do more investigashuns! See more spirits! Pester people with questions!

AND MORE!!!!!111

 

[Azira]

Ooh, I'm positively spellbound!

 

[PlanHex]

Boy, that slip-of-the-tongue bit with the priest was really lazy.

 

[Erebus]

Six months ? Earlier in the game, Rosa says it's been a year since the end of the previous game.

 

[Darth Roxor]

Previously, on Blackwell: The Frighteners

Spoiler

Before we go anywhere, we should drill father Michael for some more info on the grace group.

I can't believe there's another medium in New York.

Medium?

Sorry, I mean Bestower. I've been calling myself "medium" for so long, I sometimes forget.

Uh-huh

I mean, it's not like I have anyone to talk to about this stuff.

Nobody living, anyway.

Hey, look, I'd love to swap ghost stories with you, but it takes all my concentration to maintain this circle.

Right, sorry. Maybe we'll have coffee later?

You know, after we save your soul and everything.

Hitting on the priest, Rosa? That's a new low.

Sure, sounds great.

What is this circle?

Oh, this. Madeline taught me how to do it. It prevents anything spiritual from getting to me. It takes some concentration to maintain, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit... inhospitable.

How did you learn what was happening?

You mean that our souls were being taken away?

Yeah.

I... It was a few weeks ago. It was at the bedside of a friend. Jeffrey, his name was. He went to the Grace Group meetings back in the day. Like me. He had been in a car accident. Hit and run. He was dying, and he wanted me there.

And when he died... I saw it. His spirit being torn apart. He screamed. I'll never forget that scream.

I know. I saw it too.

Anyway, with Madeline's help, I began looking into other members of the group, and learnt it was happening to all of us. You know the rest.

So you're working with Madeline.

Working? I guess you can call it that. I've been too busy being scared to give it any serious thought.

So why'd you send Madeline outside?

Her presence disturbs my concentration. So she's keeping as far away as she can until this is resolved.

What about us?

You're the ones who are going to save my soul. For you, I'll make the extra effort to focus.

Could you tell me about the grace group? It was some kind of self-help group?

About twenty years ago, I was a very different person. I suppose you could call me an alcoholic, although I wouldn't have said so at the time.

Then I saw an ad in a newspaper. It promised to help people like me find their way. It seemed to be some kind of hippy self-help group, but I went to a meeting anyway. I don't remember much about the meetings, but somehow... I discovered that going to the seminary school was something I had to do. It all made sense.

Made sense?

Yeah. I just knew it was what I was meant to be doing. And I was right.

What happened at these meetings?

That's just it! I don't remember! Until recently, I never questioned it before. How messed up is that? I'd go, I'd sit down, and leave. I'd meet with the other members for coffee afterwards. What on earth did we talk about? We must have found something. But I do remember a man - Benjiro. He ran the meetings.

Benjiro?

Yeah, Japanese guy. I don't remember anything else about him.

If you ask me, all this Grace Group talk sounds a lot like the people have made some bizarre deal with the devil. Nobody remembers shit, but they ALL suddenly become successful and everything? And then their souls get taken by an unstoppable force? It kind of adds up.

How many people went to these meetings?

There were six of us. You already know about Lia, George and myself. The others are dead.

Who were they?

Does it matter? They are dead. Their souls were taken away.

Even still. Tell me.

Sigh. Jeffrey Dutta, Heather Goffstein, Peter Fielding.

Could you tell me about Jeffrey?

God, Jeffrey Dutta. Talk about transfiguration. When we walked into that Grace Group meeting, I thought he was in the wrong place. I mean... the guy was a Wall Street broker, for crying out loud. He could have bought the church and everything in it. But he later confessed that he tried to kill himself. Twice.

So what happened to him?

He became a professional dogwalker. Can you believe it? He used to pocket millions a year, plus bonuses. Then he was picking up dog crap for 25$ an hour and smiling about it.

TURDLICKER SHITSLURPER

He was hit by a car crossing the street. A hit-n-run. I was at his beside when he died. Madeline had been around for a month at that point, so I saw his spirit rise from his body. You know what happened next.

Could you tell me about Peter?

Peter Fielding, yes, I never had much contact with him. He died several months ago. I'm afraid it's... too late for him.

You saw his soul being taken?

Well, no. He died before Madeline came into my life, so I can't say for SURE. But he went to Grace Group meetings. And he's dead. What other conclusion can I reach?

Tell me about Heather Goffstein. You said she was a member of your group.

Yes, she was one of us. I asked George if he knew where she was. He told me she was dead. I'm afraid it's too late for her.

Untold deff and defeht!

Is this like Peter? Did you actually SEE her soul being taken?

No, I didn't. Thank heaven I didn't. Seeing it happen once is more than I can take.

How exactly did Peter Fielding die?

Why? Are you going to try and find his spirit? There IS no spirit! It's gone!

You said it yourself. You don't know for sure.

Sigh. It was some kind of accident. I don't know the details. I read about his death in the obituaries. Too late for his funeral, sadly, but I said a prayer for him.

How did Heather Goffstein die?

I'm afraid I don't know. George was the one who kept in touch with her. He told me she died, but he didn't tell me how or when. I suppose it doesn't matter anymore.

Alright, Michael. We're going to go.

Of course. Godspeed to the both of you.

Lotsa infodump... but how much of it is relevant? One thing is for certain, we got a bunch of names. And one of them can be GOOGLED!

woop woop

Looks nice and warm in there. Of course, so would an ice factory now.

Let's get in!

It says "members only". It seems to open with a keycard.

....................................

are you shitting me

THERE'S NOT EVEN SOME, I DUNNO, LOBBY FOR THIS PLACE WHERE YOU COULD AT LEAST SIGN UP?

sigh

Run, run, run, like a hamster on a wheel.



There's a picture of someone on the wall.

Someone familiar.

Tanya Corsey... hey, wait a second. Is that... yeah. That's the spook from George's roof.

Joey heads into the womyn's locker room

But doesn't find anything

Let's invade the men's room then

Or...

Is there?!

NOTHING LOOKS RIGHT ANYMORE @_@

Does what look right?

The light bulb. I could swear it was blinking.

It looks fine to me.

Huh. I got to do everything around here myself.

Looks to be in his fifties? It's hard to say. He's got the hair of an older man, but the body that most guys in their twenties would envy. He obviously worked out religiously. For all the good it did him.

His portrait sure as hell doesn't look like someone in his fifties.

Are you SURE there's nothing wrong with the light?

I'm no expert, but it looks fine to me.

Sigh. Well, what can I do for you?

sup lah

Hey, is your name Peter Fielding by any chance?

That's me, why?

Huh, no reason. You own this joint, right?

Yes, I do. My dad built it. You could say it's a family business. Been running it around... 20 years? Seems like yesterday.

So what's the story with the lights?

I... don't know!

They are driving me crazy. There's something wrong with them, I can tell.

Well, like I said, they look totally fine to me.

I'll just have to keep checking.

Nice place you've got here.

Thanks, you looking to join?

Ah, no, I really don't think exercise is gonna do me much good.

It's amazing how many people think that. You're young, your metabolism is still strong. But time catches up to you before you know it.

goddamn fitness freaks

You're preaching to the choir, Peter. But I'm still not interested.

Well, we're here if you need us.

So... how are you feeling?

Fine, why?

You don't feel strange? At all?

What do you mean?

Like you're DEAD? @_@

Well, just hypothetically speaking, you don't feel like you're going to explode?

What, like indigestion?

Not quite.

I'm on a strict diet of wheatgrass shakes and fiber. Indigestion is the last thing I have to worry about.

At least this explains his death. He starved himself to death.

So you run this place with your old man, huh?

Sort of. He built it when he left the army. I took over long ago.

Ever hear of the Grace Group? I understand you went to a few meetings?

You KNOW about that?

Yeah.

Wow, well, yeah, I went to some meetings, it was all that I needed.

Why's that?

Well, I wasn't the most focused of people back then. It's a long story, but in the end, I went to work with my dad when he ran the place. It's been my life ever since.

Hey, I think I met a friend of yours, father Michael Cooper?

Michael! Now there's a name I haven't heard in a while! How is he?

He's... seen better days.

I'm sorry to hear that. He'll pull through. He always has.

I hear Tanya Corsey went to this gym.

She's been coming here for YEARS! That body you see on TV? I take full credit for that.

Well, we all gotta be proud of something. Do you know anything about Benjiro? Ran the grace group meetings.

Sure!

...well?

Um. Funny, I can't really think of anything TO say exactly. It's been twenty years.

hurr

Sure, people forget things.

That's it. Exactly. I just didn't think it would happen to me so soon.

Did you know Jeffrey Dutta?

Dutta the Hutt

You know Jeff too?

Not really... I just heard of him.

Good guy. Took care of my neighbour's dog when she was on vacation.

Hm.

Do you know Heather Goffstein?

You know Heather too? Who DON'T you know?

urmom

Heh, well, I'm a people person.

Wow, Heather. I haven't heard that name in a long time.

There's nothing else we can dig outta that guy. But he still gave us some clues.

Before we leave, there's also another thing in the gym.

This calendar, with the 7th of january marked. Probably significant.

Peter? Peter Fielding?

Yeah, he's safe and sound. Spiritually speaking, anyway.

Huh. Michael was sure that Peter's ghost was taken.

Just between you and me? Michael doesn't look to be sure about very much.

Yeah, no shit.

Tanya Corsey? She was in the gym?

No, it's the name of our roof spook. Is she famous or something?

You could say that. She has a TV show.

I think you mean she HAD a TV show. Let's get going.

LIFTING THE VEIL!

You're Tanya Corsey, aren't you?

Sigh. I knew you'd get it. That's me, Tanya Corsey, host of the "Good Morning" show on channel 11. Now all the mystery is gone.

So I heard you go to Peter Fielding's gym?

I do. Or rather... I did. After what happened to him, I just couldn't.

You mean his...?

Death? Yes. So senseless.

Awright, well. This actually lets us establish some sort of a timeline for the deff and defeht.

Peter didn't seem to know about anyone's passing, so he must have been first. After that was probably Heather because it happened before Michael meeting Madeline. Next was Jeffrey, and it's likely that with him the soul-rupturing started, although it might have started with Heather. Then it was George and Lia. Tanya is so far a mystery, but she was also after Peter.

Can you tell me anything about Peter?

He was a brutal taskmaster, is what he was.

But... I can't deny he got results.

No, I can't deny it either. So, Tanya, tell me about yourself.

Hah, you want to get to know the Real Tanya Corsey? The Tanya you don't read about in tabloids and magazines?

If you'll let me.

I barely know you, mister Mallone. Although if you swing by more often, you might learn a thing or two.

Come on, tell me something about yourself. It must be nice for someone like you to be ASKED a question for once.

You've been doing nothing but ask questions since you came here.

Huh, fair point



That's all we can get from her for now...

meanwhile!

a-ha!

And that will be all for today.

This game is going ahead kinda slow. I hope we'll finally find some VITAL CLUES.