Welcome to the Blackwell Mega LP. Blackwell Legacy is the first game in the Blackwell series developed by Wadjet Eye Games, the same folks who brought us The Shivah and its x-treme rabbinism. Other two games in the series are Blackwell Unbound and Blackwell Convergence, which we will also be playing.
I have very much no idea what this game is about, since it's the first time I'm playing it, except for the description on the main site saying that the main character - Rosangela Blackwell - is some kind of a medium blablabla. I guess we'll see what the fuss is all about as we get deeper.
Blackwell: Legacy
Blackwell: Unbound
Blackwell: Convergence
Blackwell: Deception
Blackwell: Epiphany
First time I saw this, I thought she's holding a cat she's about to throw overboard.
Years of watching and waiting and hoping, and it comes down to this. Do I love you? Do I miss you? I don't know for sure. I hardly know you.
Turns out it was an urn.
After which she leaves the bridge.
But wait, what's this?
And it goes out with a pop!
Ominous!
Abe Goldfarb = Rabbi Stone
At least I'm home now.
Uh... hi?
No rabbinical dialogue options
Huh?
Seriously, who are you to see? I can't let you in unless you tell me.
Uh... I live here?
No, you don't. I know everybody in the building, I don't know you.
What is this trickery? Have we been sent into an ALTERNATE DIMENSION?!?!?
Who the hell are you?
Jim Burdo.
Allright, Jim. Where's the regular doorman?
Jeez, where have you been? He's on strike.
He's what?
Strike. All the building servicemen in the city are doing it. Union rules, or something. I stepped in to help, because I know everybody.
Nope, this guy's just a douchebag.
Why didn't anybody tell me?
Notices were posted all over the building, I put 'em up myself. If you lived here, you'd have seen 'em.
I don't pay attention to things like that.
Well, that's not my problem.
Listen, I really live here. Fourth floor, number 4E.
Isn't that apartment empty?
NO! *I* live there, and I wan't to go there, thank you very much.
Hm, maybe you're telling the truth. Do you have any ID? A driver's license, or something?
Yes! I have a driver's license, it's... upstairs, in my desk drawer.
Crap.
Come on, this is New York! Who actually drives?
True, but I still can't let you in unless you prove you live here.
This guy is getting on my nerves.
How long is the strike going to last?
Dunno, could be a couple of hours or a couple of days. Depends whether they reach a settlement.
I have my apartment key, will that do?
Sorry, no. That could be any key.
...
Well, let's go upstairs and see if it fits.
And leave the door unattended? Can't do it, sorry.
FUUUUUUUU...
Ok, I have no ID, and you don't know me. What can I do to prove that I live here?
Well, can anyone in the building vouch for you?
I'm not sure. I mean, I don't really know anybody here. Not all of us are social butterflies.
Okay, whatever. How about Nishanti Sharma? She could vouch for you.
Sorry, who is Niss... Nish...?
She lives in 4F. Y'know, right NEXT DOOR to 4E? You don't really get out much, do you?
Sorry, too busy browsing RPG Codex. Your point?
Nothing. But I'm sure she could vouch for you. But she's not here.
Of course she isn't... So I gotta wait here all day for her?
you might have to. Although she usually goes to Washington Square Park in the mornings. You could look for her there.
Time to use some of the lessons we took from Rabbi Serious...
Get out of my way, I'm going in.
I wouldn't do that.
Why, are you going to stop me?
Me? No. But I've got a cell phone in my pocket with 911 programmed in. All I have to do is hit 'send' and the cops will be here in 5 minutes.
This makes no sense. I mean, and what then? We enter our flat, the cops arrive and he says 'I tried to stop a legit citizen from entering her own friggin apartment'?
I don't want to talk to his faggot anymore. Let's get to the Washing Square and look for that... Nishanti woman.
It's been a while since I've been here. Still looks the same, I guess. Although the dogpark is empty. I wonder why.
The sign on the gate just says 'closed until further notice', so we go to the left to leave to another area...
when suddenly.
Now I'm getting a stress headache. I need to get home.
Woo, a dog. A closer inspection reveals he's on an extendable leash. He also keeps following us around.
I recognize her from my building. Nishanti... Sharma, was it? This is going to be awkward.
Uh... excuse... No, I can't do it.
Well then, let's cause some ruckus. We don't have a gas grenade or a flashbang to make the crowd run away, so we'll have to improvise.
The dog keeps following us around. There was also a neat lantern to the left.
Stupid animal. It never expected the clever trap
Wyrmlord, that you?
I can't take you anywhere, can I? Oh, it's you! The lady next door.
Yeah, hi.
Rhonda, isn't it?
No, Rosangela.
Well then, Rosangela. I hope my friend here hasn't been giving you any trouble.
Well, let's be polite. We all know what happened when we weren't polite to mrs Lauder in Shivah.
That's a... cute dog you've got.
Congrats, Rosa. Now your smile will haunt her dreams forevermore.
Isn't he just! Normally he behaves, but he seems to have taken a shine on you. Anyway, I don't think we've formally met. I'm Nishanti.
Rosangela.
So you said.
Oh, right. Um... I have a... strange favour to ask. You know that building servicemen's strike?
Yes, Jim Burdo is covering, isn't he?
Yeah, that's the problem. See, he doesn't recognize me.
Oh, so you need me to vouch for you?
Yeah, I know this is pretty stupid.
Oh, don't worry about it. Moti is getting a little cranky anyway. Let's get you home.
On the way back...
Another headache!
Ominous!
Hey, miss Sharma.
Jim, this is Rosangela, she lives here.
She does? Okay, sorry about earlier. Had to be sure.
Well, now you're sure. And you must be SO proud of yourself. Just get out of my way.
You tell him, girl.
Well, here we are. Feel free to drop in anytime you want.
I'll think about it.
No thinking needed. I know we New Yorkers don't normally talk to our neighbours, but who cares? The city can be a lonely place, especially when you're alone. I've got Moti, who do you have?
Watch out, Wyrmlord is trying to fill in his Rosa.txt
So we better just stay silent.
Oh look, now I've offended you. That's what I get for butting in. I'm sure you're fine, although your episode in the park tells me otherwise. And your eyes... well, let's just say the offer stands. We'll see eachother soon, Rosangela. I'm sure.
Eyes? Huh?
Um, you can call me Rosa, if you like. Rosangela is kind of a mouthful, y'know?
Alright, Rosa. You have a good day, now.
What a strange lady.
Home, thank God. I've never been so happy to see a 500 square foot room in my life.
When suddenly...
The phone rang.
This is Dr Quentin, from Bellevue Hospital. I was your aunt's primary care physician. Did you recieve my letter?
Yes, I recieved it.
I did?
I haven't had the time to come by, though.
That's all right, I'm sure you're busy. However, should you find the time today, my entire schedule is free.
I... sure, I'll keep that in mind.
Thank you, good day.
If I don't visit him, he's just going to keep bothering me. I suppose I should get it over with.
Well then, let's check the letter.
It's conveniently placed in our inventory, yay.
Right.
This is it for now. Next update, we'll check up with the doctor and DISCUSS!!! whatever he wants. Maybe there's finally gonna be some, I dunno, plot exposure or something.
I have very much no idea what this game is about, since it's the first time I'm playing it, except for the description on the main site saying that the main character - Rosangela Blackwell - is some kind of a medium blablabla. I guess we'll see what the fuss is all about as we get deeper.
Blackwell: Legacy
Blackwell: Unbound
Blackwell: Convergence
Blackwell: Deception
Blackwell: Epiphany
First time I saw this, I thought she's holding a cat she's about to throw overboard.
Turns out it was an urn.
After which she leaves the bridge.
But wait, what's this?
And it goes out with a pop!
Ominous!
Abe Goldfarb = Rabbi Stone
No rabbinical dialogue options
What is this trickery? Have we been sent into an ALTERNATE DIMENSION?!?!?
Nope, this guy's just a douchebag.
This guy is getting on my nerves.
...
FUUUUUUUU...
Time to use some of the lessons we took from Rabbi Serious...
This makes no sense. I mean, and what then? We enter our flat, the cops arrive and he says 'I tried to stop a legit citizen from entering her own friggin apartment'?
I don't want to talk to his faggot anymore. Let's get to the Washing Square and look for that... Nishanti woman.
The sign on the gate just says 'closed until further notice', so we go to the left to leave to another area...
when suddenly.
Woo, a dog. A closer inspection reveals he's on an extendable leash. He also keeps following us around.
Well then, let's cause some ruckus. We don't have a gas grenade or a flashbang to make the crowd run away, so we'll have to improvise.
The dog keeps following us around. There was also a neat lantern to the left.
Stupid animal. It never expected the clever trap
Wyrmlord, that you?
Well, let's be polite. We all know what happened when we weren't polite to mrs Lauder in Shivah.
Congrats, Rosa. Now your smile will haunt her dreams forevermore.
On the way back...
Another headache!
Ominous!
You tell him, girl.
Watch out, Wyrmlord is trying to fill in his Rosa.txt
So we better just stay silent.
Eyes? Huh?
When suddenly...
The phone rang.
This is Dr Quentin, from Bellevue Hospital. I was your aunt's primary care physician. Did you recieve my letter?
I did?
That's all right, I'm sure you're busy. However, should you find the time today, my entire schedule is free.
Thank you, good day.
Well then, let's check the letter.
It's conveniently placed in our inventory, yay.
Right.
This is it for now. Next update, we'll check up with the doctor and DISCUSS!!! whatever he wants. Maybe there's finally gonna be some, I dunno, plot exposure or something.
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