Always leave them wanting more, as they say.

Now's probably as good a time as any.

Let me know when I should archive this game.

It would be fun to be had(?). I'll definitely keep them in mind if i find more energy to play or some of my games end/die.

Woot! We done good! And I'm in those games in question, if you change your mind Malk it would be fun to have ya.

I appreciate the offer but I'm decently full on games at the moment, and getting behind on all the games i run currently. Wouldn't be a good idea for me at the moment. But thank you!!

Thank you. It does feel good to finish a story. I also run two other non-D&D games that are currently in progress. One uses the new Marvel Multiverse game that you could jump into and a Star Trek Adventures 2d20 game. Let me know what you think.

Nice! We did it! Always feels good to reach the end of some content.

GM Post Act III: There's a Party Going On Right Here..... Scene: Outside Cindy's House As Specs and Kev continued their conversation about what to do with the book, the sun began to set as the duo entered their Eco-Mobile and took off. The camera pans down to the street. A paper party hat drifted by, caught in a gentle summer breeze. It spins around then drifts into a dark alleyway. Dozens of Red Eyes appeared, but then they were gone. On the soft breeze, a faint chirping could be heard "kermis!, Kermis!, KERMIS!" Or was that chirping just crickets.... The End? Theme Music starts Playing. Credits roll.

Looking around a bit, Specs shook his head. He seemed to hold guilt on his face. "Nah, sorry, I don't do religion. I know, weird for a Ghostbuster, right? I'm more Daoist than anything else. Don't know anything about the Pope nor his, uh, proclivities. But hey if you think it's really that safe, then it seems like a good idea. Only...how do we call a pope?"

"You never hear of the Vatican Apostolic Archives, Specs? The Pope's private library. It's one of the most secure vaults in the world, it is. At least, assuming that the Pope isn't prone to letting out his inner Frat Guy." he gives with a bit of a chuckle to advertise that he wasn't actually being all that serious with the suggestion. "We can call up that professor, see if he's got any ideas. Won't get us paid, but we'll live long enough to spend the fivers when we do." OOC

Unsure of what he'd said to offend Cindy, Specs ignored her and instead regarded the book as he listened to Kev. "Kev, this thing almost ended the world! We can't just let it sit in a museum or something. Isn't there like... I dunno, a paranormal lockdown somewhere?"

An excellent question. Who was going to pay them? What to do with the book? Can these problems fix themselves? "What do you think? The Church probably would make an offer on the book, just to keep the competition under control, aye?" OOC

GM Post Act III: There's a Party Going On Right Here..... Scene: Inside Cindy's House. Cindy looked at Specs with some disgust. Cindy "Oh thank you, yes that would be a good thing". Cindy mentions to Kev and smiles. Emergency Service comes by and takes care of Cindy. Specs and Kev ponder on what to do with the Lonibabian Big Book of Party.

"Standard, if unfortunate, Possession behavior Miss. Just glad we could be a service as professionals." Kev replies, thinking now is a good time to act professional and respecting the young lady's dignity that he could. Then he realizes she said Boyfriends. So she's just dating both of the twins? Well, saves a bit of complications there. Makes birthdays easier to remember too. "We should immediately contact emergency services. See how if anyone needs help." And who will pay the bill. OOC

"Yes! We, uh, did it... I think?" Specs shouted as the petal closed and the ghost went into the trap. Turning to Cindy, the nerd continued, "Oh, no miss, nothing happened. At least, uh, not with us..." His eyes darted about the room to the rest of the partygoers who'd surely "partied" with her. Specs was used to rejection--especially by women. He just didn't have what they we're looking for. The feeling was mutual. "Um yeah we're good. How are you? Sure you're not still feeling a leftover urge to party or anything? You were, uh, possessed by a...dog ghost thing?"

GM Post Act III: There's a Party Going On Right Here..... Scene: Inside Cindy's House. Lilith let out a howl as it was sucked into the ghost trap. The Ghost Trap closes as the portal dissipates. The block begins to return to its normal suburbia dullness. The ghosts and others that were attracted to the party that never stops leave to return to their regular haunts. Cindy woke up. Cindy "What happened? Did I go to a party? or What?" Cindy then looked down at the way that she was dressed. Still in what Lilith had her dressed in. She looked up at Kev and Specs? "OMG What am I wearing? I am so embarrassed. Do we do anything naughty? You are like my Boyfriends bosses. Yuck. I am like wow. How are you?"

"I'm on it!" the nerd shouted, easing off his blaster to grab the trap and toss it out under the held ghost dog. "You're not a very good boy!" he said, jamming his foot down on the pedal.

"Right. I'll keep it busy wit' my witty bants. Get the Trap ready!" he calls out as he keeps the pressure on the party animal. OOC

"Can we really...urgh!...screw it--TRAP!" Specs shouted back over the noise of everything being swept into the portal around them. "If we send him back, he'll just try again! That's what bad dogs do!"

"Specs, Trap or Portal?" OOC

GM Post Act III: There's a Party Going On Right Here..... Scene: Inside Cindy's House and Pleasure Palace. The ultimate party animal began to shake being contained by the beam. It was too weak to fight the streams from being ripped away from its host. The portal behind them began to shrink in size, as other portions of the house began to fold inside of it.

Kev carries his wand and pack like it's a different, proper weapon to join the blast. Movements are sharper, more trained, steadier - but that doesn't when you're vlasting particle streams. OOC

"Oh. Oh, uh, ummm. Okay I think you're right," Specs said awkwardly. He didn't want to admit he somehow hadn't seen the ghost dog. "Okay well, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. And by leave I mean--" he continued, snatching his particle wand into his hands and powering it up with a loud chunky whine. "It's blasting time!" he shouted, unleashing his beam.

Yep.