Actual play report of The Lost Bay RPG - an 90s suburban horror TTRPG.

Session 2 - today I’m sharing the report in the general Dev Log - instead of UNIT DH-17 logs.

Players: Gorkhan, WeresharkOfDaytona and Caleb Zane Huett

Diary entry by Mia, a Spirit played by Caleb

Another day, another mess I gotta pull Tim out of. Doesn’t he know that if he keeps acting like this Donny won’t have anybody left?

Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I saw him looking worse than I did after the accident, so I followed him and this skater guy Hakim to a hangout of the BFFR. Tim’s spitting water everywhere and before long someone else at the party is, too, so I called an ambulance while they gave her a weird inhaler or vape thing that’s supposed to help.

I also got an idea I hadn’t tried since the accident—since my spirit got lost in the phone lines when I died, maybe I could do it on purpose now? I pushed deeper into the phone network and came out sick to my stomach but with a clear message: somebody out there knew what was going on, and they knew it had something to do with The Bone King.

None of us had heard of it, but we went to visit one of their new “friends” to ask about where we might find a cure for Tim, and they definitely knew who it was. They’d drawn a picture of The Bone King up on the wall out of mud, and Hakim—what is it with skater boys and doing things that are obviously bad ideas for fun—copied the picture down on his hand perfectly. A little too perfectly if you ask me. The modern artist himself (Hank? Spanx? I wasn’t listening) was nowhere to be found, but his wallet had some tickets to a boat in the marsh. They seemed pretty sure Tim’s sickness was related to the marsh, so I brilliantly put two and two together (what would they do without me) and led us to a weird boat at the fringes of the marsh. Then we had the most boring 18 hours of my life talking to the boat guy, Jiao, and then sleeping in the boat, and then working for the boat guy, even though I was perfectly capable of stealing a boat for us myself!!!

Now everybody’s hungry and we’re on a boat with an old man who I am pretty sure is going to throw us overboard. He didn’t want us to call our parents, was ruder than even the bus driver who was literally xenophobic, knew about The Bone King but didn’t want to tell us, and he had a bunch of live eels in his fridge. Right next to the yogurt!!!!! Did I mention the bay is full of creepy water dogs?!

We decided to go on his boat despite all of this (using “we” really broadly here) and I don’t know about the guys but I’m hiding. …By possessing the first real dog to not act like I’m completely from hell since I died. I hope Kay still likes me after this.