TEXT: The Thing from Jakarta 
   by Mervyn Boyd - jack@ktana.freeserve.co.uk 
  178 Dickson Drive, Irvine, Ayrshire, Scotland, KA12 9HB 
   
  Foreword 
  Because I am not a great creative writer there will probably be many entries that are vague in content and 
  description causing the adventure to appear disjointed. While some provision has been made for the places 
  the characters are likely to visit, it is up to the keeper to improvise, and flesh out all other  areas - including 
  NPC personalities and reaction. 
   
  Although the scenario can be played as a stand alone, it is probably best if it is added to an ongoing 
  campaign as a side-track event. It's essentially a no-brainer, so specialised characters are not required. 
  Although a loose time frame is used, it can be modified or ignored by the keeper to make for a more 
  enjoyable half hour of play. For full effect it should ideally be played by one player, but no more than three. 
  It’s suited for the modern age, though it can be modified for the 1920s or 1890s. The setting is Newark, New 
  Jersey although this can be changed to suit the individual keeper. 
   
   
  Keeper Information 
  First and foremost the adventure is a bug hunt. You’ve played a hundred of ‘em before so you know what to 
  expect, and yes it does live in the sewers. Anyway, Professor Stannard has recently come back from an 
  archaeological dig in Indonesia. Something occurred there which is outlined later, but essentially he got 
  infected with a parasite which grew in his body, and today, as the scenario begins, it bursts out his chest 
  (like we haven’t seen that one before) right in front of our player/s. Herein the scenario is simple. Become 
  proactive and try to find the thing and kill it, otherwise the scenario will be over inside of four minutes.  
   
   
  Timeline 
  The following is an account of what is supposed to happen, with the actual specifics being deliberately left 
  vague. The keeper should expand or change it should the need arise. 
   
  The thing bursts out Stannard's chest and escapes into the sewers as witnessed by the players. Weak and 
  unfamiliar with its surroundings, it holes up and eats what garbage it can. It grows quickly and as it matures 
  it soon begins to hunt rats and other vermin. Sewer workers first begin to notice signs of the thing, but pay it 
  no mind. As these occurrences grow, they soon begin joking about "something on the loose." Plentiful as 
  they may be, rats and garbage cannot sustain the thing's energy requirements. By now it has grown to the 
  size of a large cat. It leaves the sewers to forage for new food sources. Utilising the night it begins to prey on 
  cats and dogs often leaving carcasses which are found the morning after. Concern grows over the presence 
  of a rabid animal. The joke of "something down here" begins to grow thin as some sewer workers are 
  genuinely spooked by something. They hear things; see things; find fragments of sloughed off skin or large 
  patches of blood. As pet slayings continue public concern grows. Animal control begins to search for the 
  creature, but it remains elusive. The odd partial animal print is recovered, but it cannot be identified with 
  any degree of certainty. Officials deny that there has been an escape from the zoo. A woman is later 
  interviewed on the news about having narrowly colliding with the suspected rabid animal as she drove home 
  in the wee small hours. As she hit the brakes it jumped up and clattered  over the roof of her car, scraping 
  the paint work extensively. She gives a mistaken description of it as being like a large muscular dog, dark in 
  colour.  
   
  Within a few days of this, the thing has grown to the size of a small bear. Too large for drains, it uses an old 
  storm drain close to East Newark Bridge. One  or two people report they saw something swimming in the 
  
  river. Shaky camcorder footage shot at night is shown on the news. Analysis of the footage is inconclusive. 
  The thing is now mature and seeks a place in which to spawn.  
   
  A sewer worker is attacked by the thing. Colleagues who were there say something rose from the water and 
  pulled Henry, who was at the back, in. They tried to rescue him but he was nowhere to be found and neither 
  was the thing, of which no satisfactory description is given. It was all to quick. One is stated as saying "It 
  wasn't no flushed alligator". Police investigate the incident and find no evidence. They conclude Henry 
  must’ve lost his footing, fell, and was dragged under by an undercurrent. A search of the local sewers was 
  made but he wasn’t found. The reported monster was most likely a shadow, an optical illusion possibly 
  brought on by a gas leak. The sewer workers protest this. The thing, by now has spawned and seeks to 
  procure nourishment for its brood. 
   
  The badly mutilated corpse of a homeless person is found, prompting fears that the rabid animal now has the 
  taste of human blood. Just why he wasn't taken by the thing is open for discussion. Over the next few nights 
  several more people are slain by the thing. No trace of them is found save for their blood at the crime scene 
  and the occasional dropped item. A two man sewer worker team enter the sewers and are never heard of 
  again. Sewer workers threaten to strike if something isn't done about whatever's down there. The city 
  council, although concerned with the recent slayings, procrastinate over any definitive plans of action.  
   
  Public concern grows, as does hysteria. People harass the police with calls at night after "seeing" something, 
  be this true or not. Armed neighbourhood watch groups are organised, their patrols being conducted through 
  mobile phones, text messages and radios. They fail, and often end up chasing shadows or each other. A man 
  is accidentally gunned down in a case of mistaken identity. "I thought it was the beast" was the shooter’s 
  excuse. Police issue a statement warning these patrols to immediately cease and desist. Anyone found on the 
  street with a firearm will be arrested. The calls are largely ignored by those who think they are acting in the 
  publics’ best interest due to the failings of the authorities. 
   
  This is all that pretty much happens. If the players fail (how could they) in tracking the beast, then the 
  authorities make the break through and eventually conclude the scenario. 
   
   
  Player Insertion 
  Players can be inserted in whatever manner the keeper chooses. Be they friends of Prof. Stannard who is 
  holding an evening meal, or be they total strangers to Stannard who happens to be passing by as the player is 
  out cutting the grass, changing the oil in their car, or whatever. This scenario assumes the latter. 
   
  So, there the character is; doing whatever he/she’s doing, when Professor Stannard comes strolling by. He 
  seems to be labouring slightly, as though out of breath. He stops and leans against a fence, looks at the 
  character, before coughing up a wad of phlegm, which he spits out. A half SPOT HIDDEN check allows 
  observant characters to notice that there is blood being coughed up too. The fit seems to get worse and then 
  Stannard clutches his chest, then collapses in spasms, as if from a severe epileptic seizure. Our player can 
  either rush over and try to restrain Stannard from doing injury to himself or stand by and watch. Struggling 
  to control Stannard requires a STR (versus 16) resistance roll. Fumbling the roll results in a sock to the jaw 
  for 1d8 damage (strong guy), which may result in a bloody nose, fat lip or knockout. Stannard is 
  predominantly spluttering blood by now, unable to make coherent speech. His body is rigid as he flops 
  about. He appears to be intent on pulling up his clothes to expose his abdomen. The sound of cracking ribs is 
  heard, and moments later his belly begins to bulge and stretch to breaking point and beyond. In a spray of 
  blood the flesh tears apart and a large blood soaked reddish-pink crab/lobster crawls out. Those who see this 
  lose 1d3/1d6 Sanity. To ensure it gets away, characters require a POWx2 check to act otherwise they stand 
  and stare on unbelievingly. Those who can act, attack at half chance. We assume the characters won't be 
  totting guns when mowing the lawn - but players will be players.  
  The crab makes a rasping hiss of a vocalisation before snapping at any character who is too lose for comfort. 
  Only if the character fails a LUCK or DEXx5 check he/she is hit for 1d4 damage as the thing bites through 
  the flesh and into the bone. Stoke player paranoia here with a CON roll. Will he/she be infected with 
  Hepatitis, AIDS, Rabies, or something far, far worse. After removing a chunk of flesh, or maybe a finger, 
  
  the thing nimbly scuttles away and falls down a nearby drain to safety. Play the bite up for a while. Player 
  feels faint for a while, his/her face ashen, later on he/she might feel sick for a period, gets a twinge in the 
  stomach, blurred vision, or whatever.  
   
  By this time 1d6 passers by, and neighbours have converged to see what’s going on in amongst gasps of : 
  “Oh my God” and “Phone 911”. A woman faints at the sight. Stannard, by some grace of God is still alive, 
  unconscious, but alive. Despite the valiant attempts to save his life he dies moments before the ambulance 
  arrives. 
   
  An IDEA (or KNOW) check allows characters to identify the man before going through his pockets. 
  However, after dutifully giving him the once over – the character finds a wallet containing fifteen dollars, an 
  American Express card, his ID (Professor Philip Stannard of 1426 Preston Court). Other stuff includes house 
  keys, a further 45 cents, a Swiss army knife, a watch, and a letter addressed to Paula Wilcox, Nebraska 
  (unstamped). No driving licence is found though. The letter itself is unimportant and is nothing more than a 
  letter to an old friend. 
   
   
  Police Involvement 
  The police and ambulance soon arrive to take charge. They’ll naturally want to talk to everyone involved. 
  PSYCHOLOGY checks may be had should the player rant about something bursting out his chest. 
  Detectives are pretty smart, and will know if something is amiss and will know if a player isn’t telling the 
  whole truth. For now they assume he's been brutally stabbed. This is a good opportunity to introduce 
  Detective Weaver, though for now he should occupy a lesser roll. He appears to be uninterested in the body, 
  and more interested in the nearby drain where Stannard's blood is naturally flowing to. 
   
  Players can be detained for further questioning should the NJPD suspect them of foul play. Stannard’s body 
  will be carted off for a post-mortem, where the pathologist makes some surprising discoveries. He discovers 
  that it appears that something did burst out from inside from the way the bones are broken, and the internal 
  organs appear to have been rubbed with an abrasive. For now this is glossed over and attributed to the 
  seizure. 
   
  The investigating detectives will surely follow the same line of investigation as the players and their paths 
  may even cross here and there to great annoyance. Use your judgement in what the police know at any time, 
  and how they react to our players. 
   
   
  Stannard's home 
  Professor Philip Stannard lives in a modest house at 1426 Preston Court, a nice well-to-do area of town. The 
  house is large and spacious with well tended lawns in front and out back. Colourful plants please the eye, 
  and insects buzz about plying their trade. A cool breeze whips up as the characters pass by the garage as 
  they approach the front door. Nobody answers the door if chapped. Nobody's home. Providing the characters 
  have Stannard's keys entry to the building is easy otherwise a window or door needs to be forced, which may 
  attract the attention of a passer by or neighbour. 
   
  Looking about we find a nicely decorated interior. Light and airy, with all the modern conveniences. A 
  couple of potted plants add a splash of greenery. Carved wooden sculptures, masks, war clubs and other 
  miscellaneous objects are on show in display cases or hang on the walls around the house. Souvenirs of past 
  digs. A large fish tank is home to half a dozen grouper fish (NATURAL HISTORY). A drinks cabinet is 
  well stocked and has a few bottles of Ogwen Siberry's Cherry Brandy - obviously Stannards favourite tipple. 
   
  His study contains a wealth of anthropological books, an extensive collection of the National Geographic 
  magazine and other periodicals and literature. Assorted work-related papers can be found on his desk as can 
  a PC (he's the curator of a small local museum). A few excavation photos adorn the walls. 
   
  
  A rather nifty-looking paperweight (carved from a single piece of green jade) rests on a stack of paper. It 
  stands 3" high, 4½ long and 3" wide, resembling a crouching winged hound, sphinx-like but with definite 
  canine features. Around the base of the weight are etchings, inked in gold paint. The decorative half symbols 
  appear may be some kind of written language not readily identifiable by the players. Those with mythos 
  knowledge may recognise it as the writing of the Tcho-Tchos, a degenerate race of cannibalistic pygmies 
  said to have been created by interbreeding between men and monsters, who worship a pantheon of evil gods. 
   
  Spending time to go through everything the players find that Stannard liked to keep detailed journals of all 
  his expeditions - the high points and the low. The last expedition, apparently, was in Sumatra a year and a 
  half ago where he stayed with a local tribe for a while. Despite being home six months, Stannard has failed 
  to account for his Javan expedition in its entirety. You might say it is conspicuous by its absence, but players 
  won't know thins until they find… 
   
  • A collection of travel tickets and boarding passes. the latest one being dated eight months ago. It's 
  destination Jakarta on the island of Java, Indonesia. An IDEA check might suggest that Stannard has a 
  journal somewhere. 
   
  • Stannard liked to collect newspapers from wherever he travelled. The only one of interest to the players 
  is the Jakartan Post dated six months ago. There's an account in the paper detailing the dig, and how it 
  was hampered by local tribal opposition, and that several members of the dig were killed shortly after a 
  network of caves were discovered which were being used by rebel forces or drug smugglers. The dig 
  was immediately cancelled and a raid by Jakartan Commandos was successful which ended with the 
  deaths of 36 terrorists and 6 commandos. The site was later demolished by the commandos and sealed as 
  a no go area by the government who were continuing with search and destroy manoeuvres until further 
  notice. The players can make of this what they want. They might even think that the thing they saw 
  earlier might have something to do with it. 
   
  Other than this there is nothing else of interest that the house has to offer unless players want to steal stuff. 
  The attic and garage both serve as storage space. Stannard does not own a car. 
   
  If the players spend too much time here they may be interrupted by the police who naturally have to secure 
  the scene to look for any possible evidence. If the players are careless they're going to leave their prints 
  every where. It might cause problems if characters are brought in for tampering with evidence. 
   
   
  Who is Professor Phillip Stannard 
  Talking to neighbours, work colleagues, or checking other avenues of research uncovers: Stannard was born 
  in Atlantic City, New Jersey on August 14 1960 to Katherine and George Stannard. He was one of three 
  siblings and attended Rutgers State University of New Jersey, studying Anthropology, later moving to 
  Indonesia to continue his studies, where he gained his doctorates from the University of Indonesia, (in 
  Jakarta). He married one Sarah-Anne Gooding in 1982 and had two children in '83/'85, two girls - Amanda 
  and Claire. Sarah and Claire died in a car accident in 1990 while Stannard was in Peru attending a seminar. 
  The loss devastated him. Today Amanda is an up and coming Anthropologist like her old man. She studies 
  at the University of California, Los Angeles. Stannard himself is respected in his field and has written a few 
  books, and has been published in assorted scientific periodicals. He has no police record, and has not served 
  in the military. When not out in the field getting dirty and rummaging about (his main passion) he is to be 
  found in his museum on Goose Street. Generally, Stannard was a happy sort of chap, with no known 
  enemies. He didn't have any great credit problems. He wasn't seeing anybody in particular. The last dig he 
  was on was in Java and came back about six months ago badly shaken up about something. He didn't want 
  to talk about it at all, saying that it was bad and that several deaths had occurred. Out of politeness nobody 
  pressed the issue. At first he was withdrawn, keeping to himself and spoke only when he had to, immersing 
  himself in work. It took him a while to come round and revert back to his old self, but not quite fully. 
  Whatever happened on the dig really got  to him, and he still refused to talk about it. 
   
   
  
  The Jakartan Expedition 
  Research on the subject brings up the following "official" account. About a year ago a native settlement was 
  discovered in the Javan Highlands. It looked as though it had lain undisturbed for several hundred years, 
  perhaps as much as several thousand. Much of it had been reclaimed by the jungle. The site, situated on a 
  high plateau like Machu Picchu, seemed different from most settlements of the time. An excavation was 
  established and Stannard got involved nine months ago, arriving a month later. As the dig progressed it 
  appeared that the civilisation that built it was certainly more advanced than any other tribe. Permanent stone 
  foundations and the odd wall was unearthed as were tools, pottery shards, and broken pieces of sculpture. 
  All evidence that a thriving culture had lived and possibly worshipped there. Then, three months later a 
  fantastical discovery was made close by to the settlement. Concealed by what appeared to be a rock slide 
  and jungle foliage was a network of  caves. Investigation later concluded that the caves which were a 
  product of volcanic activity had been expanded upon and excavated into an underground town carved on 
  many levels. The massive warren-like excavation could house several thousand people. The discovered bore 
  holes were used for ventilation or had been sunk down into a vast subterranean water table. It was 
  speculated that much of the complex was held over for religious duties and/or storage for it was there that 
  many an artefact was found. 
   
  It was about then when the trouble began. The dig had apparently stumbled into the hiding place belonging 
  to rebel forces opposed to the Government. With their discovery the insurgents lashed out and massacred 
  many of the excavation workers before a raid by Jakartan Commandos was made which ended with the 
  deaths of 36 terrorists and the seizure of weapons, explosives and raw grade opium. Six commandos lost 
  their lives in the attack. The dig was immediately terminated and the entire area sealed by the Government 
  in order to conduct further search and destroy missions. 
   
  That's the official line, but what really happened was: as the expedition explored the extensive caverns they 
  came across a tunnel that had apparently been deliberately collapsed or sealed up. They excavated the 
  passage way and explored beyond and just as coincidence has it there was an alien nest close by full of eggs. 
  As if that wasn't enough there was a couple of aliens as well. You can guess what happened next and it all 
  ended with the raid by Jakartan Commandos, the closure of the dig and the lock-down of the mountainous 
  site. 
   
  Finding out who was on the expedition can easily be done through whatever channel. A simple way of 
  finding these names is to access the expedition website. This'll give names and brief biographies of each of 
  the 15 main archaeologists involved, a timeline and regular updates of finds, and activities with photos, 
  transcripts of live webchats and the like. All is normal as you'd expect from such a site with nothing leaping 
  out in the form of a clue, except that it has not been updated since the massacre occurred. 
   
   
  Contacting other members of the expedition 
  Of the 15 archaeological members listed (3 American, 2 South American, 6 Oriental 1 British 2 French 1 
  Canadian), seven are listed as being killed by the rebels. Four more (excluding Stannard) died shortly after 
  returning home from the expedition. Official reasons of death is either heart attack, burst  appendix or 
  another health related illness brought on due to parasitic infection. In three of the bodies a parasite was 
  found attached to the heart, lung or wherever. The identification of the parasite has yet been unsuccessful. 
  Any character who reads the National Geographic or similar periodicals may be aware of  these facts as each 
  scientist was remembered  in an obituary. 
   
  The three remaining survivors (one Canadian, one American, and one French), refuse to talk about Jakarta. 
  They are well aware what happened. Fortunately they are safe and free from infection. If the players visit the 
  American who lives in New York they require a FAST TALK or PERSUADE check for him to reveal 
  more. He'll give an account on how they unblocked a passage way and found in the tunnels beyond a cave 
  full of goo and small maggot-like eggs or something. And that's when they attacked. Those things. I couldn’t 
  believe it. Creatures totally unknown to nature. We ran but most of us didn't make it. They were killed by 
  those things. They came from nowhere. Black as night. I saw Jackson, the British guy, chopped in two at the 
  waist. He had a kid on the way. His account becomes more sketchy as he tells it. The players see that his 
  
  mind isn't here, but rather he's reliving the nightmare. The rest of us got outta there and kept on running 
  through the jungle. The next thing I know I was in hospital. It was two weeks later and heard that the dig 
  was over and Jakartan Commandos went in and destroyed the site. I was lucky. I don't know anything else. 
  Please go. 
   
   
  Javan legends and lore  
  Anybody who expresses an interest in Indonesian myths, legends or lore can hit the books are the local 
  library or talk to an expert on the subject. The Internet may even dredge up information. Depending on what 
  specific information the player wants, research can take as little as half an hour to several hours. Essentially 
  this can be found: The mythology of Indonesia is largely similar to Indian mythology and can be read in the 
  epic tales Mahabarata and the Bhatarayuda. Some native tribes do adhere to occult practices rich with 
  shamanistic practices, witchcraft, voodoo, and sacrifice (not human though, or in very rare circumstances), 
  but this is generally frowned upon in civilised towns and cities - the practice of which is punishable by 
  imprisonment or death. 
   
  As the search unfolds a character might pick up a 1926 copy of Nicholas H. Gutteridge's book, Primal 
  Mythology of Indonesian Tribes. Those making a R/W ENGLISH roll learn that tribal occult is rife with 
  ghosts and demons and realms in which they live. One legend pertains to an infernal realm deep within our 
  planet where a great race of demons live (an equivalence to Hell you might say), and it is also said that on 
  occasion a demon has found its way to the surface where it lays waste to the people. For that reason it is 
  forbidden to enter caves and tunnels and it became tribal duty to seal these entrances for ever. Certain tribes 
  people still observe this practice. Legend speaks of several tribes being utterly decimated by a demon almost 
  1000 years ago.  
   
  Oral tradition describes the demons as immense crab-like creatures with numerous many angled limbs, 
  standing nearly 10 feet in height. Its colour is as black as pure onyx with a head that is sightless and faceless 
  save for its mouth. The demons are covered in sharp spines and ridges that can easily slice a man in two.  
   
   
  Assorted Events 
  The keeper must set the events to coincide with his/her timeline. See the timeline for pointers as to what can 
  happen. Make stuff up yourself if you want. Plan your events. Know where and when they occur. 
   
   
  Talking to the sewer workers. 
  The concerns of the sewer workers soon appear in the local press or news broadcasts. These may interest the 
  players and they might want to talk to some of the sewer workers. Detective Weaver is interested, and so far 
  he's the only one who isn't utterly discounting their claims. The sewer workers will talk to him since he has a 
  legitimate reason for questioning them, but they will be sceptical of our players' motives, but if the players 
  are sincere and can convince them (FAST TALK or PERSUADE) that they also believe in what's in the 
  sewer, then perhaps they might find out a bit more information. Everyone will be spooked to some extent. 
  One or two may even have hit the bottle for comfort, and nobody's willing to enter the sewers as a guide: 
  "Fuck that shit man", comes one reply. 
   
  Tantalising information is all that can be obtained at the moment. Give vague descriptions of the monster - 
  which may or may not tally with what somebody else says. "It was big and black. Like nothing I've ever 
  seen before", says one. "It wasn't no flushed pet alligator, I can tell you", says another. "It's not of this earth". 
  "It was all over in an instant, there we were talking about last-night's ball game, then whoosh, it grabbed 
  Harry and dragged him under. We tried to help but there was no trace. All we found was his hard hat and 
  some of his blood". "I didn't see it, but I could smell/hear it." "Yeah, I saw it. It was eating something. I 
  didn't stick around". “It was a black blur of teeth and claws”. 
   
  
  The players can learn the locations of the sightings and plot them on a a plan of the sewers. Sightings come 
  from everywhere, but by far the densest area is just off  Bloomfield Place & Clay Street. D'you think it 
  means something? 
   
   
  Talking to the police 
  As events progress, players may want to do their own investigation. All in all there's not much to learn, other 
  than who gets attacked and where it happened. Without proper contacts or reasons, there's no reason why the 
  police would divulge information beyond public notifications to the players. This is also true if the players 
  try to talk to the pathologist who performs the post-mortems on Stannard, the homeless person and whoever 
  else winds up on his slab in the morgue. There is one detective (Detective Ernest Weaver) whom the keeper 
  can throw in and use as much or as little as he / she feels. 
   
  Detective Weaver 
  At first he's antagonistic towards the players for whatever reason, but he can become an ally. He has the 
  knack of turning up places whenever the keeper wants. If the players happen to be there also then so much 
  the better. With Weaver as an enemy, he'll have no second thoughts in arresting the players for breaking and 
  entering, contaminating a crime scene, or busting 'em for a broken tail light.  
   
  This career cop was once a powerful man, but now though age he is beginning to sag and fill out, but his 
  attitude hasn't changed one bit. He has white closely cropped army style hair, and has a facial scar running 
  from his left temple, down his cheek and across his chin and jaw. He's not soft spoken. Abrasive. Direct, and 
  always to the point. Firm but fair. Nothing personal. This no nonsense detective hates things getting in the 
  way when on a case. He's a cop who never goes off duty. He just needs to look at somebody and he'll know 
  if they're hiding something, up to something, or just downright dirty. If he sees something / somebody not to 
  his liking he's very likely to act on impulse, and this attitude has caused trouble in the past. 
   
  Should Weaver take a liking to the players, he might divulge a little bit more information. He might say that 
  for some reason he does believe the sewer workers when they say there’s something in the sewers, but he 
  can't act on it using departmental resources. They won't allow it, so for now he's limited to his own private 
  investigation. He might also reveal that he's been down the sewers, and the only thing he found was a bit of 
  strip of skin hanging from a broken pipe. He carefully produces it for anyone wishing to take a closer look at 
  it. The slough of pliable rubbery skin, light brown in colour, measures 2" by 5". It is as rough as shark skin.  
  Rougher even, and anyone handling it without gloves has their LUCK chance to avoid taking one point of 
  damage from its abrasive surface. 
   
  Should Weaver think the players may be of use to him, he may enlist their help for a more thorough search 
  of the sewers. With him as an ally, he might be able to procure some additional hardware in the way of 
  armour or shotguns. But not assault weapons or explosives. Weaver has an 80% CREDIT RATIING, and 
  can almost certainly get some stuff for himself. For each additional person he has to outfit, he loses 15 
  percent. So, for a party of four he'd lose 60%. He only has one chance to get the equipment, but if he calls in 
  favours he can get another chance. 
   
   
  Maps 
  The following map can double as a street map of Newark, as well as the sewers beneath. On the keeper 
  version only major events has been marked. Use your judgement to determine exactly where other things 
  occur. 
  
   
  The Sewers 
  Eventually the players must venture down into the sewers to continue their search. They’ll probably go 
  through a manhole that is close to the many strange occurrences. The manhole cover is easy to lift providing 
  a lifting tool is used. The ladder rungs which lead down into the murky depths are slippery and the 
  characters require a DEXx5 or CLIMB roll to get down safely otherwise they fall for 1d6 damage. This can 
  be reduced should a JUMP roll be succeeded. The sewers beneath are dank and smells of rot and decay. The 
  decomposing waste serves as a food source for the thousands of rats who dwell here. Black greasy glistening 
  water flows down the seven feet high tunnels.  
   
   
  Preparing 
  You don’t want to simply  delve into the labyrinthine underworld without preparation. Obtaining the sewer 
  maps can be done by visiting the Office of Public Works or City Hall. From the charts players discover that 
  there are dozens of miles of sewers underlying the city. For simplicity, assume the sewers has the exact same 
  layout as the city map. Some of the older sewers date back to the late 1880s, and through urban 
  modernisation some tunnels have been re-routed, bricked up or rebuilt. Some sections even appear to be 
  
  unused. For convenience, assume there is a manhole every 800 metres. It might be an idea to invest in some 
  fisherman’s waders and flashlights before entry. 
   
  Some areas of the sewers have dingy grime-encrusted lights about which flies buzz. These areas are 
  generally at cross-sections where electrical junction boxes, pipe fittings and other industrial cabling are to be 
  found. The water in the sewer ranges from ankle to chest deep in parts. For the most part, searching the 
  sewers will be tedious. Have your players search about for as long as you want without success then slowly 
  begin to up the suspense as they get lost or closer. At intervals, players may find signs telling them where 
  they are in relation to the world above. Use dramatic licence to create the required atmosphere; echoing wet 
  slaps, splashes, weird gurgles, hisses and other noises. Shadows move, the discovery of a half eaten dog, a 
  human arm, footprints - human or otherwise. A monstrous ear-splitting screech. Because of the enclosed 
  space and the echoes created, noise may be distorted or reverberated oddly, thus making tracking, or judging 
  distance by sound very difficult.  
   
   
  Combat in the sewers 
  Firing guns in enclosed spaces is a bad idea. Sound is amplified and you might go deaf temporarily. Any 
  time a gun is fired roll a CONx5 to check for deafness which lasts 5d20 rounds. Half or quarter all LISTEN 
  rolls during this time. Explosions are far worse and may even cause structural collapse. Gas leaks are quite 
  normal in the sewer, as are the build up of chemically explosive toilet cleaners and the like, so an incendiary 
  device might flatten an entire street, but this is left to the individual keeper to decide upon. 
   
   
  Sewer Events 
  These events are just some of the things the keeper can throw in to add a little more excitement. You can roll 
  the event or pick at random. The keeper is free to make others up, like finding half eaten body parts (human 
  or otherwise), slime trails, or just lying there, somebody finds a flashlight. It is switched on, but the light is 
  dim due to failing batteries… 
   
  Alien faecal matter 
  A dry crumbly, ellipsoid pellet is found. It measures six inches from point to point, and two around its 
  widest part. Bits of bone and hair can be found in it. It is odourless. Flies appear to be kept at bay. 
   
  Armour Plating 
  At a junction where two passages meet is a large black piece of monster hide. Part of the wall has been 
  broken off and the characters can see deep gouges and scoring, by both something sharp and by acid. It 
  looks as though it was used as a scratching post. The moulded skin is hard, almost like armour and has a few 
  razor-like ridges on it. It measures 8” by 11” by a ¼” thick. Anyone handling it without gloves has their 
  LUCK chance to avoid taking 1d4 of damage from one of the ridges.  
   
  Rat swarm 
  Disturbed by light, sound, or whatever, a couple of hundred rats swarm down the tunnel towards the 
  characters. As the rats swarm past some begin to climb up trouser leggings and get under clothing. Those 
  failing a CONx7 check suffer 1d3 damage from claw or bite wounds. A sanity check is required with a loss 
  of 0/1d3. 
   
  A Glimpse of the thing. 
  As the players get within ten feet of a four-way cross section a black shape darts from one tunnel down the 
  other directly opposite. Since the view was fleeting no real description is available. The unexpectedness of it 
  all, as well as the sudden adrenaline rush causes 1/1d4 sanity loss. Anyone who can make a DEXx1 check 
  can fire at it before it disappears from sight. 
   
   
   
   
  
  A loose tile/brick falls from ceiling 
  A random character runs a 50/50 chance of being hit with said tile or brick. It causes 1d3 damage. Should've 
  worn a hard hat. 
   
  Weird hissing sound 
  From somewhere here or there a strange slow and rythmic inhalation/exhalation sound is heard on a 
  LISTEN check. It sounds close to some, distant to others. Did anyone else see that shadow move? This 
  could be a good time to briefly introduce the monster as it attempts to grab one person and drag him/her 
  way. Perhaps it's just an audible illusion. 
   
  Broken Light 
  The characters come a cross a broken light and a SPOT HIDDEN check reveals that it may have been 
  deliberately broken. In fact several lights here appear to have been deliberately smashed. What’s it all mean? 
   
  Human Scream 
  The piercing and agonised  scream of a human is heard reverberating around the tunnel. Its source cannot be 
  properly determined. The suffering of the victim lasts three to four seconds. The scream reminds the 
  characters what may be in store for them and so causes 1d3/1d6 sanity loss. Anyone who loses 5 or more 
  sanity really has the desire to leave the sewers. What remains of the victim may be found later. 
   
  A rat falls from an outlet above 
  A random character runs a 50/50 chance of being hit with a rat which causes 1d4 sanity loss. The rat does 
  not attack, it just bounces to the ground and scurries off. As the character jumps to the unexpected event 
  he/she may cause a similar loss of sanity to the other characters. 
   
  A hobo's home 
  The investigators notice that a few feet of the tunnel wall has been removed and placed neatly to the side. 
  They also see manhole close by, which leads up to a cul-de-sac behind a restaurant. Behind the hole is a 
  tunnel, It's mostly dry with a little seepage. This section of the sewer 'belongs' to a solitary hobo. His home 
  consists of a vast collection of junk of no particular worth - all scavenged from dumpsters. The stench of rot 
  and decay grows as the players enter, and laying on the worm infested mattress is a corpse. Several rats 
  gnaw on it. A CONx3 check is required to stand the smell otherwise the character is repulsed.  
   
  The body is in an advanced state of putrefaction. He's been her several weeks. The mottled green/black skin 
  is blistered, and hangs loose. Adipocere deposits are beginning to build up around the body. (This is a 
  naturally occurring greyish cheesy substance which forms when bodies are left in cool damp areas.) It is 
  infested with maggots. Greasy decomposition fluid and barely recognisable semi-fluid, semi-solid 
  abdominal organs pool on the mattress and floor. Seeing the body is horrific and causes 1d2/1d4+1 sanity 
  loss to those unaccustomed to viewing bodies in this kind of state. The actual cause of death is indeterminate 
  without a proper inspection, but no observable gunshot, stab or violent causes are seen. Most likely he died 
  of tuberculosis. 
   
  The corpse is dressed in a grubby pair of Nike trainers, frayed denim jeans, a red Chicago Bulls t-shirt, a 
  green ex-military jacket which is covered in peace signs, cannabis leaf patches and anti-establishment 
  slogans. He also wears a bandanna. Looking at the corpse the characters see that the man, who was probably 
  in his late 50s early 60s at the time of his death has a chain embedded into the left side of his face and jaw. 
  Surgically implanted by the looks of it. It takes a KNOW roll to understand what this means. The guy was 
  probably a Vietnam veteran, and this type of surgical procedure was used in certain horrific facial injuries. 
   
  Moving the corpse to search him is tricky. The epidermis is loose and tears easily, like a skin on a custard. 
  Without due care an arm might come away in hand (Sanity check with a loss of 1/1d6). He has nothing to 
  offer save for a couple of ounces of marijuana which may be ruined. 
   
   
   
  
  Detective Weaver 
  As the players approach a four way junction they may hear the sounds of footfalls from one of the tunnels. 
  Just then Detective Weaver emerges wearing a yellow hard-hat with flashlight attachment. He's armed with 
  a 12g pump. A Glock 17 serves as a back up and nestles in his hip holster. He's looking for the thing to see 
  what exactly it is and to kill it. He knows nothing more than what the players know or can find out. As 
  everyone stands there shooting the breeze, the thing may make an appearance from one of the tunnels. It's 
  moving at an extraordinary speed and by the time anyone hears/sees it, it is almost on top of them. Maybe 
  everyone has unwittingly got too close to its lair.  Its target is random. Allow one round of shooting before 
  melee begins. If the thing is reduced to quarter hits, it attempts to flee. With its acidic blood oozing 
  everywhere it will be pretty easy to follow as it corrodes the floor. In an attempt to save its young it lures the 
  characters away from its lair. Four TRACK rolls trail it to a dead end where it waits, nursing its wounds. 
  Trapped. This time it fights to the end. If the players decide that’s it and go home after killing the thing; let 
  them. If they believe it has a nest somewhere and look for it they’ll eventually find it. 
   
   
  The Lair 
  Finally, as the players draw near to the lair of the thing, they find the temperature to noticeably rise as does 
  the humidity. A greeny-yellow slimy mucus begins to coat everything and gets thicker and thicker making 
  remaining upright a little more tricky. All movement is reduced to 5 for the duration they’re in it, and any 
  sudden movement requires a DEXx5 check to remain standing. With goo getting into guns they will suffer 
  an additional 5% misfire chance - so weapons that normally misfire on a 98 will jam on a 92+. The goo also 
  emits a nasty smell that bites into the olfactory senses like harsh vinegar, but hardy investigators can 
  overcome it. Prolonged exposure might cause some respiratory problems with a build up of phlegm that has 
  to be coughed out. 
   
  Unless the thing has been killed already it can be found here tending her many thousands of tiny bluish and 
  strangely luminescent maggot-like eggs. It’s only at night when the thing leaves to go foraging outside for 
  suitable food. The thing is generally back a few hours before sun up. It is left to the individual keeper to 
  have the thing present when the players first enter the lair or have it out prowling the sewers. 
   
  In amidst the goo are as many as eight bodies in various states of decomposition and consumption. They 
  also appear to have the densest concentration of eggs. Anybody getting too close to the eggs runs the risk of 
  becoming a target as one or more eggs latch on to the bare skin of a character like a leech before it slowly 
  begins to burrow in through the flesh. Through natural chemical secretions the character might not feel a 
  thing as it happens. The larva will travel through the body to take up residence in the intestine where it feeds 
  like a tape worm. Slowly it gestates until maturity, which causes no pain or suffering to the host, when upon 
  it begins to eat its way out - which unfortunately is very painful.. 
   
  To totally destroy the brood all the characters need do is spray the entire place down with the equivalent of 
  45 litres of gasoline and then throw in a match and retire. 
   
   
  Conclusion and its reward 
  The scenario comes to an end when either all the characters die, they defeat the monster and destroy its eggs, 
  or leave - never to return. If left to its own devices the thing will continue to abduct people or animals to use 
  as nourishment for its young. As it happens, the authorities will eventually figure out what is going on and 
  will take proper action. SWAT units or the National Guard will be dispatched to take care of things - which 
  ultimately is hushed up. A situation will be created in order to evacuate the area of all civilians. The old 
  toxic spill ploy comes to mind. But maybe, just maybe there is somebody out there who is infected and 
  incubating another horror, and perhaps it’s one of our players. 
   
  Killing the monster is worth 1d10 sanity 
  Destroying the nest and making sure there are no surviving eggs nets another 1d6. 
  Fighting alongside Detective Weaver bring its own reward in the guise of the odd favour here and there. 
   
  
  Statistics 
   
  The monster. Lesser Independent Race 
  By the time the players descend into the sewers and 
  successfully track the thing to its lair, it will have 
  metamorphosed into its true form. A bipedal entity standing 
  7 feet tall; singularly black in colour, with two powerful 
  arms and clawed hands. Its head has no observable eyes with 
  which to see, has a mouth dripping ichor. Its entirety is a 
  monstrous slab of angular armoured plating tipped with 
  jagged saw-toothed razor sharp ridges and spines, with a 
  savage looking tail behind. 
   
  The thing exists solely to survive and to create more of its 
  kind. 
   
  STR 
  CON 
  SIZ 
  INT 
  POW 
  DEX 
  MOVE 
   
  HITS 
  35 
  26 
  18 
  13 
  12 
  15 
  12 
   
  22 
   
  WEAPON 
  ATTK % 
  DAMAGE 
   Armour: 20 points shell., half on a critical 
  Claw/Grapple* 
  65 
  1d8+2d6db 
   Spells: None 
  Bite 
  90 
  1d12+2d6db  Sanity: 1d3/1d8 
  Tail whip 
  35 
  2d6 
    
   
  Combat tactics 
  Claw/Grapple: Instead of clawing for damage, the monster may try to grapple a victim so that it can bite 
  him/her next round. 
   
  Tail whip: The tail can be used in the same round as a bite or claw/grapple. It’s primarily used to knock 
  away combatants. A critical roll however impales the target as the saw-toothed tail rips through like a 
  chainsaw. 
   
  Anybody unfortunate to be standing close to the thing when it takes damage is in for a surprise. Any critical 
  damage results in a spray of bile yellow blood and/or stomach acids over a 3 feet area. Anyone within range 
  has a ½LUCK chance of escaping an horrific consequence. In ALL cases the use of first aid is quite useless. 
  Proper medical treatment from a hospital is required. If players are wearing body armour they might be 
  afforded some protection before the armour is ruined, so alter the result to reflect this. 
   
  ROLL RESULT 
  1 
  The deluge of acid completely engulfs the head, neck and upper torso of the unlucky character. 
  He/she screams in agony as the flesh and bone melts into a dripping mess of molten goo. Death, 
  unfortunately is not instant, but soon. .Player loses 3 hits per round until dead. CONx1 to remain 
  conscious during this agonising time. Anyone conscious loses 90% from all skills and must make a 
  POWx1 roll to accomplish any task. Anyone who sees this loses 1d8 sanity.  
  2 
  The character winces in agony as a spurt of acid splashes across an arm raising blisters and welts. 1 
  point of damage is taken for the next 3 rounds. Phew that was lucky. 
  3 
  The surge of acid catches the character’s neck, jaw and side of face. The acid quickly eats into the 
  flesh, tendons and bone. A gurgling effort of a scream is all the character can do before the jaw 
  falls free to one side. Still choking, the character stumbles and falls forward head first into the floor 
  with a wet crack. Dead. Seeing this causes 1d8 sanity loss. 
  4 
  The pain is unbearable as the jet of acid coats the characters right side causing painful burns. 
  Fortunately it’s not that bad. Character loses 1 hit for the next 3 rounds.. 
  5 
  The character twists to avoid the acid, but they weren’t quick enough as it splashes against their 
  ribs, back and hip. Acrid fumes from the melting flesh waft up as the character doubles over in a 
  choking fit. 1 point of damage is taken for the next 6 rounds. Due to the pain the character suffers a 
  
  -35 to all rolls and movement is reduced by 2 for the next 6+1d6 months.. 
  6 
  The feeble squirt of acid just barely catches the character on the thigh and causes 1 point of damage 
  for the next 3 rounds. 
  7 
  The character grits his/her teeth to stop from screaming as the soft flesh, cartilage and bone of the 
  knees and lower legs tun to jelly. 2 points of damage is taken over the next 3 rounds. No movement 
  is permissible other than a slow hobble, crawl, or dragging. CONx7 check or fall unconscious. 
  Character can fight from ground at half chance. Movement is permanently reduced by 3. If the 
  character survives he/she will be wheelchair bound for quite some time. Sanity loss 1d6. 
  8 
  The acid gushes towards the character’s face and instinctively he/she raises their hands in defence. 
  They cry out in extreme pain as they watch their hands and lower arms bubble, blister and begin to 
  melt into stumps of fizzing goo. CONx5 to remain conscious. 2 points of damage is taken for the 
  next 4 rounds. Hands are ruined beyond all recognition and are useless. Sanity loss 1d6. 
  9 
  Catching the character squarely in the chest, the acid begins to eat through revealing the ribs, 
  muscle and what lies beneath. A CONx3 roll is required to remain conscious, during which 2 point 
  of damage is taken over the next 5 rounds. Due to the excruciating pain all rolls are made at quarter 
  chance until proper hospital attention is administered. Movement is reduced to one quarter normal. 
  10 
  The wave of acid hits the character across the face causing 1 point of damage for 6 rounds. APP is 
  permanently reduced per point of damage. On a failed LUCK roll an eye is also destroyed, which 
  reduces all sight-based skills by 35%. Until the pain subsides (3+1d6 hours) the player operates at a 
  -25 disadvantage. 
   
   
  Detective Weaver 
  STR 
  CON 
  SIZ 
  INT 
  POW 
  DEX 
  MOVE 
   
  HITS 
  14 
  13 
  16 
  14 
  14 
  13 
  8 
   
  15 
   
  WEAPON 
  ATTK % 
  DAMAGE 
   Skills: Chemistry 35%, Climb 60%, Computer Use 25%,  
  fist/punch 
  80 
  +1d4db 
   Credit Rating 80%, Dodge 53%, Drive Auto 70%, Jump 
  35%, 
  grapple 
  60 
  Varies 
   Law 90%, Library Use 75%, Listen 60%, Locksmith 35%, 
  club/night-stick 
  50 
  1d6 
   Occult 20%, Spanish 100%, Psychoanalysis 15%, 
  handgun 
  70 
  1d10+2 
   Psychology 65%, Sneak 45%, Spot Hidden 70%, Track 
  40% 
  shotgun 
  60 
  4d6 
    
   
   
   
    
  Equipment: Has all the resources you’d normally  associate with a police detective. 
   
   
  
SOURCE: textdata/thevault/Call of Cthulhu (CoC) (BRP) [multi]/3rd Party (Unoffical Content)/CoC - The Thing from Jakarta.pdf