Phone Calls in the Night

I got an email from a friend of mine this afternoon with an MP3 file of a very odd phone call that someone he works with received on the company’s emergency cell phone voice mail.

It is an odd rambling from somebody who could very well be drunk, mentally ill, or all of the above. Either way, it kind of gets the creative juices flowing. What if it made just a little bit more sense? Sounds like a great hook for a Modern-themed role-playing game adventure.

I transcribed the message, check it out…

“Yes, my name Neil Nellay, N-E-I-L Brian Name Bloom, codename 33-kadel [sic]. Under the act of treaty algamation Judge Hargrave of 1812, my code name is Chelsea Alexandria. And, uh, they violated the treaty act, under… I know my history… under, uh… this is on my own, kiddo… and this security guard dared to say that the people were bothering a caucasian white wearing a uniform, scaring all the kids here. I’m MRA <mumble mumble> twenty-five. I’m calling from 416-[number removed]. And uh I wanted the guy that is sitting in the classified hospital put under arrest, and the algamation [sic] congress is now in session, and I want that security guard <mumble>, and if he puts me in restraints or I’m stopped, I’m just here to get my foot looked after, some food, some clothing and I’m outta here. Uh, congress is now in session. <Pause> I agree. I agree. Voice print.”

Have a listen yourself. And if you get into trouble, you didn’t hear it from me.