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« on: December 15, 2010, 03:11:57 PM »
The most freaked out I've ever been was a game of All Flesh Must be Eaten run by a zombiphobe (unsure of the technical term there). We were playing ourselves in the small town of Edgerton, Ohio (real place - we all lived there at the time). After fleeing from the zombies that had appeared around the farmhouse we started in, we made it into town but couldn't abandon our friend (the GM) so headed for his house. I found debris and his dead mom in the living room. The friend had hidden in their attic. After convincing him I wasn't a zombie (because zombies don't sing) we got him down.
I watched the corpse of his mother (whom he had killed, thinking she was a zombie - she hadn't been).
Now, I'd been (in real life) drinking pretty heavily that night because my wife was driving. So, I was pretty into the game. When the GM told me that the dead body of his mother suddenly sat up, I shouted "BOOM!" as I gave her both barrels of the shotgun my character was carrying, destroying her zombie. It was more unnerving that frightening, but very intense.
When I was running Dust to Dust for Call of Cthulhu, one of the investigators had gone off on his own at the beginning (just before actually) of a session to destroy the vagrant that was still haunting Martin's Beach. He managed to destroy the thing with the reverse resurrection spell but went mad and started to eat the essential salts. After cleaning out his mouth with some whiskey, he headed back to Danvers.
I moved behind the players chair and told him he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. He expected to spot the huge conglomerate beast they'd freed from a local cellar. I told him what he REALLY saw was a hand, the living, moving remains of the thing he'd just destroyed, on the back of the next seat.
"And it goes for your throat!" I said, grabbing at him.
Both he and the other early player across the table jumpbed and told me later that they had both been startled and scared by the move.
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