\documentclass[char]{conditionechoblueshift}
\begin{document}
\name{\cBlackChamberOp{}}

\bigquote{``These things should be left to the frigid and impersonal investigator,
for they offer two equally tragic alternatives to the man of feeling and
action; despair if he fail in his quest, and terrors unutterable and
unimaginable if he succeed.''}{-- H.P. Lovecraft, "From Beyond"}

When you were a kid, you loved watching spy movies. Movies like {\it
Sneakers} and {\it Goldeneye}, where the good guys always managed to
triumph over the bad, save the day and win the girl. You would spend
hours creating elaborate scenarios in you head where you would prevent
global thermonuclear warfare or stop biological weapons from being
unleashed upon an unsuspecting populace. Most of your time was spent
alone - you didn't have a lot of friends as a child and preferred to
spend your time reading or watching movies rather than roughhousing
with the other kids. You were, as your mother used to say, a delicate
child.

As you got older, you started leaving those childhood games behind and
concentrating on more realistic things. Your parents were very serious
about your schooling and pushed you hard to excel in academics,
especially math. In high school you were one of those math nerds who
couldn't go out in the sun because it turned you from pasty white to
lobster red faster than you could blink, and no girl ever looked at
you twice. Things continued along this vein until your last year in
grad school, when you stumbled across this awesome theorem during your
research that you thought might permit NP-complete problems to be
converted to P-complete ones. The next thing you knew, there were
people breaking into your dorm, your hard drive got wiped, and you
were inducted into some secret organization called the
\bBlackChamber{}.

At first you were thrilled; the \bBlackChamber{} did all of the covert
ops things that you dreamed of as a child, knew all the secrets that
the government was keeping from the rest of the country, and was
always saving cities from destruction, even if it was behind the
scenes. You were trained as a field operative and got to visit a lot
of the exotic places that you dreamed of in your youth.  But as you
continued to work with them, it became increasingly obvious that these
so-called ``good guys'' weren't actually {\em good}.

In your time with the \bBlackChamber{}, you've seen a lot of things 
that you consider downright crimes.  Once, you saw your higher-ups 
promise a girl whose only mistake was having an inflated interest in 
the paranormal that she would be taught all she wanted about the 
phenomena of the extra-platonic dimensions.  In exchange, she'd have 
to submit to ``standard testing'' first.  Excited that she was the 
first of any of her friends to be offered this honor, she signed on 
and swore herself to secrecy. Within hours, she was taken to a 
soundproofed back room, where researchers attempted to bind her soul 
to that of a demon.  As it turned out, the binding didn't work quite 
right.  She gradually lapsed into insanity, until one day, when the 
\bBlackChamber{} was done with her, she was taken to a mental asylum. 
She never talked her family or friends again, and they never even got 
the true story behind her demise.

You wish you could say this was a rare occurance with the 
\bBlackChamber{}, but it's just the opposite.  Worst of all, you've 
been getting used to it.  Each young man losing his mind, each child 
torn from their family used to stand out like scars in your memory. 
But you've started to cringe less when you see the experiments 
performed, and the pity you used to feel towards them has become a 
dull haze in the back of your mind.  This worries you more than 
anything; you feel as if your humanity is slipping away from you.

Your latest mission has you infiltrating the \bLaundry{}, your
counterpart organization in the British isles, as a Computational
Demonologist. Right before you left HQ for this mission, your boss
gave you an Enochian binding grid containing a human soul and warned
you to guard it carefully because it had the power to control gates to
the dungeon dimensions. If a member of the \bLaundry{} were to examine
the grid closely, they would quickly realize that you were a
\bBlackChamber{} operative - the \bLaundry{} would never use
soul-binding technology.

The \bLaundry{} has essentially the same goals as the \bBlackChamber{}
but is considerably more scrupulous in their methodology. Childish as
it sounds, you still have vestiges of your dreams left, and you still
hope to be a Good Guy and help Save the World from Evil.  You can't do
this while tied to an organization that manipulates souls and demons,
but you'd very much like to defect to the \bLaundry{}.  Unfortunately,
you doubt they'd trust you if you just revealed yourself as a
\bBlackChamber{} spy.  There's also the problem that the
\bBlackChamber{} doesn't take kindly to betrayal.  If you tried to
leave them\ldots well, it wouldn't be pretty.

\begin{itemz}[Goals]
  \item Defect to the \bLaundry{}. You need to figure out what sort of 
    hold the \bBlackChamber{} has over you and how to get rid of
    it. Someone in Dunwich probably knows -- but who to trust?
  \item Don't get your cover blown. Neither the \bBlackChamber{} nor
    the \bLaundry{} would take kindly to the truth.
  \item Keep the Enochian Binding Grid secret, while keeping it
    attuned to your presence.
  \item As a Computational Demonologist, maintain the computers in
    Dunwich Training Centre.
\end{itemz}

\starttag{mems}
\mNagios{}
\endtag

\begin{contacts}
  \contact{\cLaundryCaptain{}} Head of the Dunwich Training Centre.
  \contact{\cCDHead{}} Head of the Computational Demonology division 
  of the Laundry.
  \contact{\cCDIntSec{}} Member of the Computational Demonology 
  division of the Laundry.
\end{contacts}

\starttag{mems}
 \memfold{If you hear the code ``\MYbccode'' (packet $\delta$)}{
   The \bBlackChamber{} is not pleased.  A high buzzing starts in the
     back of your head.  As it gets louder, you feel your brain
     shaking within your skull.  It overcomes you and your head
     explodes in a shower of blood.  Roleplay accordingly.}
   
   \memfold{If the Enochian grid is not tuned for 1 hour}{
     You start to get a splitting headache as you realize you've been
     neglecting the machine. You should probably get on that.
     {\em This effect goes away as soon as you tune the grid, and
       comes back every time you don't for 1:00}
   }

   \memfold{If the Enochian grid is not tuned for 1h:15m}{
     The headache intensifies, and you feel weak all over. You can
     only walk heel-toe until the machine is tuned again.
     {\em This effect goes away as soon as you tune the grid, and
       comes back every time you don't for 1:15}
   }

   \memfold{If the Enochian grid is not tuned for 2:00h}{ 
     Your headache grows to an unbearable crescendo, and you collapse
     to the ground with blood dripping from your eye sockets. You are
     {\bf Bleeding Out}, and will die in 5 minutes unless healed.
     {\em This effect will recur every half hour until you tune or
       destroy the device, or remove your binding to the Black
       Chamber. }}

\endtag

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