w Friday, August 22, 2003 At The Mountains of Madness "I don't think these lifts are working." Yesterday a dream of mine came true as I was officially initiated into the Jinx Project. Our objective was Roosevelt Island's abandoned mental institution. Heading the mission were Jinx Directors (and authors of Invisible Frontier ) LB Deyo and Lefty Leibowitz, joined by Agent Duncan , Tibbie X, et al. The weeds surrounding the location were taller than I. Lyme disease be damned, we pushed our way past and worked our way inside. I gave a boost to Director Deyo and, in true Good Soldier fashion, felt privileged to wear his shoeprint on my lapel for the rest of the evening. The building itself was hollowed and enormous. Remains of an elevator and spiral staircases were evident, as well, as chunks of the tiled floors and pieces of broken mirrors. I cut my hand trying to climb. "Fiddle dee dee," I mumbled. "That will require a tetanus shot." My Simpsons reference was lost on my cohorts, though I wager that I will have the last laugh shortly before my jaws lock. I will leave the description of the mission to the pros, for it is difficult for me to express what it feels like to be in such a huge, forbidden place. For many people the building had been the last moment of freedom that they would ever experience; a freedom that was left for us to rediscover last night. The agents gather intelligence. LB endeavors to set his throne above that of the Most High. "What's that, magic doorway? You want me to kill everyone?" O'er the ramparts. posted by Michael Malice at 11:03 AM