The Keilhaus family’s mansion has finally been uploaded. This is how the house existed in 1886, before Jakob Sr. became a fugitive. Like the Switt’s mansion, this house is occupied, furnished, and cluttered with expensive yet meaningless items. There is a complete collection of Chinese vases and Chinese zodiac figures. There is also a skull-cut soulpeace gem, which is about worth about §37,000. The family has two cats that I added at the last second, each named after a different Chinese emperor.
It is very difficult to keep the family members in a good relationship with one another, so probably just kill them and put them out of your misery. The Download can be found here. I worked very hard on this house, so please put it in your game and set it on fire for me. Thank you.
News had eventually made its way to Olivia that the younger, and currently remaining of the infamous Keilhaus Brothers had an inoperable brain tumor. Though it would be unnerving for Olivia to re-introduce herself to her son, having been presumed dead for most of his life, she couldn’t simply let him die without seeing her. Upon arriving at Herbert’s gaudy mansion at the edge of Grey Meadow, Olivia was greeted by a reserved, somber woman, who almost reminded her of herself. The lady introduced herself as Herbert’s daughter, Claudia.
“Dad, you have a visitor!”
Olivia heard a cheerful yet voice call out, “Who is it?”
“She says her name is Olivia.”
“I don’t know anyone named Olivia! Is she selling Girl Scout cookies? Just get anything except the Samoas! Coconut makes me choke.”
Claudia rolled her eyes before opening the door for Olivia “I love the man, but he drives me insane.” Claudia led Olivia through a strangely colorful dining room to an even more oddly decorated living room. Herbert was staring at a fading portrait of his older brother, muttering profanities under his breath.
“I have to get going. I’ll bring home those shortbread cookies you like.”
“Thank you, dear.” After Claudia left, Herbert turned to Olivia. “Yes?”
Olivia stared at the floor, reverting to the timid habits of her younger self, now barely able to make eye contact with her own son. “Herbert I’m_”
“I know who you are, mother.” It took him little time to recognize her beyond her sickly pallor. “Is it finally time for me to die?”
Olivia looked up at Herbert, “No, it’s not.”
Herbert sighed, “Why am I even bothering? I know you are not here! It’s the goddamned morphine!” He slammed his cane on Olivia’s foot to reassure himself, almost surprised that it wasn’t the floor he hit. She winced in pain. “What even are you?” He asked.
“I-I am your mother!”
Herbert chuckled, then clenched his free hand into a fist in a dramatic manner. “You abandoned me! You left me alone with that sick demented brother of mine!”
“I didn’t mean to leave you two, Herbert. I was not feeling myself!”
“You didn’t mean to,” Herbert mocked, “You left us because you are a self-absorbed, self-pitying WHORE!”
Olivia struck Herbert across the face with an open hand, causing him to lose balance and nearly fall over. It hurt more than he remembered his older brother hitting him. She quickly embraced him, regretting her actions. “I’m so sorry!”
Herbert felt a ghastly chill from his mother’s embrace, but he welcomed it. “I should not have said those words, mother. I am sorry. I just wish you never left me with that fucking ASSHOLE!”
Olivia released Herbert and stepped back, “What ever happened to Claire? She was supposed to be your guardian!”
Herbert paused for a minute, attempting to remember who Claire was, “Oh yes, the maid! Jakob terminated her employment and she was left out on the street. Quite dreadful, really. The house got so filthy and Jakob was a terrible cook. He always burned the steak!”
Olivia glared at her son like the child he was. “What the fuck happened to Claire?” her faint Irish accent becoming more obvious with her exasperation.
“She was found dead in New Hades. Her body was left in a watering trough… quite tragic. She was always so kind to us. I guess her experience in sword fencing never really did her any good.”
“How could you and that brother of yours be so callous?”
“I have callouses,” Herbert chortled to his mother’s lack of amusement. “I’m old and I’ve spent the better portion of my life caring and empathizing, and it has brought me nothing except misery. I mourned for Claire, I honestly did. I cried more than I ever did in my life.”
Olivia held back her tears. “How did she die?” she probed, having been trapped in a coffin in the dirt at the time of Claire’s demise.
“From what the police saw, her throat was slit. Her death was barely covered in the papers, as if she died and disappeared from the world for good.”
Olivia had a reasonable guess that this was Daniel’s handiwork. Herbert continued after a long sigh, “She had a newborn as well… don’t know what happened to him, but at least the poor woman was left with her dignity.” “
“Her dignity?” Olivia shouted in a more dramatized manner than she had intended. She could no longer contain her ire against her son.
“Well… yes. You know how those murderers display their victims. In the grand scheme of things, fully clothed in a watering trough is not terrible… a corpse is a canvas for cruel things!”
Olivia huffed and stormed towards the door, finally causing Herbert’s tone to change.
“Mother, don’t leave me again!” He shouted. “Please, mother. We can be a whole family again! Father actually came to visit me earlier this week.”
“Your father came to visit? Was that also the morphine?” Olivia asked, mocking Herbert.
“No, that murderous bastard was really here. He said even less than you did. He seemed a bit uneasy. All he really told me was… ‘I love you, son.’” Herbert mimicked his father.
It was not a particularly pretty Tuesday afternoon in Grey Meadow. The sky was cloudy as usual. Herbert had been sorting through old papers, many of which he had no recollection of ever acquiring. He then heard a pounding on his office door. “One minute, Francine,” Herbert called, expecting his secretary to be patiently waiting on the other side of the door. The pounding continued, “For God’s sake, Francine!” Herbert rose from his chair and answered, startled to see not his secretary, but a pale, sunken-eyed man with a receding hairline pointing a revolver at his chest. Herbert quietly raised both of his hands in the air, “And how may I help you sir?” he asked softly.
“Sit,” said the gaunt man. As Herbert moved towards his seat, neither turning his back nor lowering his hands, the man closed the door. “Put your hands on the table,” the man demanded.” Herbert complied, not seeing his pride worth a mess of his own blood on the upholstery.
“What can I do for you, mister?”
“That’s a very good question, lad,” the man retorted with a coarse Dublin accent.
“A fellow Irishman, I see.” “You’re as Irish as Kugel!” the man spat. Herbert assumed that was supposed to be derogatory. “I never tried it,” Herbert replied, “not a big fan of raisins in my desserts.”
The man grinned at Herbert menacingly, “I like you a lot more than I expected to, Herbie. Do you remember much about your dad?”
Herbert sighed, hoping that if the man intended to kill him, he would do so faster. “I do not. He left when I was a child.” “He murdered a bunch of innocent people, shot two police, and died out in a rowboat.” “This is mostly alleged. There was not sufficient evidence, and his body was never found.” “No, I am pretty sure he did kill a bunch of people. Of course, before he did that, he kidnapped my mother and killed my dad.” “I beg your pardon?” “Your monstrous father forced himself on my mother and murdered my father!”
Herbert became infuriated by this delusional man, forgetting about the gun pointed at him, “My mother willingly married my father! The only person she was with before him was her own cousin, whom I was told never to speak of! Your father was a monster!”
The man raised his gun, aiming it at Herbert’s head. “Your father ruined my life, Herbert! He left me on a cursed island as a baby, killed my father, staged it as a suicide, and fucked my mother! That makes me your older brother, Herbert! My name is Gavin Dermody. Pleased to meet you! Now feckin’ die!” he shouted. Herbert closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as Gavin pulled the trigger; however, there was no bullet in the chamber. Upon realizing that he was still alive, Herbert opened his eyes again. “Gavin, I understand that you are in pain, but this is not my fault! This is just what happened.” “Just what happened… mother decided to whore herself with some gargoyle and spawns two impure monstrosities across the Atlantic Ocean! Perhaps it was the guilt then, which was why she killed herself!”
Herbert rose from his chair and slammed his fist on the table, “Fuck you, Gavin! My mother did not owe your father anything, and it certainly was not her fault you have a miserable and unfulfilling life!”
Gavin’s finger twitched on the trigger before redirecting his aim at the fish tank on the wall and firing through the glass. Herbert watched as an angelfish flopped helplessly on the carpet before seeing Gavin load another bullet into his gun. Herbert sighed as Gavin spun the cylinder. This man played Russian Roulette with a fish tank, yet it seemed that he deliberately chose to spare Herbert from the actual bullet. “Gavin, please! Just tell me what you want!”
Gavin stared at Herbert before aiming the gun at his own temple. “No!” Herbert shouted before Gavin pulled the trigger on an empty chamber. Herbert sighed with relief before Gavin glanced at the gun. “I think you’re right Herbert, this isn’t any of your fault,” before aiming the gun back at his own head and pulling the trigger twice. Upon the second attempt a loud blast was sounded and blood spattered across the office.
After Jakob’s resignation, proprietorship of Quailhogs Automobiles became solely Herbert’s (born April 11, Fortress Rock, New Hampshire). The younger brother continued to be the face of the company, enduring accusations of treason from the press since his brother was not around to answer for the events in New Mexico. Though once an amiable gentleman, Herbert grew increasingly stressed, trying to keep the reputation of the company and himself clean. In 1974, Herbert received news that his older brother, whom he had not seen for decades, was dying. Herbert travelled back to Fortress Rock, not so much to check up on Jakob’s well-being, but more so confront him for the mess he made. Jakob refused to stay in a hospital, and instead he was under the care of Dr. Stephen Reilly. Herbert did not like Dr. Reilly. The doctor was too friendly with Jakob’s family, and he spoke with an unconvincing, exaggerated Boston accent. Herbert stood by Jakob’s bed with his daughter, Claudia, in silence. Then Jakob suddenly spoke to Claudia, “it is good to see you dear, but could you please give your father and me a minute alone?” Herbert nodded her off, and once the doors closed, Jakob grabbed his brother’s tie and yanked him closer.
“Go ahead, ask your question.” “Did you have anything to do with_” “No.” “You didn’t wait for me to even_” “As far as you are concerned, I had nothing to do with what happened in Wraith. I had no more to do with it than the man who is currently cleaning the shit from my bedpan. The fact that you would even suggest that I would have anything to do with that disaster really shows how much of an ungrateful child you are. If it wasn’t for me allowing you to ride my coattails this whole time, you would end up killing yourself, useless and dead on a rock just like our piece of shit uncle. You are my bitch, Herbert! This company, those buildings, every dysfunctional vehicle to leave a Quailhogs factory… mine, not yours!”
Jakob, concealing his guilt with a shroud of lies and arrogance, ended on bad terms with Herbert. Jakob’s death was never made official, he had no funeral, and the only memorial to him was a statue in Fortress Rock that had been taken down due to vandalism.
(Grey) Meadow, Pennsylvania, 1974-1976
The last years of Herbert’s life there was little trace of the reasonable man he once was. He had grown miserable, cold, and foul-mouthed. Before Herbert could plunge the remnants of Quailhogs Automobiles into the ground, the enterprise was purchased by his brother’s 25 year old grandson, Jakob Walter Keilhaus.
Most of the Quailhogs facilities in Grey Meadow had been closed down and purchased by different parties, with exception to the main administration building, which remained abandoned for many years. Since its closing, the only person to make it into and out of the building unharmed was none other than Dr. Reilly, and he was carrying an unlabeled parcel. Others (who had come to loot the establishment) were electrocuted, in spite of the building receiving no power from any external source. The only other surviving trespasser claimed that he was blinded by a harsh green light and could hear the projected voice of an old man calling him a “cockfuck,” right before a wave of electricity fried him. The building had become evil and paranoid, an embodiment of Jakob.
Besides their father’s disappearance and their mother’s depression slowly regressing her to the state of an eggplant, Jakob Arthur and Herbert James Keilhaus had a relatively normal childhood. This was at least until news was conveyed to them that their mother and uncle were found dead on top of a boulder, brains splattered everywhere. Jakob and Herbert were left to “take care of themselves,” in their parents’ large mansion, with all of their money, and a maid to take care of them.
1895-1922
One night when Jakob was rummaging through his father’s old desk he found an entire drawer filled with crumpled up pieces of paper. Jakob flattened out one of the sheets, revealing a detailed drawing of what appeared to be a carriage attached to (what he assumed to be) a bomb. Though Jakob had little respect for his absent father, recognizing him as a murderous barbarian, he was fascinated with the man’s work. Jakob continued to study, modify, and test his father’s machines (automobiles), eventually becoming co-founder of Quailhogs Automobiles with his younger brother. The Keilhaus brothers established headquarters in the Township of Meadow, located on an island near Erie, Pennsylvania. Meadow was a quaint town, populated with working class immigrants, mostly from Germany and Ireland. Herbert eventually moved to the Meadow to start a family. Jakob had previously married a German lady named Margaretha and proceeded to live in his mansion in Fortress Rock, happily ignoring the wife and their two sons, Jakob Ralph and Jefford, to tend to his inventing. Like father like son.
Meadow, Pennsylvania, 1922-1945
Despite owning a mansion in Fortress Rock, Jakob II started living in his office in Meadow by the start of World War II. Though worried that his brother made an incompetent businessman, Jakob was far too busy inventing and monitoring all of the facilities to ensure that the workers remained loyal (financing and “other bureaucratic nonsense” was Herbert’s job). Jakob defined loyalty as “shutting the fuck up and doing your job,” which human resources translated to the “Silence Policy.” This new policy resulted in half of the employees’ termination. Herbert grew progressively more worried about his brother’s sanity, especially after the man mentioned something about replacing all of the workers with robots, and then actually proceeding to design the robots that would work for him. Jakob would also inexplicably disappear every few weeks, dismissing all of Herbert’s questions with either profanity or “this is America, I have money, and I needed a vacation from your sorry existence.”
One morning, while both Jakob and Herbert were in their offices, there was an announcement on the radio about a massive explosion in the City of Wraith, New Mexico. Herbert gasped, and then he heard the sound of glass shattering coming from his brother’s office. Jakob’s desk was outside and in pieces. That was his resignation.
