Welcome to
Rick’s Room
Rick isn’t here right now. He’s currently “gone fishing,” but you probably knew that already based off the sign on his door. What you might not know is that he’s not fishing for fish, he’s fishing for Aliens, Bigfoot, Ghosts, Ghouls, and other denizens of the supernatural world. He’s our number one paranormal investigator simply because he is neither afraid of what he might find, nor what he might have to do to find it. All he cares about is the thrill of the chase. And of course the evidence. But, realistically that’s secondary for him. What’s interesting about Rick’s room is that it doesn’t really match him at all aesthetically. He’s a total cowboy, a Texas-bred concealed-carry carnivorous cattle-fart-rustler through and through. Unfortunately for him, we don’t kill cows for food anymore, so he’s been forced to find other work, and become a vegetarian. The only reason his room isn’t western themed—we believe—is that Rick is so thoroughly backwoods that he literally see it as a place to sleep and that’s it. It could have dirt floors for all he cares. In fact, word around the lobby is that Dillon and Rollins are planning on rearranging Rick’s room next time he’s away on an investigation. Supposedly they’re gonna turn it into a campsite with nothing but a campfire, a frying pan, and some tobacco tins and rolling papers. And a harmonica of course, for entertainment. They should be able to pull it off pretty easily. He’s gone most of the time, and it’s not like sneaking in here is difficult. I mean, look at you. You made it in here. You sneeky sneekerson.
If you’re interested in reading Rick’s Reports, sneak on over to the press section sometime.
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You might expect someone with the name Dangerfield to be the type of person who would find all the action; do all the stunts; or put himself in harms way just to feel alive. But, that's not always the case. Rick however, is one of the rare few who actually do live up to that expectation. He's not afraid of anything. He'll interrupt a conversation between two Italian mobsters if it means finding out where to go for the best meatball sub. He'll run into a burning building if only to jump out of a window and land in a dumpster. He'll sky-dive out of a real plane even though he has no guarantee of his parachute opening. It's this bravery—or stupidity depending on how you look at it—that makes him the perfect freelance investigative paranormal reporter. No matter where he goes, we always know he'll come back with a story—because the story follows him.
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