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The Casebook of Pierre Suzuki

Story 1

Hunter Files, 10172014
Excerpt from The Casebook of Pierre Suzuki (aka formerNOPD Homicide Detective Diogenes Bondurant)

GM notes:

It’s been well over 2 years for some of you and just over a year for others when the illusion shatter and you got your welcome to the real world. Up until that point you considered yourselves a detective, Wallet lifter, profession car driver, carpenter turn demolition’s expert, EMT, and a profession college student who hadn’t really started his life until his parents were killed by the FBI or something.

Everything changed the night/day… PCs shared their brief story of what shattered their introduction into the real world.

You all know there are basically two ways to deal with these type of problems when you are confronted with something so hideously impossible that they tend to curl up into the fetal position and die. On the other hand, all of you that have been destined to become hunters simple take care of business. Almost every one of you almost lost your life when you were introduce to the real world. The thing you were confronted with was killed (what every manor they shared) and you all didn’t. That makes you all the winner.

After the initial encounter you all sought others or confronted with new careers job offers in this new line of work. Apparently survivors like yourselves aren’t common, and as a result killing monsters is a real boost to your newly egos. You all have found yourselves protecting mankind from the unnatural forces that come crawling out from your darkest nightmares, and in return, you all get paid the bug bucks.

It wasn’t that long after that some of you joined up together as a small cell working for LSCS then a larger compact within for Network Zero you began hearing reports on attacks on various cities. The reports describe quick moving humans that paralyze their victims before they perform the dance of death on their souls. large dogs have been seen within their ranks. Reports coming from some state that they are the size of bears. They been seen tearing through the humans and leaving behind bloody balls of flesh.

Atlanta, was the first to see these attacks, then Columbia sc… Shortly after that DC was under siege followed by Jacksonville FL, and finally your city …. Philadelphia. It was obvious to all of you that these attacks were coordinated and meant for a purpose…. This all started which lead ultimately coming up against an seemingly unstoppable evil from the past. It took everything you all had to survive, but in the end, the Cursed One was defeated and you all literally saved the world.

Tax free income for next year, after all the government still needs their taxes paid, plus free medical for the rest of your lives.

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The biggest chupacabra in the pack was only four feet tall, but what they lacked in mass, they made up for in fierceness. Being unable to get to their dinner was making them even grumpier then usual. The peasant girl had been tinkering with the engine of her broken-down Chevy Vega station wagon when the first goat-sucker had come sniffing onto the jungle road.

Her screams at seeing the little demon-lizard-insect thing hop down the dirt lane like a demented miniature kangaroo had driven it into a frenzy, and she had barely managed to dive into the car ahead of its snapping jaws. Her continued cries from behind the locked doors of the old rust bucket had attracted the most of the pack, and now there were a dozen of the creatures banging on the car.

The creatures were scratching and clawing at the car’s windows and roof. The girl just kept on screaming. She had a remarkably good set of lungs for this kind of thing, which is why you all had picked her. Her cries urged the monsters on, and they all began to shriek as well, echoing across the dark jungle canopy for miles. The four -footer jumping up and down on the hood of the Vega was pissed. It had to be the pack’s alpha male, and it couldn’t figure out why the glass wasn’t breaking.

You all watch it carefully through the night-vision goggles. When you all hear Ainhoa whisper from inside the Vega over your headset “Guys, I think he suspects something.”

End GM notes:

So there I was…no shit.

Midnight on some backwards-ass medieval Mexican dirt road in the middle of the bush. Wolf-girl Anihoa, disguised as a Mexican peasant, was inside a busted up Chevy truck surrounded by an entire tribe of chupacabres (it was Mexico after all). The rest of us were in some ambush hide sites. And by ‘us’ I mean Michael, Seth, Sam and some chick with a sniper rifle named Morgan. The last was new to me and old to the others. From where? Whatever – they’ll probably say if it is important.

Anyway, the big one (the chup, about 4’ tall) had managed to pick up a rock. Now normally, chups don’t use tools, or so someone said. Between that and Anihoa’s anxiety to get out of the Chevy and chop something up, it looked like it was game-on. About time too, we’d been in these hide sites for days and in the heat wearing hunting gear? Whew! I’m not kidding, I could smell Sam’s stink from yards away. He’d helped himself to the local burritos. Disgusting.

It went down as you would expect. Seth shot a couple with his carbine. I shot a couple with the shotgun. Morgan sniped one with the rifle. Anihoa chopped some up with her machete thing, Michael shot one with his pistol, and Sam hacked one with his axe, or hammer or other crazy weapon. It was a slaughter. Good times.

But the chups were not the reason we were in Mexico. Apparently they were some kind of…cover? There was some ruins, or camp, or spaceship (the whole concept was still pretty vague to me) somewhere in the area and Management wanted us to silence the chups to get us in. But, we were getting paid per head, and who doesn’t need some beer money? So, Sam and I borrowed the slightly used Chevy and packed a big bag of chupacabra heads off to management whilst the rest went back to the luxury resort and showed off their pool bodies to the Spring Break college kids.

While driving to drop off the heads and while enjoying a cool Papst Blue Ribbon, I asked if Sam knew anything else about why we were here. He was as well informed as I.
Meanwhile, back at the luxury hotel…

{This is what they told me after…you can’t make this stuff up}

Everyone else went and got all nice and clean smelly-like (while I was sitting next to Stinky Sam!).

In his room, Michael was about to change into his speedo, when some dude came to the door. Seemed like a creepy guy so Michael stepped back and wouldn’t let him in. Dude launched the door off the hinges and out the window! Mike dodges, barely.

The guy comes into the room and turns the entryway into a thick shadow. Continues smack talking and wonders how Michael ever beat MacShadow (not like the rest of us had nothing to do with it – that omission alone earns this fool a one way ticket to Hurtsville, Alabama!). Creepozilla tells Michael he’s coming with him like it or not. He then grabs Mikey in a Vader choke-hold, so Michael uses his “super-power” (i.e. goes nuts). That seems to do it, and Creepy-man drops Mike who promptly runs away. Creepy-Man talks about how disappointed he is and how the ancients were communicating about Michael and how that is so rare, blah, blah, blah. Que evil mocking laughter…

GM Notes: Creepy-man speak during combat… “For somebody who’s supposed to be so extraordinarily important, you seem rather unimpressive.” …. “It’s useless, (he chuckles at Michael) I can’t believe you’re the one. This is pathetic. I was at least expecting a fight. Can you truly be the one who defeated Lord Mashadow?” … You must be important though. It took some time for the message to read me. I was shocked to receive something from the other side. You have no idea how rare it is for the elders to take the time to communicate with this world. Oh, my lord is going to be happy when I deliver you. I don’t know how you managed to get on his bad books, but you’re bloody well fucked.” … :ast thing said before he opened his mouth “I tried to be polite, and now you have to make me do this the hard way. I wated to deliver you to my lord with your mind in one piece, but noo, you have to be difficult…” “Fine then. We’ll just devour your brain and give my lord a vegetable.” Paused his neck puffed up. “Snack time, Michael…” That’s when his mouth opened wide, titlted his head back, and some thing came up his throat, black claws pushing past his lips, tiny red eyes blinking over a circular mouth filled with fishhook teeth, crawling, struggling upward, heading right for Michael’s face. That’s when Michael punched it in the face and broke the choke hold.

Michael races down the stairs and bumps into Ainoha. Michael is still pretty berserk, but even he has sense to stand down in the face of a machete wielding wolf-girl who hasn’t killed anyone in the last 15 minutes.

Back at the pool party…

The rest of the Scooby gang is hanging out by the pool with the college kids, looking all casual-like with AK47s stuck in the waistbands of their swimsuits. Fortunately the College kids are far more interested in beer, weed and the opposite sex than a bunch of oldsters trying to look cool while packing heavy ordinance.

About this time two big delivery-trucks back-up to the fence, pushing up against it, knocking the chain-link fence over. The boozing college kids could care less as the party continues.
Moments later, out two still very filthy hero’s pull up pockets stuffed with money for booze and less a bunch of chupacabra heads.

The back of the trucks open and a pungent rot that makes Sam and I smell as debutants wafts from the back of the two trucks as pale and rotting corpses (moving corpses) fall out of the back.

Now, I may be a product of the Louisiana Public Education system, but even I can guess that these are NOT the good guys coming with pizza. And since most zombies can’t drive, that makes the drivers henchmen, and on the hit list. Shotgun blast to driver one. Sam is on it, and a magnum blast does driver number two.

Looks like the real party has just begun.

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