In Memory of
Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 4:39 pm
I recently returned from a hunting party in Mexico (courtesy of Debunker's ticket of course). I wish I had nothing but good news but alas; we lost a great comrade during our encounters. I realized that the truth deserves to be told out of respect for our lost comrade who gave his life in an unknown war and I noticed that there is no "In Memory of" section on this site.
Its time we changed that people, good men and women have died on the frontlines and this may very well be the only place the truth can be spoken freely. I'd like to be the first to post here about the loss of a valiant man and good friend, and for the protection of his family I will refer to him by his code name as "8 Ball"
"8 Ball" was normal Joe, he had no powers or gifts, no magic casting abilities, but he made up for it in bravery and a seething hatred for the supernatural (he claims as a boy he lost this older brother to a boogieman. He watched the monster take his brother away and everything, but no one believed his story, but they never found his brother either..)
Debunker had called an emergency assembly of a party, which included 8 ball, Pastor Greed, Mr. Louis Cifer and myself amongst others and a support crew (I think he tried to get Caliburn, but he was off on other duties at the time.) He flew us down to Mexico City to look into rumors of a necromancer in the area.
Making a long story short (my tequila tour stories aren’t really important) the rumors were indeed true, only it was several of them and a platoon of flesh bags as their minions. The good news is that we won and exterminated the entire lot of them. The bad news was that 8 Ball fought valiantly but was over whelmed by several flesh bags during our flush out of the caves they were hiding in and they literally tore him apart. The Necro's must have loved the irony, because they escaped with several flesh bags, and the remains of 8 Ball, only to piece him together into another flesh bag for confronting us later.
I write this in between tears now as I tell you how terrible it was to see him. One of the finest fighters and men I've ever known, and to see him as this chimera of body parts and organ mass, ironically the only distinguishable feature was his face. To see this thing stumble along coming to kill me, I swear to you I didn’t destroy him out of fear, I did so out of pity. I would be damned if I was gonna let these maniac's let 8 Ball's efforts in life be marred by their perverse use of his body for terror now.
I hit him harder than anything I've ever struck at in my life, it was quick and I pray it was painless to him. I then went into full huntress mode with the party and finished the rest of the necro's off. Everything was incinerated, including the body mass of 8 Ball. His family has no idea of the truth, they believe he was on a vacation in Mexico and died in a fire as we told it.
For all the tales they say that the supernatural knows no bounds in the realm of terror, I say they got nothing on us humans. The necro's knew what they were doing to me and they enjoyed it till the end. I wonder if in the eyes of the supernatural we are their superiors in terms of evil and cruelty. I’m sorry, I’m digressing.
8 Ball was a defender and a protector of families; his loss was a great one to our frontlines and our hearts.
May he rest in peace.
Its time we changed that people, good men and women have died on the frontlines and this may very well be the only place the truth can be spoken freely. I'd like to be the first to post here about the loss of a valiant man and good friend, and for the protection of his family I will refer to him by his code name as "8 Ball"
"8 Ball" was normal Joe, he had no powers or gifts, no magic casting abilities, but he made up for it in bravery and a seething hatred for the supernatural (he claims as a boy he lost this older brother to a boogieman. He watched the monster take his brother away and everything, but no one believed his story, but they never found his brother either..)
Debunker had called an emergency assembly of a party, which included 8 ball, Pastor Greed, Mr. Louis Cifer and myself amongst others and a support crew (I think he tried to get Caliburn, but he was off on other duties at the time.) He flew us down to Mexico City to look into rumors of a necromancer in the area.
Making a long story short (my tequila tour stories aren’t really important) the rumors were indeed true, only it was several of them and a platoon of flesh bags as their minions. The good news is that we won and exterminated the entire lot of them. The bad news was that 8 Ball fought valiantly but was over whelmed by several flesh bags during our flush out of the caves they were hiding in and they literally tore him apart. The Necro's must have loved the irony, because they escaped with several flesh bags, and the remains of 8 Ball, only to piece him together into another flesh bag for confronting us later.
I write this in between tears now as I tell you how terrible it was to see him. One of the finest fighters and men I've ever known, and to see him as this chimera of body parts and organ mass, ironically the only distinguishable feature was his face. To see this thing stumble along coming to kill me, I swear to you I didn’t destroy him out of fear, I did so out of pity. I would be damned if I was gonna let these maniac's let 8 Ball's efforts in life be marred by their perverse use of his body for terror now.
I hit him harder than anything I've ever struck at in my life, it was quick and I pray it was painless to him. I then went into full huntress mode with the party and finished the rest of the necro's off. Everything was incinerated, including the body mass of 8 Ball. His family has no idea of the truth, they believe he was on a vacation in Mexico and died in a fire as we told it.
For all the tales they say that the supernatural knows no bounds in the realm of terror, I say they got nothing on us humans. The necro's knew what they were doing to me and they enjoyed it till the end. I wonder if in the eyes of the supernatural we are their superiors in terms of evil and cruelty. I’m sorry, I’m digressing.
8 Ball was a defender and a protector of families; his loss was a great one to our frontlines and our hearts.
May he rest in peace.
