A Hard Rain

A Night At Hill Manor
"I don't know but I've been told, we're caught in a space-time fold..."

“The Hill Manor Hunters? Yeah, I know ‘em. Buy me a drink and maybe I’ll tell you a few things.

I’ve still never met a more unlikely group. An army vet, a biker, a hipster, a cable guy… I think that other guy worked for the government? Oh, and Ipip. Still not sure what her deal is.

From what I’ve gathered, they started their vigil in the summer of 2011. They were all tenants in the same building. Didn’t know each other that well, ’cept for playing together in the biweekly community poker games. Between us, I think they were more interested in mooching booze off their neighbors than actual community bonding.

Anyway, some sorta space… time… thing happened, I’m fuzzy on the details. Long story short, it was an angry ghost, possessin’ and trappin’ people. Lucky for them, the local wizard lived in the penthouse. Unlucky for them, he was dead. Lucky for them, he was sticking around. And he was a generous old bastard.

Left ‘em the building in exchange for takin’ care of the ghost. To hear Texx… He’s the biker dude. Real bad attitude. Anyway, to hear him tell it, he did it solo and pissed on his ashes. Whenever Ipip talks about it she tears up and glares at Crawford. Oh, they’re the chick in the cloak and the dork in the chainmail tie, respectively.

Oh, I left out the best part. The reason Ipip gets teary? Crawford shot her cat. Apparently it was possessed or something? Heh heh heh. Crawford gets half a PBR in ‘im, and he won’t stop making dead cat jokes. TO THIS DAY.

But yeah. Enough about them. Wanna hear about the time [DATA EXPUNGED] torched a bloodsucker with a tanning bed?"

-Lucky Williams, in an interview with [DATA EXPUNGED].


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