Hunter: The Reckoning

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Venue Name Hunter: The Reckoning
Area South Eastern Magid
Organization Independant
Head Story Teller Spark
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Hunter the Reckoning

Hunter is a gritty story of underdogs given the power to take back the world from monsters who have plagued it since the earliest recorded history. Hidden in plain sight these monsters have feasted upon humanity like so many parasites and pushed human history to their liking. But you as a Hunter against impossible odds and unmatched enemies have a chance to push the tide back if you can survive and unite with your fellow Hunters. Hunter is not a game of great influence or overwhelming power. It is one of the underdog, madness, fear and conviction. You are just like every other human being out there struggling to make ends meet, raising a family, dealing with the stress of day to day live. But unlike the ignorant people all around you know the truth..monsters exist and something inside and often times outside of you tells you that it is your duty to face them. How you do this is up to you and your success is but a drop in a greater pool. But great changes have come from the smallest beginnings.

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Subject: Beacon Falls

To: hunter.list@hunter-net.org

From: AtlasBurns2


“One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we've been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we've been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.” ? Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

There amidst the farms of ol, blessed by church lay the town of Falls, Upon the horizon the sea of corruption came. Lapping at the wheat, the hay did each tide come each Spring, It's foaming fetid mass pulsing with decay, Until the day the blessed looked out and surrounded were they, And Beacon was trapped, pooled and held, A lover true to stagnate and fall ...

My grandfather talks still of eating peaches from the orchard that stood on the corner of Guiseppe and Franks streets, where now a McRib stands, of slipping beneath the fence, stuffing his pockets and hat full of fruit and then running the two mile back to town with the fear of the devil driving him home. Now, in Walingford he would be more likely to have sales men or Latter Day Saints upon the corners and oh lord, let me tell you - the choir - the fruit? It is rotten.

Magid, Atlas Heights, Cabrini Green places you and I know all too well, places where we chose to forget about. Would you turn your eyes from it? Choose to stay inside by the fire, nice and walm? Or would you close your eyes, be a fucken pylon again and remember that once amongst all this filth there was something special?

Even Beacon Falls is starting to face these issues, we have stopped them three times in the last year. The Mart proposal, subdivision interests to have city council lines of New Haven move to include our town. The last of the three did not reach the newspapers.

The city is a cancer and those who live within it are it's carriers.

Oh yes - the peaches are rotten. And riddled with worms.


Subject: Re: Beacon Falls

To: hunter.list@hunter-net.org

From: ItL1v3s32


“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly, 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there.”

“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair -can ne'er come down again.”

Kettle, meet black. AtlasBurns, or should I say councilman? Or did you lose that position? I never did hear! Hah!

Should I quote your own post? "Once you give a charlatan power over you ..." Oh what was the rest?

OH YES!

Fucken wake up you beaurocrat. The writings on the wall man. Why do you think Beacon Falls is so sweet, so pure - oh and have you seen how every second shop has a for lease sign on it of late?

How about I give you a list?

1) Cafes - there's something in the water. 2) Street names. If you convert every street name's letters to numbers and add the result up, the number is 666. I shit you not. 3) Cleanliness.

No, I'm serious. Number fucken three man! They want us to all have our sweet little oasis in the desert to come back to because wouldn't that be a beautiful illusion? That we have something worth fighting for?!

Will you walk into my parlour?


Subject: Re: Re: Beacon Falls

To: hunter.list@hunter-net.org

From: pandalover41


Seriously, get help. Every time you post this I wait for you to start about how we should be bottling all our rain water. The Mayan's were wrong - lay off for once!

We have far larger problems to deal with right now - at least this gives us hope.


Whether the Messagers, the gods, aliens or just tricksters from on high have plans or not, hunter sign is directing even those from outside the city into the south and east of Magid. There midst the fading white picket fences of Walingford, the slums of Cabrini Green, the scarred industrial landscape of Atlas Heights or for the fortune few who have a tenuous hold upon their wealth - Harrington. Those who have found themselves playing the Most Dangerous Game are to be found here.

Some would claim that there is a purpose behind it, Beacon Falls being thrown about as some kind of sanctity and cause to fight, to hunt. Others laugh or spit in their faces and say that one small set of shops and streets are just as bad as the rest and while it might be apparently free - the rest is not.

When even your backyard can have a rot leaping your fence as it flees the police, crossing between you and your children, how far do your eyes have to rise before you see what you have to do?


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