You and Moreau have never had any dealings with each other before, so you’re kind of curious to as why he wanted to see you. You approach Moreau and he’s tripping over himself to thank you for seeing him. You’re a little suspicious of this treatment, especially since you’ve never been welcomed by anyone before.

“Wolf, its Wolf right? Or do you prefer Mr. Wolf?”
“Wolf is fine…will you tell me why the hell you want to see me so badly for? We’ve never had anything to do with each other before.”
“Yes. Quite correct. My Vision didn’t lead me to interact socially that much. Maybe I shouldn’t have concentrated so much on my Vision though. Maybe I should’ve been more flexible. If I had, I might not have the problems I have now.”
“Okay, so will you quit with the fucking mystery already and tell me what’s going on?”
“As you know I transformed my island into a utopia where no being harms another.”
“Pfft, some Utopia. I call it fucking with nature.”
“And you know what? I agree with you. At one time, I would’ve dismissed you as a vicious animal that only pleased his primal instincts.”
“You say it as if it’s a bad thing.” You utter.
“I once thought so…but now I’m starting to see reality for the first time. My Utopia wasn’t followed by the world…it was hated. It was despised. Most are jealous of what I’ve done and want to destroy it.”
“Duh, that’s humanity for you. So are you getting to the point anytime soon?”
“My Utopia is about to be destroyed, but NOT directly. No human nation wants to look like the bad guys so you know what they’ve done instead? They’re letting Martians do it for them!”
“What? Martians aren’t even allowed on this planet after all the unsuccessful attacks they’ve attempted on it.” You exclaim.
“See that’s just it. In exchange of a new Martian-Earthling Peace accord they’re letting the Martians put a colony here provided they don’t kill any humans. The Martians agreed and MY Island was scheduled for designation for the colony! If we stay they’ll be allowed to kill everyone since nobody on there is human except me.”
“Well that certainly does suck, but why not just move?”
“WHAT!? That’s our home! Would YOU move from your own home?”
“Eh…I suppose I can see your point. So what am I supposed to do though?”

Moreau takes another drink and looks at you with dead seriousness.

“I need you to get them all to FIGHT! I need you to get them all in touch with their animal instincts again! I know you’re more than just a werewolf. You’re the self-proclaimed Alpha. I need that viciousness, I need that aggressiveness, I need it ingrained into my people. I can’t do it. I’m not qualified, and I’d only make things worse. I can pay you all the money you want; our economy has always been good. If you like you could even live on the island and spend your remaining years there with nothing to worry about. You could mate with whoever you wanted, we could import whatever meat you wanted, or if you preferred…we could even make special arrangements just for you, to hunt living creatures. Anything…just please help us.”

This is pretty heavy shit. Moreau must be very desperate to come begging to a practical stranger. There’s no way he’s lying about this, you have heard some stuff lately about Martian-Human relations, though you don’t really pay attention to the news a lot. You can’t say Moreau’s offer isn’t appealing on some level, but as much of a badass you are, you’re not in your prime anymore. Taking on a shit load of Martians and training a bunch of genetic freaks of nature could be just a little out of your scope.
> You go back home
You’re not about to go traipsing across the world to save a bunch of hippy freaks from some dumb ass Martians.

“I don’t think so Moreau, see ya around.” You say and get up to leave the bar, before anyone else asks you for any favors. You don’t get two feet outside of the place and suddenly you’re assaulted by a terrible smell. The stench is not unlike that of hot garbage during a heat wave. You turn around holding your nose and see Andre with his big ol’ stupid grotesque fly head.

“Hey Wolf... Can you spare me some money?” he asks
“Fuck Andre! Stand the hell away from me! What the hell? Did you roll around in a septic tank?”
“Uh no, I just ate some fresh turds back in the alleyway…”
“I don’t even know why I asked you that, I already knew the answer. Ugh.” you say continuing to hold your nose.
“They tasted pretty good to me. Hey, but I could use some of that sweet sugar. You got any spare change so I can get me a box of the stuff?”
“Fuck no! I barely have enough money for me! Phew! Just get the fuck away!”
“Aw come on, help a brother out.”
“Broth… what the…look nevermind, I ain’t got time for this shit Andre, if you want sugar so bad just go into a fast food place and stock up on those little free packets!”
“I can’t! A lot of those places use that artificial sugar now! Don’t those idiotic humans know that stuff can cause cancer?! Besides whenever they see me coming they start spraying raid on me and hitting me in the head with swatters. I’ve even attempted to sneak in quietly, but they always seem to sense I’m coming, I can never understand how they do that.”
“Gee, I can’t imagine how they’d be able to do it, Andre.” You say still holding your nose futility trying to block out Andre’s odor.
“I just wish I could get with Janice, she’s got ALL the sugar! (Buzz) But she won’t have anything to do with me; She thinks I’m just low class trash.”
“Well if you’re eating shit, I’d say she’s pretty much right.”
“It’s not just her sugar I’m after though, I think she’s beautiful! She has such heavenly wings, and a nice abdomen! Yep she really kept herself in good condition after all these years. (Buzz)”
“Yeah that’s real nice Andre, tell someone who cares.”

You start to leave and then Andre has the nerve to grab you by the arm.

“Wolf, please you gotta help me out! I can’t live like this anymore, I thought I could being part fly and all, but it’s getting too bad! I’m nearly killed everywhere I go and I’m getting too old to defend myself adequately! Humans hate the sight of me and I disgust them! I need to a home! Janice has a home! You gotta help me convince her that we should be together! Look, you know she’s rich too! You said you were in need of money too right? Maybe if we’re successful, something can be worked out.”
> You kick Andre's ass
You have absolutely no patience for this and you begin beating the hell out of Andre, starting by slashing him across his many eyes. Andre surprises you though by fighting back. Due to his diet he’s not exactly the best fighter, but he’s a lot stronger that you thought. You land a few bites on him which immediately cause you to puke since he tastes like a bleeding leper with gangrene. Andre counters with some puke of his own, unfortunately for you, his is acidic. Your arm is horribly burned to the bone.

After howling in pain you summon up a reservoir of strength and put your fist through Andre’s chest and proceed to dig around deeply, pulling out all the nasty black stuff inside. Andre twitches and spasms for a good ten minutes before he dies. You stagger back home to nurse your wounds.

Against any other opponent you probably would’ve just felt the pain for a couple of days, and regenerated back to your old self, but Andre WAS a fly and as such he was carrying multiple diseases both known and unknown. And during your fight he was spitting and bleeding all over you not to mention you bit him a few times. As a result you’ve been infected by some pretty nasty ones.

Over the course of a few days you begin to get very sick and lethargic, if you were younger, your immune system might’ve been stronger to fight it off, but you don’t have that advantage anymore. You feel deathly ill and your fur is falling out, you refuse to die like this.

You drag yourself back into town and weakly attack the nearest human you can find. After the cops are called you attempt to attack them as well, but they shoot you full of silver before you can even get near them.


You’re not about to go traipsing across the world to save a bunch of hippy freaks from some dumb ass Martians.

“I don’t think so Moreau, see ya around.” You say and get up to leave the bar, before anyone else asks you for any favors. You don’t get two feet outside of the place and suddenly you’re assaulted by a terrible smell. The stench is not unlike that of hot garbage during a heat wave. You turn around holding your nose and see Andre with his big ol’ stupid grotesque fly head.

“Hey Wolf... Can you spare me some money?” he asks
“Fuck Andre! Stand the hell away from me! What the hell? Did you roll around in a septic tank?”
“Uh no, I just ate some fresh turds back in the alleyway…”
“I don’t even know why I asked you that, I already knew the answer. Ugh.” you say continuing to hold your nose.
“They tasted pretty good to me. Hey, but I could use some of that sweet sugar. You got any spare change so I can get me a box of the stuff?”
“Fuck no! I barely have enough money for me! Phew! Just get the fuck away!”
“Aw come on, help a brother out.”
“Broth… what the…look nevermind, I ain’t got time for this shit Andre, if you want sugar so bad just go into a fast food place and stock up on those little free packets!”
“I can’t! A lot of those places use that artificial sugar now! Don’t those idiotic humans know that stuff can cause cancer?! Besides whenever they see me coming they start spraying raid on me and hitting me in the head with swatters. I’ve even attempted to sneak in quietly, but they always seem to sense I’m coming, I can never understand how they do that.”
“Gee, I can’t imagine how they’d be able to do it, Andre.” You say still holding your nose futility trying to block out Andre’s odor.
“I just wish I could get with Janice, she’s got ALL the sugar! (Buzz) But she won’t have anything to do with me; She thinks I’m just low class trash.”
“Well if you’re eating shit, I’d say she’s pretty much right.”
“It’s not just her sugar I’m after though, I think she’s beautiful! She has such heavenly wings, and a nice abdomen! Yep she really kept herself in good condition after all these years. (Buzz)”
“Yeah that’s real nice Andre, tell someone who cares.”

You start to leave and then Andre has the nerve to grab you by the arm.

“Wolf, please you gotta help me out! I can’t live like this anymore, I thought I could being part fly and all, but it’s getting too bad! I’m nearly killed everywhere I go and I’m getting too old to defend myself adequately! Humans hate the sight of me and I disgust them! I need to a home! Janice has a home! You gotta help me convince her that we should be together! Look, you know she’s rich too! You said you were in need of money too right? Maybe if we’re successful, something can be worked out.”
> You help Andre
Maybe you’re getting a little soft in your old age, but you can somewhat sympathize with Andre, he’s in an even worse situation than you. He’s been stricken by bad luck more than you have. Helping him could be financially beneficial, plus if Andre had a home, he wouldn’t be constantly bothering you for money every time you walked into town.

“Alright Andre I’ll help, just stand back and get your fucking disease ridden hands off of me! And don’t touch me again!”
“Okay, I can do that. Thanks Wolf! I swear I won’t forget this!”
“Yeah, yeah, now what do you want me to do?”
“I need you to deliver this letter to her; it’s a poem about how I feel about her and how I’ve always felt about her. I know if she just read this she’d give me a chance!”

You take the crumpled letter which reeks of Andre’s overall foulness, but you still have more questions.

“Andre I know you’ve always wanted to do some buggery on Janice, but I hardly see how this is going to change how she feels and why the hell can’t you do this?”
“Because every time I even try to get NEAR her mansion she has her guards chase me off! Its like when I try to sneak in anywhere people can somehow sense I’m coming!”
“Andre, did it ever occur to you to that your fucking ODOR is the reason?”
“Odor? What odor?” Andre asks like it’s the first time anyone’s ever suggested that to him that before. “Look I know in my heart that if she read my words, she’d fall for me, just like I know you’ll be able to get in and give her that letter!”
“This is starting to sound like a lot of effort for possibly no reward…”
“Arrrgh! Look when you get in there, you could always just rip something valuable off! Just please, you gotta give her that letter!”

You look at the love letter (which has remarkable penmanship) and shake your head. Looks like you’re on a bug hunt.

“Alright Andre you’re lucky her mansion isn’t far and I’m not busy right now. I just turned down an offer to live on an island paradise for the rest of my life in exchange for getting rid some Martians.”
“What, you mean Moreau’s offer? He offered me a similar deal, but then quickly retracted it for some reason. But Wolf I know you wouldn’t have wanted to help some hippy freaks you don’t even know! But this is different! In this case you’re helping out an old friend gain true love!”
“Okay listen up, I’m not, nor will I ever be your friend. I’m doing this for my own reasons. When I return, meet me back here at this bar.”

You turn and eagerly leave Andre to go back to your cabin. You don’t normally like to wash, but in this case you definitely feel the need to! After thoroughly scrubbing down, you take your Harley and drive over to Janice’s mansion which is just a couple of counties away. It doesn’t take you long to get there.

You haven’t really seen this place except once a long time ago and it looked like a regular mansion, now the place looks like a concentration compound; there is a big metal gate and barbed wire lined walls surrounding the mansion. The mansion itself looks like some half weird insect hive, half man made structure. As soon as you park near the gate you’re approached by some figures marching in unison like soldiers. They’re like big ants or at least they look like THEM. Something weird is going on.

“You! Inferior hairy mammal! What business do you have here at the Hive?!” one of the ant guards asks clicking his mandibles angrily.
“I’m supposed to deliver a letter to Janice.”
“Watch you tongue, dog! You mean the Supreme Hive Queen! And she does not see inferiors such as you! Be gone, you impotent mangy mutt!”

Well you’re used to people not liking you, but hearing it from a giant bug is still pretty insulting.
> You argue with the guards
Outnumbered or not, you’re not about to let some overgrown insect mouth off to you like that!

“Impotent?! Fuck off, you fucking transantsexual! Everyone knows that all of you drones are fucking females that don’t get to mate! That explains why you’re all hostile all the time. I’d be hostile too if I wasn’t getting any, unless you’re all dyking it out and using those mandible on each others abdomens! Now let me in, I’m suppose to give this letter to Janice!”
“Insolent dog! First of all drones are fucking MALE dipshit! Use the correct terminology at least! And second, you’re not getting in here! You’re a lowly mammal! You will leave now or become melted down for food!”
“I’m not leaving until I give this letter to Janice!”

You half expect THEM to open up the gates and attack you, but surprisingly one of THEM steps forward and addressed you in a more civilized manner.

“Look, what’s so important in the goddamn letter that it has to be taken to her Majesty?”
“Its some love nonsense from Andre…”

As soon as you mention Andre, all of THEM begin clicking their mandibles.

“Andre? That fly fucker who’s been stalking the Queen for years?”
“Yeah, apparently he’s been trying give this letter to her; he says you guys chase him off, so he’s got me to do it. He says she’ll instantly fall in love with him after she reads it, I think he’s wasting his time, but there’s no point in telling him that.”
“So do you think he’ll stop stalking her, if this letter was finally delivered, regardless of the outcome?”
“I dunno, maybe.” You say.
“Alright, give me the letter I’ll take it to her, we’re sick of that smell every time he comes around here anyway.”
> You give the guard the letter
You hand the guard the letter through the gate, who goes scuttling off to the mansion. The previous ant guard you were arguing with keeps watch on you, while the others go about their normal marching drills.

Soon the other guard returns.

“The Queen says while she’s flattered by such words, she has no interest in Andre and never has. She also says she hopes that this will finally put an end to his obsessive stalking. Goodbye mammal, you have no further business here.”

Well that was certainly abrupt. You get back on your bike and return home. You can’t help but think the guard probably just ripped up the letter, but there’s not much you can do about it now. You tell Andre what happened, and he seems crushed, but you don’t really give a damn, since you basically wasted your time and didn’t get anything out of this. You tell Andre to never bother you again or you’ll shove a bug zapper up his ass.

You return home pissed off and give Erik another call. You end up having to take a job as a special guest at a comic convention where you have to endure the inane rambling of hundreds of nerdy humans, which results in you being arrested after you maul a couple of them due to your short tolerance level.


Outnumbered or not, you’re not about to let some overgrown insect mouth off to you like that!

“Impotent?! Fuck off, you fucking transantsexual! Everyone knows that all of you drones are fucking females that don’t get to mate! That explains why you’re all hostile all the time. I’d be hostile too if I wasn’t getting any, unless you’re all dyking it out and using those mandible on each others abdomens! Now let me in, I’m suppose to give this letter to Janice!”
“Insolent dog! First of all drones are fucking MALE dipshit! Use the correct terminology at least! And second, you’re not getting in here! You’re a lowly mammal! You will leave now or become melted down for food!”
“I’m not leaving until I give this letter to Janice!”

You half expect THEM to open up the gates and attack you, but surprisingly one of THEM steps forward and addressed you in a more civilized manner.

“Look, what’s so important in the goddamn letter that it has to be taken to her Majesty?”
“Its some love nonsense from Andre…”

As soon as you mention Andre, all of THEM begin clicking their mandibles.

“Andre? That fly fucker who’s been stalking the Queen for years?”
“Yeah, apparently he’s been trying give this letter to her; he says you guys chase him off, so he’s got me to do it. He says she’ll instantly fall in love with him after she reads it, I think he’s wasting his time, but there’s no point in telling him that.”
“So do you think he’ll stop stalking her, if this letter was finally delivered, regardless of the outcome?”
“I dunno, maybe.” You say.
“Alright, give me the letter I’ll take it to her, we’re sick of that smell every time he comes around here anyway.”
> You insist that you take it to her in person
“I don’t think so; I want to make sure this gets to her, so you can just let me in.”
“Well then you can shove that letter up your ass and pull it back out and give it to Andre to eat, because you ain’t getting in here mutt. We’ll not let your inferior kind pollute the Hive. Leave, you’re not wanted here.”

It’s obvious that they don’t know anything about you, because they’d know that anyone telling you that you’re not wanted somewhere is the surest way of causing you to get in on purpose out of sheer spite.

“Well I guess I’ll just…” you stop talking and grab the guard’s big ant head through the bars of the gate and smash it towards you causing green stuff to leak out. You then retreat back to you bike when the rest open up the gate to punish you. The fools now have the gate open! While they attempt to catch you, you maneuver your bike around THEM to avoid their attacks and drive towards the mansion.

A general alarm is raised and soon there are ants all over the estate attempting to catch you. You’d never be able to fight them all. As you get closer to the mansion you notice its several entrances. You can either drive your bike into one of these hive tunnels or just drive your bike through one of the low mansion windows.
> You drive through a window
You’re not about to get yourself lost in some insect tunnels, besides knowing that stuck up wasp bitch, she’d still live in her mansion area. You drive up on a raised part of the ground and jump your bike through one of the first floor windows. The glass breaks and several house ants get out of your way except one who you land on and crush. You fly off your bike “Shit!” you exclaim as you slam into the wall.

You quickly recover and find yourself surrounded by more ant people. These ants aren’t as big as the ones outside, but that hardly matters. They seem a little more shocked than anything though.

“Eeek! There’s a filthy mammal in the Hive! Protect the queen! Protect the queen! Where are the soldiers?!” one yells and then they all let off an ear piecing sound

Speaking of the soldiers, they’re heading towards the broken window you just crashed through, you need to get to Janice NOW. You punch your way through the house ants. In the ensuing scuffle you rip off a couple of antennas, this seems to have a desired incapacitating effect on THEM and they begin twitching on the floor.

“Oh yeah, I forgot that they need those things.” You say as you run up an ornate staircase with a fistful of antennas in your hand.

You go through fancy room through fancy room (Mostly filled with expensive items, lots of sugar and some strange looking symbols) looking for Janice, until you finally reach a large bedroom with several mirrors. A bipedal insect creature stares into one of the mirrors brushing her hair. She turns around and a low angry buzz is sounded when she sees you. She flaps her wings and flies towards you.

“AN INFERIOR MAMMAL IN MY HIVE? YOUR KIND WILL SOON BE ERADICATED FROM THE EARTH! INSECTS SHALL RULE ONCE AGAIN! THE TRUE MASTER RACE!” she shouts.

You’re not exactly surprised that she doesn’t want to see you.
> You attack her
You don’t exactly know what’s going on here with the insectfest, but given Janice’s outburst it’s apparent she’s been planning something and whatever it is; you don’t feel like putting up with it later. Better to kill her now, than wake up one day and finding your cabin in the middle of another giant insect and human war. Besides you can kill her, rob the place, and make your escape, so this trip won’t be a total loss.

Plus there’s the fact you need to prove to this bitch that you don’t care how big they are, all of them are still a bunch of lowly fucking bugs.

Janice attempts to sting you, but you dodge and grab one of her mirrors. Your next move is throwing it in an attempt to decapitate her, she flies out of the way, but happily it hits a soldier ant in the head who was attempting to come in the doorway.

“Filthy mammal! How dare you come here to try to kill me, don’t you know that you’re…”

While she’s giving another speech, you grab her leg and slam her to the floor. Then you proceed to stomp on her back, crushing her wings. While she attempts to crawl away, you grab her stinger and pull it out; this is followed by a dying shriek as you’ve ripped the poison sack out which was attached to the rest of her insides. Your claws are covered with bug guts.

A few more Ant soldiers come inside, but you use the stinger as a weapon and stab THEM in the chest with it squeezing the sac filling their bodies with deadly poison. They die convulsing horribly on the floor.

Before more can arrive you look through some of her drawers and find some money lying around, you take that and the diamond rings on her fingers. Before escaping out the window, you throw Andre’s letter at her corpse.

“I believe I was supposed to deliver this to you.”

Your escape is fortunately uneventful, but you lost your bike, so you have to walk home which sucks. Eventually you get back to your town where you stop at the bar to have a drink. You’re about to enjoy your drink, when that revolting odor hits you again.

“Wolf! You’re back, so what happened? Did she like my letter?”
“Eh, let’s just say she didn’t have any reaction to it…Andre I don’t think she’ll ever be interested.”
Andre looks a bit saddened by the news.
“Oh. I guess you were right.”
“Here, here’s a c-note, knock yourself out on sugar.” You say giving him a hundred dollars.
“Well thanks Wolf, see ya around.” Andre says cheering up almost immediately and running out of the bar.

The bartender speaks up about your uncharacteristic charity.

“Wow, Wolf that was out of character for you.”
“Yeah well keep the drinks coming, I’ll get back into character soon enough.”


You’re not about to get yourself lost in some insect tunnels, besides knowing that stuck up wasp bitch, she’d still live in her mansion area. You drive up on a raised part of the ground and jump your bike through one of the first floor windows. The glass breaks and several house ants get out of your way except one who you land on and crush. You fly off your bike “Shit!” you exclaim as you slam into the wall.

You quickly recover and find yourself surrounded by more ant people. These ants aren’t as big as the ones outside, but that hardly matters. They seem a little more shocked than anything though.

“Eeek! There’s a filthy mammal in the Hive! Protect the queen! Protect the queen! Where are the soldiers?!” one yells and then they all let off an ear piecing sound

Speaking of the soldiers, they’re heading towards the broken window you just crashed through, you need to get to Janice NOW. You punch your way through the house ants. In the ensuing scuffle you rip off a couple of antennas, this seems to have a desired incapacitating effect on THEM and they begin twitching on the floor.

“Oh yeah, I forgot that they need those things.” You say as you run up an ornate staircase with a fistful of antennas in your hand.

You go through fancy room through fancy room (Mostly filled with expensive items, lots of sugar and some strange looking symbols) looking for Janice, until you finally reach a large bedroom with several mirrors. A bipedal insect creature stares into one of the mirrors brushing her hair. She turns around and a low angry buzz is sounded when she sees you. She flaps her wings and flies towards you.

“AN INFERIOR MAMMAL IN MY HIVE? YOUR KIND WILL SOON BE ERADICATED FROM THE EARTH! INSECTS SHALL RULE ONCE AGAIN! THE TRUE MASTER RACE!” she shouts.

You’re not exactly surprised that she doesn’t want to see you.
> You give her the note
“Here, I’m supposed to deliver this letter to you.” You say and hold it out to her.
“What?! You break into MY Hive, kill my guards and face your imminent destruction all to give me a letter?!”
“First of all, I’m not facing any kind of destruction, and Andre said it was important.”
“Andre?! You were sent here by Andre?! That lowly fly? What the hell is he paying you with?”
“Nothing actually, I was planning on getting something out of you, though in retrospect, it probably was a stupid idea given your personality…I can tell by your rhetoric of insects being the master race, it hasn’t changed. Just a WASP in another form eh Janice?”

Several Ant guards enter the room, but Janice tells them to halt.

“Hold on, I’m slightly amused by Wolf here. Yes, I remember you. Getting drunk, picking fights with everyone, sleeping with every woman that could stomach you; typical behavior of the lower class. Just proves that I’m right, we insectoids aren’t controlled by our impulses; we’re orderly and superior. Anyway, be that as that may, I might as well read the note…ugh, I’ll have to remember to wash my hands after touching this.”

Janice takes the letter and reads it. She then begins to laugh.

“Does this fool actually believe he EVER had a chance with me?! Oh that IS amusing, in fact I’m in a good mood, guards you can escort Mr. Wolf out alive. This lap dog can run to tell his master Andre that I’ll never ever be interested in such a common creature as him.”

There’s no way you’re going to just leave without retorting to her insult.
> You antagonize her guards
Just as the Ant guards are about to take you away, you speak up.

“Yeah, that’s right take me back to my master. We all got masters right? Just like you Ants have yours. Tell me how’s it feel serving some demanding bitch.”
“She is our queen, mammal, she has every right to demand from us.” The guard says unemotionally.
“See? Order! Everyone knows their place! Purity!” Janice adds.
“Some purity! You’re not even an Ant! Hey, you Ants even think of that?! She’s not even one of your kind, and you serve her?”
“She understands our plight. She is an insect, like us. Our own Queen was destroyed a long time ago, we were directionless when she died, we were assimilated and exploited by you mammals soon after. The Wasp Queen has made arrangements so that shall never be ever again!”
“Hey that was the humans, not me.”
“Doesn’t matter! All you mammals are alike!” the guard snaps.
“Guard stop arguing with this fool! He’ll never understand! Wolf I suggest you stop barking, or I shall change my mind of letting you go!” Janice says, she sounds a bit nervous about your line of questioning though.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, all mammals are alike, I mean look at Janice, she’s acting just like the rest of us. Ordering you around, living on your hard work.”
“Shut up Wolf! Guard, I changed my mind! Kill this furball!”
“When I said Janice wasn’t your kind, I didn’t mean the fact that she was a Wasp, I meant the fact that she NOT an insect! I mean look at her, she wasn’t born that way! YOU were born an ANT! She became a half Wasp freak due to a failed human experiment!”
“Well we know that, but still…”
“Still nothing! She’s just using you for whatever twisted purpose she has and to make life easy for herself, just like she did when she was human! Think about it, who does all the work around here? It looks like you Ants! She only has you around because no human wants to work for her! AND even if she WAS all for making things better for insect people why is she so against Andre? Shouldn’t HE be allowed in too? I mean sure he’s a half freak, but so is Janice! Sounds like a double standard to me!”
“The mammal has a point…you really aren’t one of us, in any sense of the word. A Queen is supposed to breed to keep the colony alive, in all these years, you haven’t even made that attempt, you’ve just been telling us what to do with promises of a so called glorious future for our kind.”
“Um, I haven’t found the right guy…erm…Well what the hell do you want me to do mate with a pathetic mammal? All you Ants are female, and it’s not like there’s exactly any Male insects around!” Janice says trying in vain to find excuses.
“There’s Andre.” You remind everyone.
“Yes, there’s Andre. Granted he might be part human, but then as Wolf pointed out, so are you. We would look past that though since the children of such a pairing could be indoctrinated to…”

“Silence! I will not fuck Andre! Andre is unfit!! He’s a disgusting insect, who belongs in the trash! Now you Ants know your fucking place and kill this asshole! Your place is to serve your superiors!” Janice says in anger.

That statement didn’t go over to well. The Ant guards begin to look at Janice and click their mandibles. They then advance on her.

“What’re you doing?! Stop! I command you! OBEY!”

Janice’s orders go unheard, she attempts to escape out the window, but one of the guards grabs her legs before she can take flight. She stings one of them, but is ultimately ripped apart. There’s bug guts and blood all over the place. The Ant guard you were speaking to earlier addresses you.

“You can take whatever you like from this mansion; it was never our style, just more of Janice’s human vanity at work. We prefer the tunnels we’ve built Thank you for opening our eyes to reality. (Sigh) We wish it hadn’t been true though, now we don’t have any purpose once more, as strange as it may seem we prefer to serve in a hierarchy, it’s just our nature.”
“Hmm, can’t argue with nature. I know I for one, would love to be stalking humans on the foggy moors, but adaptation can be a bitch. I do have an idea though….”

You gather as much money and valuables you can from the Mansion and head back to the bar where Andre’s been waiting, he buzzes excitedly.

“Wolf! You’re back! So is Janice is interested?!”
“She’s dead, but that’s not important…”
“She’s dead?! What!? What happened?! But she was my love and...”

You smack Andre upside the head and then shove your paw in a nearby patron’s beer to wash it. “Hey!” the patron says and then sees you scowl causing him to retract his statement.

“Andre shut the fuck up and listen, I got you a better deal! You’ll be set for life, with all the sugar and whatever else you want. You know all those Ant guards, Janice had? Well they’re all willing to serve YOU, under a couple of conditions. You’re in charge, but you can’t think yourself inherently superior, you have to understand that you need them. You can’t suddenly start thinking you’re better than THEM just because you’re technically the king.”
“Really? Well, yeah sure I can do that. Being a fly has made me pretty humble. I’ll be grateful more than anything.”
“Okay second, TAKE A FUCKING BATH! Stop smelling like a garbage dump!”
“Take a bath? Gee I dunno, that’s a pretty big step Wolf.”
“You goddamn well better, if you want to score with all the Ant bitches there.”
“WHAT?! Are you serious?!”
“Fucking dead serious. None of them have ever mated, given that in the past only the Queen is supposed to, but now most of them want to feel what its like before they die. Hell, some of them hold out hope that they’ll produce offspring, to make their race thrive again. So, what’s it gonna be? A shit eating bum, or a smooth pimp Superfly that gets to be serviced by a bunch of virgins?”

Andre doesn’t even answer; he just thanks you quickly and runs out the door. You doubt if you’ll ever see him again.

“Lucky bastard.” You say as you sit down and order a drink with your newly gained loot.


“Here, I’m supposed to deliver this letter to you.” You say and hold it out to her.
“What?! You break into MY Hive, kill my guards and face your imminent destruction all to give me a letter?!”
“First of all, I’m not facing any kind of destruction, and Andre said it was important.”
“Andre?! You were sent here by Andre?! That lowly fly? What the hell is he paying you with?”
“Nothing actually, I was planning on getting something out of you, though in retrospect, it probably was a stupid idea given your personality…I can tell by your rhetoric of insects being the master race, it hasn’t changed. Just a WASP in another form eh Janice?”

Several Ant guards enter the room, but Janice tells them to halt.

“Hold on, I’m slightly amused by Wolf here. Yes, I remember you. Getting drunk, picking fights with everyone, sleeping with every woman that could stomach you; typical behavior of the lower class. Just proves that I’m right, we insectoids aren’t controlled by our impulses; we’re orderly and superior. Anyway, be that as that may, I might as well read the note…ugh, I’ll have to remember to wash my hands after touching this.”

Janice takes the letter and reads it. She then begins to laugh.

“Does this fool actually believe he EVER had a chance with me?! Oh that IS amusing, in fact I’m in a good mood, guards you can escort Mr. Wolf out alive. This lap dog can run to tell his master Andre that I’ll never ever be interested in such a common creature as him.”

There’s no way you’re going to just leave without retorting to her insult.
> You antagonize her
“I don’t think you’ll be taking me anywhere.”
“Oh and why not?”
“Because…well let’s just say, I’d tell you, but only in private.”
“Save your veiled threats, I’m not impressed.”
“It’s not a threat. I suggest you listen to my proposal.” You say all of this calmly with no malice in your voice. Janice gets a little nervous, but attempts to cover.
“Alright fine, I’ll humor this mammal! Guards leave us, I’m sure I’d be able to handle this dog if he tries anything.”

After the guards leave Janice backs away from you, close to the window in case she has to make an escape. She’s obviously intimidated by you, which is good.

“We’re alone, speak.”
“Well, it’s just occurred to me that you’re talking a lot of rhetoric, but not doing a whole lot about it. A so called Queen would be mating with SOMETHING to produce offspring. Surely you could’ve used Andre for such a purpose, even if he was a so called lower class bum. As long as they’re bugly and indoctrinated to the insect cause you shouldn’t have any problems right? In fact I question this whole insect supremacy thing. While I don’t doubt that YOU think you’re superior, I wonder if you feel that way about THEM. I think you’re just using THEM, to make your life more comfortable, and their dumb enough to believe your lies because they’re a bunch of good little Ants that mindlessly follow a hierarchy because that’s what they know best. However, they have been exploited in the past, namely by humans in their little wars. I don’t think they’d like to be suddenly reminded that something similar is going on here, because after all, when it comes down to it, you’re not really one of THEM, you’re just a half freak insect human who’s taking advantage of the situation. You’ve been lucky to get away with it so long, without any return investment on your part.”
“…Okay, assuming that’s all true…and I’m not saying it isn’t…what are you proposing?”
“It’s pretty simple. I delivered the letter to you; I expect a little something for it.”
Janice buzzes displeasingly, but she realizes she has little choice. She goes over to a wall safe and hands you everything in it.

“Okay, you’ve got your money, now get out of here!”
“Thanks, now what do you want me to tell Andre?”
“Andre? Tell him to fuck off! I still don’t want anything to do with that bum!”
“You know, maybe I’m keeping quiet about your scheme, but that doesn’t mean your Ant slaves won’t catch on eventually. Maybe you should take precautions by considering Andre’s offer, just some free advice.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Not at all. What’s the big deal? You’re both hideous bug freaks. Doesn’t seem like you’d be that picky at this point in your life…”
“I am NOT hideous, I have a condition! And I’m just waiting for the right man. What about YOU? You’re not exactly Mr. Universe!”
“Janice…give it up. No bloodsucker is going to EVER want you. Not when there are all those young human girls to seduce and consume. Not to mention the eternally youthful Vamp girls. I think its time you lowered your standards. And as for your comments to me, I’m a guy; the lowering of my standards doesn’t apply to me. Maybe it’s sexist and all that unPC shit, but that’s the way the world works. I could get old as fuck, and still be banging teenagers. All I need to worry about is being able to get it up. And since I’m the Alpha Wolf, that ain’t a problem.”
“You know Wolf, I’ve always heard about your so called legendary prowess in the bedroom, but I’ve always questioned it. I can’t help wonder if you yourself have done a lot of talking, but not actually doing. Perhaps you’ve spread all those lies yourself eh?” Janice taunts.
> You prove it
You’re NOT going to let your cocksmanship come into question here! If this bug bitch wants your dick in her then that’s what you’re going to do! Janice senses it and smiles as she positions herself on the bed.

“So are you gonna show me what you got, or are you just stand there and hold your dog dick.” She buzzes.

“You know, I’ve fucked a lot of women. Humans, aliens, other werewolves, and even the goddamned undead so help me. Yeah, I’ve fucked just about everything that’s walked or crawled at one time or another, and now I’m here to fuck you Janice.”

You get down to it. It’s an “interesting” experience to say the least. You have to be careful due to her stinger, but its not too bad. Now if anyone asks if you’ve ever fucked a bug, you can honestly answer “Why yes I have!”

Afterwards while she’s praising your abilities, you wonder if you shouldn’t stick around, might be alright to live in a mansion, you can ignore the Ants, since they seem to concentrate on their own business and all you’d have to do is keep her satisfied and just close your eyes. (You’d fuck her from behind, but there’s that damn stinger…)
> You stay
You made up in your mind to stay

“So Janice you ready for round two because URK!” you’re cut off mid sentence when you feel a sharp pain in your stomach! Poison soon follows, you’re paralyzed! You attempt to speak, but you can’t even do that. Janice hovers above you.

“Well you were everything you claimed, it’s almost a shame that I have to kill you, but you’re right appearances have to be kept up. I can’t have a filthy dog like you dirtying up the house, what WOULD the Ants think?”

As the poison finally works on completely destroying your nervous system, everything goes dark and the last thing you hear is the buzzing laughter of Janice.


You’re NOT going to let your cocksmanship come into question here! If this bug bitch wants your dick in her then that’s what you’re going to do! Janice senses it and smiles as she positions herself on the bed.

“So are you gonna show me what you got, or are you just stand there and hold your dog dick.” She buzzes.

“You know, I’ve fucked a lot of women. Humans, aliens, other werewolves, and even the goddamned undead so help me. Yeah, I’ve fucked just about everything that’s walked or crawled at one time or another, and now I’m here to fuck you Janice.”

You get down to it. It’s an “interesting” experience to say the least. You have to be careful due to her stinger, but its not too bad. Now if anyone asks if you’ve ever fucked a bug, you can honestly answer “Why yes I have!”

Afterwards while she’s praising your abilities, you wonder if you shouldn’t stick around, might be alright to live in a mansion, you can ignore the Ants, since they seem to concentrate on their own business and all you’d have to do is keep her satisfied and just close your eyes. (You’d fuck her from behind, but there’s that damn stinger…)
> You go
Nope, you need your freedom and even if you were going to be “kept” you’d make sure it would be by someone a lot hotter.

As you get up, you hear a lower buzz tone. Sounds angry. When you turn around you narrowly avoid a sting to your face. Definitely angry! Janice is now hovering in front and slightly above you preparing for another attack.

“Oh ho! Mating then killing afterwards is it? Sorry, but I’m not a drone baby.” You say and grab her legs. You follow this up, by throwing her into the wall. While she attempts to recover and calls for her guards, you leap out the window, with your payment.

It takes awhile to get back because you left your bike back at the mansion which sucks big time. When you get back to town you immediately head for the bar. You don’t even get to drink your drink before Andre comes in stinks up the place.

“Wolf! You’re back! The letter! Janice! What’s going on? Is she in love with me?”
“Uh no Andre, she isn’t, but look on bright side, she has a nasty habit of killing after she mates with someone. Surely you didn’t want that, right?”
“Yikes! No I suppose you’re right, I guess it was a pipe dream anyway.”

Andre gets to the door and then turns back around.

“Hey Wolf, how do you know she kills after she mates?”
“Um, it’s an insect thing, I would’ve thought you’d known that Andre.”
“Not all insects do that though, in fact that’s spiders! Now some in some insect species, the males die afterwards, but...”
“(Sigh) okay I didn’t want tell you this but…”

Andre looks at you expectantly.

“I caught her fucking some other bug guy and when they were done, she stabbed him with her stinger, and ate him.”
“Oh. Well okay then, thanks for looking out for me.” Andre says and leaves.

“Yep, I am the Samaritan.” You say taking a drink.


“I don’t think you’ll be taking me anywhere.”
“Oh and why not?”
“Because…well let’s just say, I’d tell you, but only in private.”
“Save your veiled threats, I’m not impressed.”
“It’s not a threat. I suggest you listen to my proposal.” You say all of this calmly with no malice in your voice. Janice gets a little nervous, but attempts to cover.
“Alright fine, I’ll humor this mammal! Guards leave us, I’m sure I’d be able to handle this dog if he tries anything.”

After the guards leave Janice backs away from you, close to the window in case she has to make an escape. She’s obviously intimidated by you, which is good.

“We’re alone, speak.”
“Well, it’s just occurred to me that you’re talking a lot of rhetoric, but not doing a whole lot about it. A so called Queen would be mating with SOMETHING to produce offspring. Surely you could’ve used Andre for such a purpose, even if he was a so called lower class bum. As long as they’re bugly and indoctrinated to the insect cause you shouldn’t have any problems right? In fact I question this whole insect supremacy thing. While I don’t doubt that YOU think you’re superior, I wonder if you feel that way about THEM. I think you’re just using THEM, to make your life more comfortable, and their dumb enough to believe your lies because they’re a bunch of good little Ants that mindlessly follow a hierarchy because that’s what they know best. However, they have been exploited in the past, namely by humans in their little wars. I don’t think they’d like to be suddenly reminded that something similar is going on here, because after all, when it comes down to it, you’re not really one of THEM, you’re just a half freak insect human who’s taking advantage of the situation. You’ve been lucky to get away with it so long, without any return investment on your part.”
“…Okay, assuming that’s all true…and I’m not saying it isn’t…what are you proposing?”
“It’s pretty simple. I delivered the letter to you; I expect a little something for it.”
Janice buzzes displeasingly, but she realizes she has little choice. She goes over to a wall safe and hands you everything in it.

“Okay, you’ve got your money, now get out of here!”
“Thanks, now what do you want me to tell Andre?”
“Andre? Tell him to fuck off! I still don’t want anything to do with that bum!”
“You know, maybe I’m keeping quiet about your scheme, but that doesn’t mean your Ant slaves won’t catch on eventually. Maybe you should take precautions by considering Andre’s offer, just some free advice.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Not at all. What’s the big deal? You’re both hideous bug freaks. Doesn’t seem like you’d be that picky at this point in your life…”
“I am NOT hideous, I have a condition! And I’m just waiting for the right man. What about YOU? You’re not exactly Mr. Universe!”
“Janice…give it up. No bloodsucker is going to EVER want you. Not when there are all those young human girls to seduce and consume. Not to mention the eternally youthful Vamp girls. I think its time you lowered your standards. And as for your comments to me, I’m a guy; the lowering of my standards doesn’t apply to me. Maybe it’s sexist and all that unPC shit, but that’s the way the world works. I could get old as fuck, and still be banging teenagers. All I need to worry about is being able to get it up. And since I’m the Alpha Wolf, that ain’t a problem.”
“You know Wolf, I’ve always heard about your so called legendary prowess in the bedroom, but I’ve always questioned it. I can’t help wonder if you yourself have done a lot of talking, but not actually doing. Perhaps you’ve spread all those lies yourself eh?” Janice taunts.
> You leave
“Ha ha, sorry darling, but you’ll just have to wonder about the Legend, because you ain’t getting any of this, I guess I do have my standards too of a sort. I’ll be leaving now, so are you sure you don’t want Andre?”
“(Sigh) Very well, I supposed his letter and stalking did prove genuine feelings. Tell him he can come by, but under one condition, he needs to take a fucking bath!”
“Hmm, that’ll be a big step for him, but I’ll see what I can do.”
“Yeah you do that, now get the hell out and never return!”

You gather your bike from downstairs where you left and leave with your money. When you get back to the bar Andre is hopping up and down waiting for your news.

“Wolf! My letter! So what about it? Did she like it?”
“She’s all yours Don Juan. Just take a bath before you approach her, that was her only condition.”
“For her, anything! Thanks Wolf!” Andre says and runs out the door, leaving you to your drink.

Time passes and you never see Andre lurking around town to bother you ever again, you figure he was living it up with Janice. The truth is much different as you soon find out later. Apparently Janice took your advice of keeping up appearances and she mated with Andre. Unfortunately for him, she killed him afterwards when she confirmed she was pregnant. She ended up giving birth to a bunch of little Wasp Flies. Disgusting little buggers and even more so when they grew up. Rotten attitude and equally rotten smell. No discipline whatsoever. They all eventually just became a gang of thugs calling themselves the “Yellow Jackets” who weren’t really interested in world domination so much as just petty criminal activity. Still, they were enough to keep the Ants from thinking that Janice wasn’t dedicated to the “Queen” role. Her place was secure. Meanwhile you live fairly well on your wealth from Janice. Everyone won.

Well except Andre of course.


“I don’t think so; I want to make sure this gets to her, so you can just let me in.”
“Well then you can shove that letter up your ass and pull it back out and give it to Andre to eat, because you ain’t getting in here mutt. We’ll not let your inferior kind pollute the Hive. Leave, you’re not wanted here.”

It’s obvious that they don’t know anything about you, because they’d know that anyone telling you that you’re not wanted somewhere is the surest way of causing you to get in on purpose out of sheer spite.

“Well I guess I’ll just…” you stop talking and grab the guard’s big ant head through the bars of the gate and smash it towards you causing green stuff to leak out. You then retreat back to you bike when the rest open up the gate to punish you. The fools now have the gate open! While they attempt to catch you, you maneuver your bike around THEM to avoid their attacks and drive towards the mansion.

A general alarm is raised and soon there are ants all over the estate attempting to catch you. You’d never be able to fight them all. As you get closer to the mansion you notice its several entrances. You can either drive your bike into one of these hive tunnels or just drive your bike through one of the low mansion windows.
> You drive into one of the holes
You figure Janice will be in the hive tunnels given that she’s a “queen” now. You’re still wondering what the fuck is exactly going on here.

Sadly you won’t be finding out. As you drive deeper through the hive tunnels it gets very apparent that you’re lost due to the fact they all look alike! The ant guards have no such directional difficulties and are all over the place. Soon they manage to knock you off the bike, you make a run for it, but its no use there are too many and you’re completely lost.

They catch you, overwhelm you, kill you and eat you.

Yes, in that exact order. (It would be silly in any other order)


Maybe you’re getting a little soft in your old age, but you can somewhat sympathize with Andre, he’s in an even worse situation than you. He’s been stricken by bad luck more than you have. Helping him could be financially beneficial, plus if Andre had a home, he wouldn’t be constantly bothering you for money every time you walked into town.

“Alright Andre I’ll help, just stand back and get your fucking disease ridden hands off of me! And don’t touch me again!”
“Okay, I can do that. Thanks Wolf! I swear I won’t forget this!”
“Yeah, yeah, now what do you want me to do?”
“I need you to deliver this letter to her; it’s a poem about how I feel about her and how I’ve always felt about her. I know if she just read this she’d give me a chance!”

You take the crumpled letter which reeks of Andre’s overall foulness, but you still have more questions.

“Andre I know you’ve always wanted to do some buggery on Janice, but I hardly see how this is going to change how she feels and why the hell can’t you do this?”
“Because every time I even try to get NEAR her mansion she has her guards chase me off! Its like when I try to sneak in anywhere people can somehow sense I’m coming!”
“Andre, did it ever occur to you to that your fucking ODOR is the reason?”
“Odor? What odor?” Andre asks like it’s the first time anyone’s ever suggested that to him that before. “Look I know in my heart that if she read my words, she’d fall for me, just like I know you’ll be able to get in and give her that letter!”
“This is starting to sound like a lot of effort for possibly no reward…”
“Arrrgh! Look when you get in there, you could always just rip something valuable off! Just please, you gotta give her that letter!”

You look at the love letter (which has remarkable penmanship) and shake your head. Looks like you’re on a bug hunt.

“Alright Andre you’re lucky her mansion isn’t far and I’m not busy right now. I just turned down an offer to live on an island paradise for the rest of my life in exchange for getting rid some Martians.”
“What, you mean Moreau’s offer? He offered me a similar deal, but then quickly retracted it for some reason. But Wolf I know you wouldn’t have wanted to help some hippy freaks you don’t even know! But this is different! In this case you’re helping out an old friend gain true love!”
“Okay listen up, I’m not, nor will I ever be your friend. I’m doing this for my own reasons. When I return, meet me back here at this bar.”

You turn and eagerly leave Andre to go back to your cabin. You don’t normally like to wash, but in this case you definitely feel the need to! After thoroughly scrubbing down, you take your Harley and drive over to Janice’s mansion which is just a couple of counties away. It doesn’t take you long to get there.

You haven’t really seen this place except once a long time ago and it looked like a regular mansion, now the place looks like a concentration compound; there is a big metal gate and barbed wire lined walls surrounding the mansion. The mansion itself looks like some half weird insect hive, half man made structure. As soon as you park near the gate you’re approached by some figures marching in unison like soldiers. They’re like big ants or at least they look like THEM. Something weird is going on.

“You! Inferior hairy mammal! What business do you have here at the Hive?!” one of the ant guards asks clicking his mandibles angrily.
“I’m supposed to deliver a letter to Janice.”
“Watch you tongue, dog! You mean the Supreme Hive Queen! And she does not see inferiors such as you! Be gone, you impotent mangy mutt!”

Well you’re used to people not liking you, but hearing it from a giant bug is still pretty insulting.
> You sneak in
“Fuck off, bug.” You say and leave. You get on your bike and drive off, but only a few miles out of sight, you then stash your bike behind some bushes and head back to the mansion. You head around the side walls, and scale them. The barbwire on top is a bitch though and you end up getting your fur caught in it.

After tugging and ripping yourself up, you fall off the wall into the mansion grounds, bleeding and surrounded by ant people. Apparently they could sense something not “Bugly” creeping around, not to mention you made some noise trying to get off the barb wire.

You end up meeting Janice after all…on her dinner plate.


Maybe you’re getting a little soft in your old age, but you can somewhat sympathize with Andre, he’s in an even worse situation than you. He’s been stricken by bad luck more than you have. Helping him could be financially beneficial, plus if Andre had a home, he wouldn’t be constantly bothering you for money every time you walked into town.

“Alright Andre I’ll help, just stand back and get your fucking disease ridden hands off of me! And don’t touch me again!”
“Okay, I can do that. Thanks Wolf! I swear I won’t forget this!”
“Yeah, yeah, now what do you want me to do?”
“I need you to deliver this letter to her; it’s a poem about how I feel about her and how I’ve always felt about her. I know if she just read this she’d give me a chance!”

You take the crumpled letter which reeks of Andre’s overall foulness, but you still have more questions.

“Andre I know you’ve always wanted to do some buggery on Janice, but I hardly see how this is going to change how she feels and why the hell can’t you do this?”
“Because every time I even try to get NEAR her mansion she has her guards chase me off! Its like when I try to sneak in anywhere people can somehow sense I’m coming!”
“Andre, did it ever occur to you to that your fucking ODOR is the reason?”
“Odor? What odor?” Andre asks like it’s the first time anyone’s ever suggested that to him that before. “Look I know in my heart that if she read my words, she’d fall for me, just like I know you’ll be able to get in and give her that letter!”
“This is starting to sound like a lot of effort for possibly no reward…”
“Arrrgh! Look when you get in there, you could always just rip something valuable off! Just please, you gotta give her that letter!”

You look at the love letter (which has remarkable penmanship) and shake your head. Looks like you’re on a bug hunt.

“Alright Andre you’re lucky her mansion isn’t far and I’m not busy right now. I just turned down an offer to live on an island paradise for the rest of my life in exchange for getting rid some Martians.”
“What, you mean Moreau’s offer? He offered me a similar deal, but then quickly retracted it for some reason. But Wolf I know you wouldn’t have wanted to help some hippy freaks you don’t even know! But this is different! In this case you’re helping out an old friend gain true love!”
“Okay listen up, I’m not, nor will I ever be your friend. I’m doing this for my own reasons. When I return, meet me back here at this bar.”

You turn and eagerly leave Andre to go back to your cabin. You don’t normally like to wash, but in this case you definitely feel the need to! After thoroughly scrubbing down, you take your Harley and drive over to Janice’s mansion which is just a couple of counties away. It doesn’t take you long to get there.

You haven’t really seen this place except once a long time ago and it looked like a regular mansion, now the place looks like a concentration compound; there is a big metal gate and barbed wire lined walls surrounding the mansion. The mansion itself looks like some half weird insect hive, half man made structure. As soon as you park near the gate you’re approached by some figures marching in unison like soldiers. They’re like big ants or at least they look like THEM. Something weird is going on.

“You! Inferior hairy mammal! What business do you have here at the Hive?!” one of the ant guards asks clicking his mandibles angrily.
“I’m supposed to deliver a letter to Janice.”
“Watch you tongue, dog! You mean the Supreme Hive Queen! And she does not see inferiors such as you! Be gone, you impotent mangy mutt!”

Well you’re used to people not liking you, but hearing it from a giant bug is still pretty insulting.
> You memories (THEM!)
Giant Ants: THEM!

Well thanks to human ingenuity they probably created more monsters in the 50s with their nuclear tests. Gigantism and mutation were a big problem during that era. Along with giant spiders and mantises, the biggest problem was when an ant colony was struck by massive radiation and went undetected in the desert for a couple of years and wasn’t discovered until giant ants began carrying off small children from nearby towns to their colony.

Granted they were never as big as people saw in the movies (Such a size would cause them to collapse underneath their own weight) but they did grow to be as big as humans. In fact they took on the look of “Ant centaurs”. A torso with two arms and a back end with four legs, still all very antlike though. Initially they weren’t very intelligent, but they grew smarter as time went on. This caused even greater problems for humans later.

Now the “Ant people” weren’t malevolent per say, but they just had a different outlook on life just like any other culture, and they saw humans (And anything else that went near their colony) as a source of food. Naturally humans and insects have never gotten along so it was only a matter of time before all out war was declared. The war might’ve lasted longer if the Ant people were able to adapt a little better, and if humans hadn’t had a severe tech advantage. The humans were determined to wipe THEM out before they could get the numerical advantage. This of course was done by blowing up their queen thus ending any chance of THEM ever conquering the Earth. The remaining Ant people would’ve probably been mopped up, but by this time it was the 60s and civil rights and shit came about. Hippies started saying that they had the right to exist on their own land and such, so the remaining ones were eventually allowed to live, and in time they assimilated into society like everyone else. Nobody was sure of their life span, but the government still perceived THEM as a legitimate potential threat and didn’t really want to take the chance that one of those ants could turn into another queen somehow, so a lot got drafted into the Vietnam War to “thin out” their population. (Plus they made excellent soldiers, and were especially helpful in flushing out Viet Cong tunnels)

Needless to say there aren’t too many Ant People left anymore, the ones that are still alive tend to keep to themselves and suspicious of everyone and anyone that doesn’t have six limbs.

Any chance of THEM making a “come back” is highly unlikely.


You’re not about to go traipsing across the world to save a bunch of hippy freaks from some dumb ass Martians.

“I don’t think so Moreau, see ya around.” You say and get up to leave the bar, before anyone else asks you for any favors. You don’t get two feet outside of the place and suddenly you’re assaulted by a terrible smell. The stench is not unlike that of hot garbage during a heat wave. You turn around holding your nose and see Andre with his big ol’ stupid grotesque fly head.

“Hey Wolf... Can you spare me some money?” he asks
“Fuck Andre! Stand the hell away from me! What the hell? Did you roll around in a septic tank?”
“Uh no, I just ate some fresh turds back in the alleyway…”
“I don’t even know why I asked you that, I already knew the answer. Ugh.” you say continuing to hold your nose.
“They tasted pretty good to me. Hey, but I could use some of that sweet sugar. You got any spare change so I can get me a box of the stuff?”
“Fuck no! I barely have enough money for me! Phew! Just get the fuck away!”
“Aw come on, help a brother out.”
“Broth… what the…look nevermind, I ain’t got time for this shit Andre, if you want sugar so bad just go into a fast food place and stock up on those little free packets!”
“I can’t! A lot of those places use that artificial sugar now! Don’t those idiotic humans know that stuff can cause cancer?! Besides whenever they see me coming they start spraying raid on me and hitting me in the head with swatters. I’ve even attempted to sneak in quietly, but they always seem to sense I’m coming, I can never understand how they do that.”
“Gee, I can’t imagine how they’d be able to do it, Andre.” You say still holding your nose futility trying to block out Andre’s odor.
“I just wish I could get with Janice, she’s got ALL the sugar! (Buzz) But she won’t have anything to do with me; She thinks I’m just low class trash.”
“Well if you’re eating shit, I’d say she’s pretty much right.”
“It’s not just her sugar I’m after though, I think she’s beautiful! She has such heavenly wings, and a nice abdomen! Yep she really kept herself in good condition after all these years. (Buzz)”
“Yeah that’s real nice Andre, tell someone who cares.”

You start to leave and then Andre has the nerve to grab you by the arm.

“Wolf, please you gotta help me out! I can’t live like this anymore, I thought I could being part fly and all, but it’s getting too bad! I’m nearly killed everywhere I go and I’m getting too old to defend myself adequately! Humans hate the sight of me and I disgust them! I need to a home! Janice has a home! You gotta help me convince her that we should be together! Look, you know she’s rich too! You said you were in need of money too right? Maybe if we’re successful, something can be worked out.”
> You memories (Andre)
The Fly: Andre Delambre

For every successful “Mad Scientist” there are several failed ones. Most of them usually get killed by their own fool creations, or in their attempt to rule the world. Others are just inept and can’t create anything worthwhile. Still others just have some very bad luck. Andre falls into that category.

Everyone knows the story, Andre was working on a teleportation device and when he tested it out a fly got in the thing with him and turned him into the big bug he is today. Contrary to what the movies say, there was NOT a fly buzzing around with his head on it after the accident! It was more like “remake” where his DNA combined with the fly’s DNA, just one being, not two separate ones. (Though he did still have a big ol’ grotesque fly head afterwards.) Needless to say his career as any kind of scientist was over, while his intelligence hadn’t been reduced to that of a fly, it certainly lowered it from what it was, and tended to make him more focused on simpler things like eating. His marriage was over as well. (His wife got everything; a repulsive fly isn’t too sympathetic)

While he did find a new life of sorts in horror after his accident, it was still limited. It’s not like being a werewolf or vampire, they don’t make multiple movies with rampaging fly people and it’s not like he could “pass” for human for other roles. It wasn’t just that though, the main problem was he was a disgusting disease carrying fly and nobody wanted to be around him! This of course made other jobs somewhat limited as well. His last hope was working in the “Sanitation Engineering” field, which he thought would be perfect, but the problem was he spent too much time eating garbage rather than picking it up. He was fired within the week. Eventually his money ran out and he became a bum which probably wasn’t that bad for him, indeed he was more “free” now; ironic, since he started out from poverty and worked his way up from the gutter when he was a human and stated he’d never want to be poor ever again.

You always avoided him for the same reasons everyone else did. He was just nasty smelling and looking. Despite your obvious dislike for Andre it hasn’t stopped him from all the times he’s tried to borrow money from you.


You’re not about to go traipsing across the world to save a bunch of hippy freaks from some dumb ass Martians.

“I don’t think so Moreau, see ya around.” You say and get up to leave the bar, before anyone else asks you for any favors. You don’t get two feet outside of the place and suddenly you’re assaulted by a terrible smell. The stench is not unlike that of hot garbage during a heat wave. You turn around holding your nose and see Andre with his big ol’ stupid grotesque fly head.

“Hey Wolf... Can you spare me some money?” he asks
“Fuck Andre! Stand the hell away from me! What the hell? Did you roll around in a septic tank?”
“Uh no, I just ate some fresh turds back in the alleyway…”
“I don’t even know why I asked you that, I already knew the answer. Ugh.” you say continuing to hold your nose.
“They tasted pretty good to me. Hey, but I could use some of that sweet sugar. You got any spare change so I can get me a box of the stuff?”
“Fuck no! I barely have enough money for me! Phew! Just get the fuck away!”
“Aw come on, help a brother out.”
“Broth… what the…look nevermind, I ain’t got time for this shit Andre, if you want sugar so bad just go into a fast food place and stock up on those little free packets!”
“I can’t! A lot of those places use that artificial sugar now! Don’t those idiotic humans know that stuff can cause cancer?! Besides whenever they see me coming they start spraying raid on me and hitting me in the head with swatters. I’ve even attempted to sneak in quietly, but they always seem to sense I’m coming, I can never understand how they do that.”
“Gee, I can’t imagine how they’d be able to do it, Andre.” You say still holding your nose futility trying to block out Andre’s odor.
“I just wish I could get with Janice, she’s got ALL the sugar! (Buzz) But she won’t have anything to do with me; She thinks I’m just low class trash.”
“Well if you’re eating shit, I’d say she’s pretty much right.”
“It’s not just her sugar I’m after though, I think she’s beautiful! She has such heavenly wings, and a nice abdomen! Yep she really kept herself in good condition after all these years. (Buzz)”
“Yeah that’s real nice Andre, tell someone who cares.”

You start to leave and then Andre has the nerve to grab you by the arm.

“Wolf, please you gotta help me out! I can’t live like this anymore, I thought I could being part fly and all, but it’s getting too bad! I’m nearly killed everywhere I go and I’m getting too old to defend myself adequately! Humans hate the sight of me and I disgust them! I need to a home! Janice has a home! You gotta help me convince her that we should be together! Look, you know she’s rich too! You said you were in need of money too right? Maybe if we’re successful, something can be worked out.”
> You memories (Janice)
The Wasp Woman: Janice Starlin

Even before she became another insect hybrid, she was a “WASP” in every sense of the word, though “Nazi” might be even more appropriate.

Janice likes to keep her past a secret, but for those in the know, she was sympathetic to the Germans during WW II. It’s one of the reasons why she wasn’t in “showbiz” for too long. (Showbiz and Anti-Semitism isn’t a good combination)

Even without being a Nazi sympathizer, she was still a stuck up rich human bitch who came from “Old Money”. She was obsessed with her youth and looks and being an actress she was even more fanatical about it. As with all humans they can’t stop the ravages time without a little help, either supernatural or scientific. She attempted supernatural first, and tried to get one of those parasitic bloodsuckers to turn her. It would’ve been perfect for her; the problem was no vampire was willing to do it. The bloodsuckers are monsters, but even they tend to frown upon Nazis. (Of course Werewolves aren’t fond of Nazis either) Indeed, most Vampires have roots in the “Old country” (Not any particular country, just all of them) and as such most originally have Slavic or even Jewish backgrounds. (Which might explain why crosses don’t really work so well in real life as opposed to the crap they show in movies) and since Fagula is the head cocksucker…erm bloodsucker in charge, no vampire was going to defy him, even if they wanted to.

Janice resorted to scientific means, so she hired some mad scientist type who was working on a youth serum based on wasp jelly. You’re not exactly familiar with the technical stuff involved, but what basically happened was a typical mad scientist “accident” and the shit turned her into a half wasp creature. Though while not as spectacularly as bad as Andre’s “accident”, it was horrific for her and ended her career as a “normal” actress.

This transformation didn’t make her disposition any better, if anything she just got meaner and more condescending. When she “arrived” in the monster world, she constantly would go on about how she was superior to everyone else and why. (Though she didn’t say anything about the bloodsuckers since despite them shunning her she still always wanted to be one)

After the show biz career started to dry up for her, she went back to being a typical rich shut in who never left her mansion. It’s not like she had to work, being independently wealthy and all.

Nobody’s really had any contact with her since.


You and Moreau have never had any dealings with each other before, so you’re kind of curious to as why he wanted to see you. You approach Moreau and he’s tripping over himself to thank you for seeing him. You’re a little suspicious of this treatment, especially since you’ve never been welcomed by anyone before.

“Wolf, its Wolf right? Or do you prefer Mr. Wolf?”
“Wolf is fine…will you tell me why the hell you want to see me so badly for? We’ve never had anything to do with each other before.”
“Yes. Quite correct. My Vision didn’t lead me to interact socially that much. Maybe I shouldn’t have concentrated so much on my Vision though. Maybe I should’ve been more flexible. If I had, I might not have the problems I have now.”
“Okay, so will you quit with the fucking mystery already and tell me what’s going on?”
“As you know I transformed my island into a utopia where no being harms another.”
“Pfft, some Utopia. I call it fucking with nature.”
“And you know what? I agree with you. At one time, I would’ve dismissed you as a vicious animal that only pleased his primal instincts.”
“You say it as if it’s a bad thing.” You utter.
“I once thought so…but now I’m starting to see reality for the first time. My Utopia wasn’t followed by the world…it was hated. It was despised. Most are jealous of what I’ve done and want to destroy it.”
“Duh, that’s humanity for you. So are you getting to the point anytime soon?”
“My Utopia is about to be destroyed, but NOT directly. No human nation wants to look like the bad guys so you know what they’ve done instead? They’re letting Martians do it for them!”
“What? Martians aren’t even allowed on this planet after all the unsuccessful attacks they’ve attempted on it.” You exclaim.
“See that’s just it. In exchange of a new Martian-Earthling Peace accord they’re letting the Martians put a colony here provided they don’t kill any humans. The Martians agreed and MY Island was scheduled for designation for the colony! If we stay they’ll be allowed to kill everyone since nobody on there is human except me.”
“Well that certainly does suck, but why not just move?”
“WHAT!? That’s our home! Would YOU move from your own home?”
“Eh…I suppose I can see your point. So what am I supposed to do though?”

Moreau takes another drink and looks at you with dead seriousness.

“I need you to get them all to FIGHT! I need you to get them all in touch with their animal instincts again! I know you’re more than just a werewolf. You’re the self-proclaimed Alpha. I need that viciousness, I need that aggressiveness, I need it ingrained into my people. I can’t do it. I’m not qualified, and I’d only make things worse. I can pay you all the money you want; our economy has always been good. If you like you could even live on the island and spend your remaining years there with nothing to worry about. You could mate with whoever you wanted, we could import whatever meat you wanted, or if you preferred…we could even make special arrangements just for you, to hunt living creatures. Anything…just please help us.”

This is pretty heavy shit. Moreau must be very desperate to come begging to a practical stranger. There’s no way he’s lying about this, you have heard some stuff lately about Martian-Human relations, though you don’t really pay attention to the news a lot. You can’t say Moreau’s offer isn’t appealing on some level, but as much of a badass you are, you’re not in your prime anymore. Taking on a shit load of Martians and training a bunch of genetic freaks of nature could be just a little out of your scope.
> You memories (Martians)
The Invaders: Martians

Martians much like Human comes in many shapes, sizes and colors. They are a technologically advanced race which is amazing considering how stupid they actually are. It makes you wonder if natural selection even occurred on the dismal red planet.

The first Martian invasion was impressive since humans weren’t prepared for it. Unfortunately for all their advanced weaponry their medical science was probably in the fucking toilet…literally. They have to be the only galactic race of “conquerors” that lost a war because of dysentery. All the “War Machines” in the world couldn’t protect them from all the air born germs that infest humanity (They really are filthy when you think about it). You’d think that they’d take this information and try to combat it with…uh you know inventing fucking vaccinations and penicillin. But did they do that? Nope. They tried to invade again this time they figured if they never got out of their machines at all they’d be safe. Unfortunately in order to invade a planet you HAVE to have ground troops to do it. So while they blasted the shit out of the Earth again they couldn’t properly conquer it. So these geniuses spent the rest of the time arguing about what they should do until all their flying saucers ran out of fucking fuel and started falling out of the sky, crashing into shit.

At this point you’d think they’d just give up, but they didn’t. The next failed mission involved them stealing human women to breed with them. They figured two things:

One was that they could replenish all their soldiers again that they’d lost in the last two invasions. The second idea was they figured they could create a hybrid that was more resilient to human germs.

The plan was doomed to failure in its typical Martian idiocy and this was a particularly spectacular one that nearly wiped them out permanently as well as effectively destroying them as a potential threat.

First of all the Martians had to get OUT of their machines in order to kidnap these women. Sure they finally developed protective suits at this point, but they were made of a thin and easily ripped material. Many Martians died attempting to steal away feisty housewives. Second of all they would’ve had to steal a lot more housewives than they did in order to replenish their severely depleted military (And male population in general) to say nothing of the fact they had to put up with the human women for at least 9 LONG months before they got a return on their “investment”. The third problem was for some reason it didn’t occur to them that the germs would still be ON these human women! Many Martians died after mating with these kidnapped housewives, not to mention an “Earth” plague hit the entire planet now. More dead Martians and lots of them. The kicker of all this, was most of the “hybrid” Martians that grew up tended to be very interested in their human heritage and would go back to Earth. (With their moms of course)

The only good thing that occurred was the survivors were now finally resistant to human germs. Little good it did now since half the planet died, and was in no position to invade anyone. (Luckily for them, humans were too busy fighting each other, or they would’ve surely been defeated had humans invaded Mars).

The Martians tried a few more stupid invasions later, but they never were really serious and by that time humanity had caught up to them technologically. (Thanks to salvaging the technology from all those immobilized war machines and flying saucers that fell out of the sky) Nowadays Martians are considered the intergalactic equivalent of rude hillbilly neighbors with lots of guns.

They bring a whole new meaning to term “REDneck”.


Fuck it, you don’t feel like putting up with Erik’s whining. You’ll talk to him later when you’re in the mood. You hang up and decide to engage in one of your favorite past time ever since you became part of “society”. Drink. You head down to the bar in town.

When you enter you see it nearly empty. Usually there’s someone here that you don’t like which gives you an excuse to get into a fight. You sit down and order a Scotch. The bartender tends to let you just drink and cleans up the mess you make afterwards, but today turns out a little differently.

“Hey Wolf, some people have been wanting to see you.” The bartender says nervously.
“Oh? Do these people have a name?” you ask downing your drink.
“Well they’re in the bar right now actually, I think they’re old acquaintances of yours.”

You scan the bar, which doesn’t take long considering its almost empty. And you’ll be damned you see not one, but THREE people from the old days; you’re surprised you didn’t notice them before.

At a nearby table you see Dr. Henry Jekyll and Dr. Jack Griffin. Jack normally would be difficult to see in this dark lighting at the best of times, since he’s invisible, but he’s perfectly noticeable enough when he wears clothing. They see you and wave you to come over.

At a table in the far corner you see Dr. Alphonse Moreau. He looks like a wreck. He’s obviously been chain smoking cigarettes and drinking a lot since he got here. He sees you and desperately signals you over like he needs your help severely.

While you’re not surprised to see all these humans still alive (Mad scientists ALWAYS figure out how to extend their life spans past the normal human limit) you’re just surprised that they all want to see you and it makes you suspicious. You’ve always been mistrustful of Mad Scientist types ever since your run in with Dr. Victor Frankenstein.

You turn to the bartender for more information.

“What the hell, is there a Mad Scientist convention in town or some shit? Why are they all here and why do they want me?”
“I dunno Wolf. I think its just coincidence. Henry and Jack say they got some sort of experiment going on and want your help on it. They know you’ve been needing some money lately and they’re willing to pay you for your time. I think Henry wants to play catch up with you as well.”
“Hmm, speaking of catch, there probably is one. So why’s Moreau here? Same thing?”
“He wouldn’t elaborate too much. He says he REALLY needs help with something, and it’s not an experiment. He says he gave up trying to play God. I dunno what’s wrong though you’ll have to ask him yourself. He just said, he’s willing to do anything for you if you help him.

Well this venture to the bar seems to have become potentially lucrative; the problem is you have to deal with a bunch of humans with God complexes. (You doubt what the bartender told you about Moreau, his type never gets out of the game completely) You decide to throw caution to the wind and take one of their jobs; you feel you’ll be up to the challenge. After all its common knowledge of what you did to Victor when he tried to take advantage of you once.

All it comes down to is who you want to deal with.
> You memories (Henry)
The Split Personality: Dr. Henry Jekyll/ Mr. Edward Hyde

Henry Jekyll was a typical bookworm human nerd that couldn’t get a girl. If that all he was, you two wouldn’t have even met. Henry’s experiments though led him to the “Monster world”. Apparently he’d seen you and studied how successful you were with females of all types. He chalked it up to your confidence and overall badassitude.

(Well he wasn’t really wrong in that assumption)

Using you as a model of what he wanted to be like, he started designing potions to duplicate the lycanthropy effect. Contrary to what most folks believe, Werewolves tend to breed with each other to make more, (as opposed to those unnatural parasitic Fagpires) they very rarely “make someone a werewolf”. It’s typically only by accident that that happens, and its VERY rare that someone survives long enough to escape a werewolf attack. Given all those risks and the very likelihood he would be killed in such a process Henry went ahead with his potions until one of them finally got the desired effect.

The problem was, it just made him into a big vicious ugly brute. (As opposed to a super smooth handsome Wolf like yourself) He wasn’t any more successful with the ladies as Mr. Hyde, if anything they were repulsed by him even more, which led a lot of…”accidents”. Ultimately he just broke down and paid for hookers. However, you and he hung out a lot back in the old days, mostly partying and fighting with others. He was a good guy to have your back in a fight when he was Mr. Hyde. You rarely talked to him as Henry, but he was usually civilized and respectful when he did address you. He didn’t annoy and piss you off like Erik, because he knew to keep his distance when he wasn’t your “peer”.

You can respect a (hu)man who knows his limitations.


Fuck it, you don’t feel like putting up with Erik’s whining. You’ll talk to him later when you’re in the mood. You hang up and decide to engage in one of your favorite past time ever since you became part of “society”. Drink. You head down to the bar in town.

When you enter you see it nearly empty. Usually there’s someone here that you don’t like which gives you an excuse to get into a fight. You sit down and order a Scotch. The bartender tends to let you just drink and cleans up the mess you make afterwards, but today turns out a little differently.

“Hey Wolf, some people have been wanting to see you.” The bartender says nervously.
“Oh? Do these people have a name?” you ask downing your drink.
“Well they’re in the bar right now actually, I think they’re old acquaintances of yours.”

You scan the bar, which doesn’t take long considering its almost empty. And you’ll be damned you see not one, but THREE people from the old days; you’re surprised you didn’t notice them before.

At a nearby table you see Dr. Henry Jekyll and Dr. Jack Griffin. Jack normally would be difficult to see in this dark lighting at the best of times, since he’s invisible, but he’s perfectly noticeable enough when he wears clothing. They see you and wave you to come over.

At a table in the far corner you see Dr. Alphonse Moreau. He looks like a wreck. He’s obviously been chain smoking cigarettes and drinking a lot since he got here. He sees you and desperately signals you over like he needs your help severely.

While you’re not surprised to see all these humans still alive (Mad scientists ALWAYS figure out how to extend their life spans past the normal human limit) you’re just surprised that they all want to see you and it makes you suspicious. You’ve always been mistrustful of Mad Scientist types ever since your run in with Dr. Victor Frankenstein.

You turn to the bartender for more information.

“What the hell, is there a Mad Scientist convention in town or some shit? Why are they all here and why do they want me?”
“I dunno Wolf. I think its just coincidence. Henry and Jack say they got some sort of experiment going on and want your help on it. They know you’ve been needing some money lately and they’re willing to pay you for your time. I think Henry wants to play catch up with you as well.”
“Hmm, speaking of catch, there probably is one. So why’s Moreau here? Same thing?”
“He wouldn’t elaborate too much. He says he REALLY needs help with something, and it’s not an experiment. He says he gave up trying to play God. I dunno what’s wrong though you’ll have to ask him yourself. He just said, he’s willing to do anything for you if you help him.

Well this venture to the bar seems to have become potentially lucrative; the problem is you have to deal with a bunch of humans with God complexes. (You doubt what the bartender told you about Moreau, his type never gets out of the game completely) You decide to throw caution to the wind and take one of their jobs; you feel you’ll be up to the challenge. After all its common knowledge of what you did to Victor when he tried to take advantage of you once.

All it comes down to is who you want to deal with.
> You memories (Jack)
The Invisible Man: Dr. Jack Griffin

You’ve never trusted Jack. He never did anything to you per say, but anyone who turns himself invisible is obviously a sneak who’s not to be trusted. Jack sometimes attempted to make friends with you or converse with you on various topics, but you just didn’t want his friendship (Granted you never really wanted anyone’s friendship, but that’s another story) and you told him as much one time.

Being invisible bothered a lot of folks though, so you weren’t the only one that didn’t trust him. Just about everyone felt his wrath due to all this rejection and not being accepted as a “real monster”. He pulled a lot of cruel jokes on people as revenge, always got away with it too, since it’s difficult to find someone that’s invisible. (You did think it was funny when he stole some of Fagula’s best baby blood “wine” and mixed it with the blood of a diseased rat from his lab. He was sick for a month after ingesting such filth) He never tried anything on you though.

It might be because he seemed to take your rejection a little better. You at least acknowledged his existence, by telling him WHY you didn’t like him. Most others just tried to avoid the issue and avoid or ignore him just like…well an invisible man.

Besides, his invisibility wouldn’t have affected you too much anyway; with your sense of smell, you could always sense him coming.


Fuck it, you don’t feel like putting up with Erik’s whining. You’ll talk to him later when you’re in the mood. You hang up and decide to engage in one of your favorite past time ever since you became part of “society”. Drink. You head down to the bar in town.

When you enter you see it nearly empty. Usually there’s someone here that you don’t like which gives you an excuse to get into a fight. You sit down and order a Scotch. The bartender tends to let you just drink and cleans up the mess you make afterwards, but today turns out a little differently.

“Hey Wolf, some people have been wanting to see you.” The bartender says nervously.
“Oh? Do these people have a name?” you ask downing your drink.
“Well they’re in the bar right now actually, I think they’re old acquaintances of yours.”

You scan the bar, which doesn’t take long considering its almost empty. And you’ll be damned you see not one, but THREE people from the old days; you’re surprised you didn’t notice them before.

At a nearby table you see Dr. Henry Jekyll and Dr. Jack Griffin. Jack normally would be difficult to see in this dark lighting at the best of times, since he’s invisible, but he’s perfectly noticeable enough when he wears clothing. They see you and wave you to come over.

At a table in the far corner you see Dr. Alphonse Moreau. He looks like a wreck. He’s obviously been chain smoking cigarettes and drinking a lot since he got here. He sees you and desperately signals you over like he needs your help severely.

While you’re not surprised to see all these humans still alive (Mad scientists ALWAYS figure out how to extend their life spans past the normal human limit) you’re just surprised that they all want to see you and it makes you suspicious. You’ve always been mistrustful of Mad Scientist types ever since your run in with Dr. Victor Frankenstein.

You turn to the bartender for more information.

“What the hell, is there a Mad Scientist convention in town or some shit? Why are they all here and why do they want me?”
“I dunno Wolf. I think its just coincidence. Henry and Jack say they got some sort of experiment going on and want your help on it. They know you’ve been needing some money lately and they’re willing to pay you for your time. I think Henry wants to play catch up with you as well.”
“Hmm, speaking of catch, there probably is one. So why’s Moreau here? Same thing?”
“He wouldn’t elaborate too much. He says he REALLY needs help with something, and it’s not an experiment. He says he gave up trying to play God. I dunno what’s wrong though you’ll have to ask him yourself. He just said, he’s willing to do anything for you if you help him.

Well this venture to the bar seems to have become potentially lucrative; the problem is you have to deal with a bunch of humans with God complexes. (You doubt what the bartender told you about Moreau, his type never gets out of the game completely) You decide to throw caution to the wind and take one of their jobs; you feel you’ll be up to the challenge. After all its common knowledge of what you did to Victor when he tried to take advantage of you once.

All it comes down to is who you want to deal with.
> You memories (Alphonse)
The Visionary: Dr. Alphonse Moreau

Fuck Victor Frankenstein. That crackpot couldn’t compare to Moreau, and he knew it. Victor tried to “beat” Moreau in the Mad Scientist department and he failed spectacularly in everyway, and to add insult to injury, Moreau barely even acknowledged Victor’s self-created “feud” with him. Moreau was more interested in his own work more than competition. You never had any contact with Moreau mainly because he didn’t really take an interest in anything except his work.

Everyone knows Moreau was doing a lot of genetic experimentation and crossbreeding with humans and animals. Everyone also knows that Moreau was attempting to create a utopia of sorts on his island. What surprised people, is he actually succeeded to an extent. When he realized initial attempts of inflicting punishment via “The House of Pain” were just making matters worse, he scraped that idea and tried a bunch of other ideas. He wasn’t really successful with any of them until the 60s came rolling on in…

He adopted some weird hippy/communist philosophy. You’re not really sure what it all entailed really since you never really were interested in such topics like government and philosophy, (Your simple “survival of the fittest” ideology seemed to work well for you) all you know is it entailed a lot of drugs and a lot of sex.

By the end of the 70s, Moreau’s Island had achieved what no human nation ever has. No violence. No crime. No hate. A Utopia. The “citizens” of the island from what you know just mate, eat, and sleep until they die of natural causes.

While most would say that sounds like a paradise, you’d have to disagree. While the mating, eating, and sleeping all sound pretty good. Everyone there is a fucking VEGETARIAN! Even the citizens that were crossbred with carnivores such as lions, bears and (Shudder) wolves are all vegetarians, eating leaves right along side their herbivore counterparts peacefully. The thought of any predator mating with something they should normally be eating makes you ill.

Maybe you’re old fashioned, but it just ain’t natural.


You wake up in your cabin in the woods. You sit up and scratch some fleas that have infested your body. You also realize its still daylight. You hate waking up early.

You lope into the bathroom and look in the mirror where you see a canine face covered in gray fur, you remember a time when your fur was completely brown.

“You’re getting old Wolf” you say to yourself like you always do while trying to look on the bright side that at least you don’t have the mange. You think you’d just put a silver bullet in your head if you ever started to go bald.

After eating some left over mutton in the fridge and some Gummy Blobs (for the sugar “pick me up”) you ponder how you’re going to pay this month’s rent on your cabin. You call your agent Erik and see if that little pissant has found any work for you. Hopefully it’s an actual job and not just a guest speaker spot at a comic convention.

“Erik! It’s me Wolf! Pick up the fucking phone! I know you’re there!” you say when you get the answering machine.

“Erik! Get on the phone NOW, or I’m gonna go over there and shove a pipe organ up your ass!”

That got his attention.

“Wolf, I’m sorry, but I fear I’m in a deep depression.”
“What else is new? Look I need some work, got anything? I don’t even care if it’s straight to video. I just need some of the green stuff!”
“Sadly, I don’t think I do, but then I haven’t really checked…I’m so depressed. I’ve been wondering if I made the right decisions in my life…and now it’s too late for me to do anything about it, because I’m old…”
“Join the fucking club Erik! Look do you…”
“But my art, my music, that is my love and its failing me again. My latest opera isn’t doing well. I wonder if I chose the wrong thing to love and pursue. Just like I did with Christine. Oh Christine WHY couldn’t you have loved me? I loved you…”

Wonderful, he’s in full blown tortured artist mode. He can go on like this forever. You can either give up, or persist in getting something out of him.
> You memories (You)
The Werewolf: You AKA Wolf

The Werewolves nowadays are spoiled, but you are the last of the “True” Werewolves. The Alpha Wolf. The one who terrorized the wilderness and entire countrysides. Oh sure MAYBE you didn’t have a fancy accent like that damn aristocratic bloodsucker, but damn it YOU didn’t have the privilege of coming from money. You started from nothing and pulled yourself up from nothing to become a star.

You just wish you’d invested your money better, and hadn’t gotten married and…well a whole bunch of things really.

Sometimes you think about transforming into a human and living like a normal person, but you were never one to pretend. You’re a monster and you’ll DIE a monster.

Besides you’re more noticeable in your Wolf form even if you aren’t properly feared anymore. If you’re lucky you’ll get some human asking you for your autograph.

At least it’s something.

It doesn’t pay the bills on this humble cabin though. You need to make some money or you’ll be scrounging around in the forests like when you were a young pup. Not that you can’t survive, but you’re really accustomed to your “human comforts” now.

Damn civilization has had a domesticating effect on you.

But you’re still the Alpha Wolf damn it.
> Back to the story
You wake up in your cabin in the woods. You sit up and scratch some fleas that have infested your body. You also realize its still daylight. You hate waking up early.

You lope into the bathroom and look in the mirror where you see a canine face covered in gray fur, you remember a time when your fur was completely brown.

“You’re getting old Wolf” you say to yourself like you always do while trying to look on the bright side that at least you don’t have the mange. You think you’d just put a silver bullet in your head if you ever started to go bald.

After eating some left over mutton in the fridge and some Gummy Blobs (for the sugar “pick me up”) you ponder how you’re going to pay this month’s rent on your cabin. You call your agent Erik and see if that little pissant has found any work for you. Hopefully it’s an actual job and not just a guest speaker spot at a comic convention.

“Erik! It’s me Wolf! Pick up the fucking phone! I know you’re there!” you say when you get the answering machine.

“Erik! Get on the phone NOW, or I’m gonna go over there and shove a pipe organ up your ass!”

That got his attention.

“Wolf, I’m sorry, but I fear I’m in a deep depression.”
“What else is new? Look I need some work, got anything? I don’t even care if it’s straight to video. I just need some of the green stuff!”
“Sadly, I don’t think I do, but then I haven’t really checked…I’m so depressed. I’ve been wondering if I made the right decisions in my life…and now it’s too late for me to do anything about it, because I’m old…”
“Join the fucking club Erik! Look do you…”
“But my art, my music, that is my love and its failing me again. My latest opera isn’t doing well. I wonder if I chose the wrong thing to love and pursue. Just like I did with Christine. Oh Christine WHY couldn’t you have loved me? I loved you…”

Wonderful, he’s in full blown tortured artist mode. He can go on like this forever. You can either give up, or persist in getting something out of him.