text: 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.
  > persist
  "Oh boo fucking hoo, your latest Opera hasn't been doing too well lately. At least people are paying to see the goddamn thing! As bad of a composer, and musician you are, you oughta be glad anyone's even paying to see the goddamn thing! People don't want to see anything with me in it! And at least you've got another job to fall back on LIKE BEING AN AGENT THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING ME A FUCKING JOB!" you snarl.
  
  There's some dead air briefly and then Erik begins talking again.
  
  "You're right. I shouldn't be complaining about my problems to you. You of course know all about torment. A war that wages within you, a beast that... "
  "Erik I've got no time and I'm in no mood to hear how we're supposed to be kindred spirits, you just better tell me you found something for me and it better not be another guest speaker spot at a comic convention!"
  "Well let's see... I dunno. Werewolves aren't popular anymore you know... there might be something... here it is! It's called Wolf Pack."
  "Pack? That implies more than one wolf on the set there Erik. Well I suppose I can share the spotlight with some others. As long as I'm in charge of course." You say.
  "Er... well according to this, you'd be the old cranky grandpa wolf that makes a bunch of rude remarks."
  "What?! What kind of stupid shit is that?"
  "Yeah that's the stuff." Erik replies not catching on.
  "I mean what the hell kind of movie is this?"
  "Its uh... let's see... oh here. It's a horror comedy about a werewolf family and how they
  adjust to human society. Looks like you'll be playing with a lot of young pups as you'd call them."
  "WHAT?! NO! What the fuck Erik? I'm a fucking monster not something to be fucking laughed at! And they already did a movie like that a long time ago and it sucked!"
  "Well that's all I got. Maybe you could talk to the director to make changes since they also wrote it. I'm sure you and her are familiar with each other. You had an affair with her for quite some time."
  "Uh, you wanna narrow that list down Erik?"
  "It's Mary. You know, the one who used to be married to Frankie, until your affair broke up both of your marriages?"
  
  Erik's new information didn't exactly make you any more enthusiastic to want to take the job.
  > take the job anyway
  "Alright I'll take the job, just tell me where its at." You say.
  
  After Erik gives you the information, you ride your Harley to the studio.
  
  When you arrive on the set, you see a bunch of snot nosed wolflings hanging around trying to look "tough". Some of them are in human form, but you can smell them for who they truly are though. These cubs today, you swear they would've never lasted back in the old days. All flash and nothing to back it up. (Though you don't mind looking at the young females that are there) That's why they hang out in packs. You never did that even when you were young. You were always a lone wolf.
  
  "Hey who's the fossil?" one of them asks.
  "Hey Grandpa, the remake of Old Yellow is next door!"
  
  This causes a howl of laughter from all of them, until you confront the one who said it. Probably the leader no doubt. Not even in wolf form. Pathetic.
  
  "I'm going to give you time to transform into a more adequate fighting form before I neuter you." You calmly explain.
  "You? You're like 300 years old! I could take... "
  
  Can't say you didn't give him a chance.
  
  You immediately pounce on him, knocking him down while clamping your jaws on his face and digging your fangs in.
  
  "HOLY SHIT DUDE!" one of them shouts.
  "Oh my god he's killing him!" a female screams.
  "Get him off of him, get him off of him!"
  
  While them all attempt to pull you off of their leader you hear a familiar voice that gets your attention.
  
  "Well, I see Erik passed my script over to you, good. I'm also glad to see you're still as anti-social as usual Wolf." Mary says as you finally get off of your misguided heckler and approach her. She still looks the same, though she looks a lot better now that she got rid of that hair style she used to have and dyed it blonde.
  "Just re-establishing the proper hierarchy, nothing more."
  "Hmm, always the Alpha Male, that was what I always loved about you. So primal. Maybe later I can dress in a little red cloak and we can reenact a fairy tale."
  "Some fairy tale, as I remember you loved a lot of beings."
  "Hey I can't help who I am. I was created this way."
  "Just like Frankie eh?"
  "Don't you compare me to that sicko! Yes we are controlled by our genetics to a certain degree, but as you damn well know I rose above them! I made my own identity. I'm a successful director and writer now, so what if I have a healthy sexual appetite? There's nothing wrong with that, I'm sure you'd agree given all the beings you had your way with before, after and DURING your marriage!"
  "Look never mind all that. I got a real problem with this film." You say side stepping her correct accusation.
  "What's wrong with it?"
  "What's wrong with it? Are you kidding me? It sucks! It makes a mockery of werewolves! You even named one of them fucking Benji!"
  "Well comedy is popular now. Plus children like monsters just as long as they aren't too scary, so I was hoping to make it a family film."
  "ARRGH! I don't DO family films! This is insulting and demeaning!"
  "How? Come on Wolf. In most horror movies you've made you always got killed in the end by a human, how was that any less demeaning?"
  "Because at least I was portrayed as feared monster that killed a bunch of people! I can play ball with the humans and their idealistic notion of good always having to overcome evil and all that... but THIS! This makes me into a fucking joke! I can't even believe you of all people wrote this... no wait I can. You fucking undead don't have any consideration for anyone, but yourselves."
  "You know I'm technically not even undead, I'm created from several dead bodies. I'm more of a golem." Mary attempts to correct you.
  "Who gives a shit, you're still basically a walking corpse, and your flesh is dead. You're Undead in my book."
  "You know for someone who hasn't been able to find a job in months and is basically just rotting away in his little cabin, you'd think that you'd be a little more appreciative. I wrote this with you in mind you hairy bigoted asshole!"
  
  You don't know whether to take that as an insult or as an attempt for her to try to make amends for the past.
  > take it as an insult
  "So you had me in mind eh? Well that proves it. You think I'm a joke because that's how you wrote the character."
  "What? No! I just... "
  "I see your time with that bloodsucker was well spent. Learning how to exploit and leech right? Look maybe you can pull this shit with those puppies over there, but I ain't fucking one! I don't need the money that badly. I'll go fucking live my twilight years in the forest and DIE there as nature probably intended. I don't need this shit."
  
  As you turn to leave, Mary shouts at you.
  
  "Yeah, that's right go on leave Mr. Lone Wolf! You'll fucking die alone, you stubborn bastard! I tried to help you! Erik tried to help you and you don't appreciate any of it! That's why none of your children speak to you and... "
  
  You run back over to her and slam her into the wall. You stare at her face to face as she struggles to get free. She's strong, but you manage to keep her pinned. She really pissed you off and you were already pissed off to begin with.
  
  "Fuck you, and fuck Erik! You two don't know shit about me, never did. I'm through with the pair of you! In fact I think I'll be taking something with me since you're so worried about me being alone... "
  
  You release Mary and go over to the wolflings who look a little worried that you're going to cause harm to them. Many of them cast their eyes downward.
  
  "Hey, you want to be REALLY tough? You want to really raise some hell? Come with me. If you want to stay under the thumb of this patchwork dead bitch and be exploited and mocked, stay here.
  
  Your statement alone convinces all of them. They all follow you, even the one you made an example of. Mary attempts to call everyone back, but it's useless, you've taken control of the pack and they'll do what you want now.
  
  And right now you want to get into a fight. You think about all the people and creatures that wronged you in some way and only two of them keep coming to mind consistently.
  
  One is that fucking Dr. Victor Frankenstein. If it wasn't for him, Frankie and Mary wouldn't have been created in the first place which also means you wouldn't have gotten yourself into trouble all those years ago. You wouldn't have had to put up with his "children" taking jobs away from you. Not to mention he sued you once.
  
  But the one who you REALLY despise, is that bisexual bloodsucker. Fucking Dracula or Vlad, or whatever the hell he's calling himself these days. The disgust you have for him and the reasons are too numerous to list here.
  > go kick Victor's ass
  Your recent dealings with Mary, have made you think about all the shit you've had to put up with from that no talent dickhead. No human has ever given you such trouble. You know he's still alive. (Mad scientists always find ways of prolonging their lives somehow) That won't be true for long though, if you get your way. You killed him once before. This time you're going to make sure he stays that way.
  
  He's probably got whatever crappy inventions and experiments protecting his castle and from what you know, Frankie's still living with his "Dad" as well.
  
  You don't give a fuck, you'll kill him too. You figure you'll be doing the world a favor as well as getting some satisfaction. Besides, you've got to show these wolflings what being a werewolf is all about.
  
  "All right you cubs! We're going to go raise some fucking hell. We're going to Frankenstein's Castle. We're going to rip the place apart brick by brick, and I'M going to rip Victor apart limb from limb."
  "Erm... Castle Frankenstien? Isn't that where Frankie lives?" one of the wolflings asks.
  "I heard he's really powerful, didn't he fight Dracula and win?"
  'I dunno if we should mess with him."
  
  You can't believe your ears! These snot nosed pups know nothing of their heritage! Back in the old days they would've been killed and eaten for such cowardice!
  
  "Goddammit are you Wolves or fucking Chihuahuas? Frankie's a fucking pussy! I personally kicked his ass before and I'll do it again all by myself if I have too! Now are you going to run with me and be a fucking Wolf or are you going to go back home with your tails tucked between your legs?"
  
  After looking at each other for awhile they all agree to go with you.
  
  "Good! Now I want all of you to transform into your wolf form too! I'm traveling with fellow wolves not humans!"
  
  Just before one of the females begins to transform, you stop her. She's dressed in a short leather skirt and a tight white t-shirt that's tied in the center and has long flowing brown hair. You can smell that she's in heat. You hate to coin a pun, but she literally is one hot l'il bitch.
  
  "Erm, not you. You stay in your human form; I kind of like the whole teenage slut look you got going on. In fact you come here right now; you'll be traveling on my bike with me." You say.
  
  As she slides in behind you and holds on, you ask her one more question.
  
  "So what's your name?"
  "Ginger. What's your name, you never did tell us."
  "Wolf. Just Wolf baby. Remember it. You'll be screaming it later."
  
  Damn you're so fucking cool, you think as you start up your Harley and ride ahead of the pack.
  
  (You'd probably be even cooler if these pups weren't all riding those Japanese "crotch rocket" bikes, but that'll have to be another lesson for another day)
  
  After a couple of days of riding, and a few "pit stops" with Ginger, you all eventually reach Castle Frankenstein. You park your bikes at the gate, and size the place up, which now looks a lot different. It looks like a damn Nazi fortress now, there's guard towers and everything. It seems Victor has been keeping himself very busy in recent years.
  
  As it begins to rain, a familiar voice calls to you from one of the towers.
  
  "Its you. Vic always knew you'd return one day. I never believed him though. I guess I owe him fifty bucks."
  
  You look up and see Igor, he looks different too. He has a lot of clumsy cybernetic implants, one of them being some sort of gun in place of an arm. More of Vic's "handy work" no doubt. He's still got that damn hump on his back though.
  
  "Igor? You still alive? I thought your ungrateful master would've just let you die of old age and get himself another assistant. I see he did a real good job of improving you though. Tell me, how's it feel to be the real brains, never getting the credit and continuing to be a doormat?"
  "I'm happy with my lot in life. How's it feel to be broke ass overgrown dog who's trying to relive his lost youth?" Igor retorts back.
  "Don't know yet. I'll tell you before I shove that metal arm up your ass."
  
  Well looks like the fight's starting here.
  > attempt to climb over the gate before Igor can get off a shot
  In your prime you would've been able to scale the gate, climb the tower and rip Igor's head off all without getting hit.
  
  Unfortunately you aren't in your prime anymore. Igor's having trouble aiming his awkward arm-gun, but with as many bullets as it pumps out he doesn't need to be completely accurate. While you're attempting to climb over the gate he hits you several times.
  
  Naturally those bullets are silver.
  
  You crash to the wet ground with a loud CLANK! sound, as the rest of the pack go running away with their tails between their legs.