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World of Darkness: Reloaded

 Last Update: May 30, 2013

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 Session 01 by: Lord_Cygnus

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 Lizard-man Pt 1

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 Zoe’s Notes

 My team and I had a meeting with Discovery Channel network Executive,

 Herschel “Shel” Braunstein. This was our presentation for the Third Season of our
show. There would be a format change and title re-work which would now be
 called: “Secret Hunters: In Search Of…” A part of the new format change would be
having a celebrity narrator. Shel went over the ideas submitted and randomly
decided that he was interested in number twelve which was: The Lizard Man of
Scape Ore Swampland in and around Lee County, South Carolina.

Doing some research we learned quite a bit about Lee County, South Carolina
and the town of Bishopville. We contacted the Major Ennis Bryant to inform him
of our plans to visit his municipality. Mayor Bryant informed us that he just
wanted our show not to make his community look bad. Eliza Hidalgo, our
outstanding line producer, setup all of our travelling arrangements and had our
team in great shape before we were ready to leave. Our trip to Lee County was a
three day trek on our bus. We were able to do some more research on the local
myth and did a small amount of footage regarding the trip to South Carolina.

Once we arrived there in Lee County, we went to speak with the mayor and had
a very pleasant interview with him. From there, the crew went to a café that was
the local hot spot for everything relating to the Lizard Man of Scape Ore Swamp.
It was there that we met Rick, a local man that told us that he had an encounter
with the Lizard Man. He said that about a week or two ago, it ran out in front of
his truck and caused him to crash into a tree. It then tried to break into his
vehicle. We asked Rick if he could take us to the site and he agreed to do so as
long as we brought him some beer.

We got Rick his beer and he guided us to the scene of his crash on an old forest
road. Following an extensive examination of the area, Virgil Goode, our tech and
hardware guy, found a footprint of something that gave the impression of being
a cross between a human and a reptile. It had one large claw like a velociraptor
and we made a plaster cast of it. Continuing with our assessment of the vicinity,
it was Virgil once again who found a tree that appeared to be marked by a large
creature with talons similar to those from the foot imprint that we found earlier.
We built a casting box around that tree to make another impression. We really
started getting the feeling that for once we weren’t chasing a hoax.

Now we were all very excited about our ndings so far and we were determined
to nd out more, so we decided to try our luck by setting up an overnight
observation post to see if we could learn more. We were video journaling
remotely in this area of the forest as well as our own activity inside the bus and
the production van. Also, our own Marisa Romero used our network of video
cameras and laser grids to set up her own security surveillance in our van.
Several hours later we were suddenly rattled as we could hear a series of
thunderous booming sounds coming somewhere outside the range of our
cameras.

So Samuel Washington, our main camera operator, Eliza, Marisa and I formed a
search party to look for the source of the now banging and cracking sounds. I
made sure to grab my HD Camcorder with full spectrum video light, night-vision
goggles, UV LED ashlight blacklight, Mag-Lite LED Flashlight and all of us were
wearing our communication headsets. Try as we might we could not detect the
source of the noise. Then suddenly a huge tree came crashing down into our
campsite, crushing all the tents and most of our network of cameras as well as
nearly crushing our van and bus. In the aftermath we found out than Rick, who
insisted on camping out was killed by the tree that devastated our circle of tents.

We called the local sheri ’s o ce to report the accident, while we lmed and
studied the site ourselves before the o cials arrived. We gave one of the
deputies our statements. Once we had completed that, he informed us that we
should be on our way. He also said that we could come by the sheri ’s
department tomorrow for a follow-up interview with him and we retired the
hotel for an uneventful night of sleep. In the morning we had breakfast the café
and tourist trap for the local myth, where we had met Rick. No one else seemed
to have any recent encounters with the Lizard Man of Scape Ore Swamp or
seemed to have any interesting leads for us to follow.

We then went to speak with the deputy from the night before and after a small
wait, he returned to Sheri Daniel Simon’s o ce. We didn’t gather much in the
way of additional info from our visit with him, except that the site was still
considered under investigation and we were not allowed back there. We hung
around for a while to wait for the return of our cameras and other equipment
from the sheri department evidence unit. We weren’t satis ed with this dead-
end and so we deliberated about going back to the Scape Ore Swamp to see
what we could learn ourselves.

Virgil set Samuel up with some high-magni cation HD camera lenses so we could
do some long range observations of the tree and the surrounding area where it
fell. After only a few moments of scrutinizing the environment I could clearly see
that someone or something very strong used a stone axe to chop down that tree.
Now we very much wanted to gather additional evidence on this creature.
Without hesitation Virgil volunteered to draw up a search grid and each of us
took a section to sweep. As twilight began to arrive, we all came back to base
except Samuel.

We went as a group to investigate Samuel’s sector of the grid, rst we found his
camera as if he stopped lming, put the lens cap back on and then set it on the
ground. Later as it started to grow dark I found almost a thread of cloth that
perfectly matched the shirt he was wearing today. Then a bit later as the
shadows grew long we saw a ickering light in the woods and we cautiously
made for it. We found an opening it the trees, a huge camp re and much to my
horror, my very close friend of slightly more the three years, Samuel’s half-eaten
corpse roasting over it!

Eliza Journal # 1
It all started as business as usual we were headed o to south Carolina to look
for lizard men… It was my usual mundane call the mayor to inform him we were
headed there. But well what I found I refuse to put into words. I refuse to
acknowledge its reality. We went hunting for our own survival amidst death
threats.

Riz’s perspective

“We’re o to the land of alligators and assholes? Great. I’ve always been a fan of
the rednecks.” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm under control if I was paid to. Every
time they went south of Kentucky, it was the same story. Talk to the crazies and
the drunks, get no real proof of anything, and make a fast buck. Someone or
something always killed farm animals, kidnapped people, and anally probed
someone.
This time, it was apparently a lizard man. Who knew? Maybe they’d get lucky this
time, and someone didn’t get the world’s worst camera out in time for a blurry
shot of nothing interesting.

I’m ex-SWAT. I originally wanted to try to be security for this gig, mostly out of
boredom than anything else, but when I signed on, there wasn’t really a place for
it. So I’m a roadie. Granted, I’m a roadie that can put grown men on the ground
faster than they can pat my ass, but a roadie nonetheless. I drive the production
van, I pick stu up and put stu down. Between this and singing, though, I make
a pretty good living for myself, and I get to go all over the place.

It just sucked when ‘all over the place’ took them to places like bubblefuck
nowhere – otherwise known as Lee County, South Carolina.

But a job’s a job, so I do what I’ve gotta do. Like load up on bug spray because I’ll
be damned if I get West Nile. That’s still a thing.

The trip down was mostly uneventful. They usually were. Unless there’s a special
reason, I usually drive alone. It’s a nice change of pace – don’t get me wrong, I like
the crew well enough, I consider them all friends now after a couple of years. But
there’s something to be said about being able to chill with your own thoughts for
a while.

Lee County, the apparent home to twenty-thousand some-odd people ( honestly,

how much money did a [i]county[/i] spend on those cheesy little tourist signs? )
wasn’t particularly impressive by any measure. The road in was paved, but
several o shoots were gravelly and unkempt. The smell of the swamp cut cleanly
through the little dangling air freshener, only further making me wonder if this
place was actually the seat of hell.

Time would tell.

The crew met up – and I use the term ‘crew’ loosely, because we’re small in
comparison to some other setups – and we pretty much dove straight in. It might
just be my imagination, but it seemed that everyone wanted to get out of this
place as quickly as possible.

Now, let me just say that we didn’t always used to be this jaded. The produce,
Zoey, she’s got a big brain, and science is her schtick. Apparently that somehow
translated into cryptozoology or something. Combine smarts with a pretty face,
and she’s a hit. She used to have this re that we all kind of shared. We were
interested in seeing new things. On the idea of actually nding something
supernatural.

After doing this for three years, it’s hard to say we’ve all got the same gusto we
started with. Now we show up to get some footage, do a few interesting
interviews, and go about our business.

Because we attract the town nutcases ( and because we often go looking for
them ) we met up with this guy named Rick. I couldn’t really tell if he was a
natural drunk, but in exchange for beer, he gave us a little ‘gem’ – the dude
crashed because the ‘Lizard Man’ jumped out in front of him and tried to carjack
him or something. Zoey, generous as ever, totally agreed.

Apparently, though, it was a good thing. The gem was apparently a little bit legit –
Virgil, the do-it-yourself guru who can apparently make hardware stores his
bitch, made a plaster mold of a footprint that wasn’t really human, but also not
like any lizard that Zoey could think of. Eliza, who in my experience, is so nice
that sometimes I want to strangle her, was hopeful.

I hate it when we get hopeful. When we nd things we can’t exactly explain.

Because when we do that, we all get excited, then we get let down. It makes for
good television, I guess, but if I had a dollar for every beer –I- drank because of
that shit… well. I’d probably be as drunk as Rick.

“It’s always a hoax.” I pointed out. Virgil was on my side for this one. We obviously
didn’t say that in front of Rick, but I hate it when we break our spirits. Still,
apparently we had enough to camp out – Virgil and I set up a grid of goodies so
that if anything interesting happened we’d capture it.

We were all woken up by things going nuts, apparently. There were sounds – too
deep to be gunshots, too precise to be explosions – that were outside our eld of
vision. Our grid wasn’t big enough, which was weird, since we basically covered
every square inch. Later, when we looked over the footage, we didn’t nd
anything at all.

“So, we’re doing the ghost hunter thing?” I teased, though inside, I was a bit
worried. Animals don’t make sounds like that. We geared up for night vision, as
we usually do for an episode, so we could run around at night and scare
ourselves silly. “Yeap. Ghost hunter thing.” I managed. I stopped at the
production van before we headed out and made sure I had a gun with me.

I may not be paid to be security, but I like my guns. They make me feel better,
and so long as I’ve got one, we’re going to be ne.

Unfortunately – and I mean that – the sound was apparently doing what it was
supposed to. We went out to look around, and we didn’t nd anything remotely
interesting, though the sound moved. So whatever it was, it was smart enough to
avoid us, and smart enough to set up a trap. Back at the camp, all of our
surveillance stu , and Rick, had pretty much been screwed up by a tree. Not just
a branch or whatever. The whole –tree.- Rick bit the bullet. At least he went
quick.

Footage and a phone call later, the police showed up and things went downhill
from there. We were ushered away, because it was a crime scene until they
found a reason to release it. Made sense to me – at least they weren’t trying to
pin anything on us.

The next day was the kind of day you’d like to sleep in on. We’d all been up way
too late, but that wasn’t the way we worked. We went back out to the place, but
found it was still pretty much blocked o . With some of our remaining gear, Sam
did the long-range shots to get some pictures and footage. Apparently, it was
good enough that Zoey was able to see the thing had been brought down
intentionally. The tree’d been cut down – ‘cut’ being a really bad word in this case
– and smashed to bits with what amounted to a big rock if I understood right.

Someone made the decision to spread out, and considering we didn’t have any
rm proof that it was murder, we apparently all thought it was a good idea.

Sam probably thought otherwise, before he got eaten. I’m not exaggerating. He’d
been spitted, roasted, and half eaten. The shock was palpable, because this had
been –routine.- Nothing unusual. Until now, no one had been seriously injured
on this project. Yeah, we’d all had minor mishaps, but nothing like this.

Any thoughts that last night hadn’t been a murder? Gone.

Virgil’s Itemized Expense List

S03E01 (Part 1):

1. Basic Pup Tent ($25)

Used as a shelter on site while investigating possible Lizardman of Scape Ore
Swamp in South Carolina. The tent was destroyed by a falling tree that killed a
local named Rick by a trap set by the crazy wild man god entity named Woden.
Even if it could be recovered, it might be considered evidence by the
incompetent local police.

2. Professional Quality Ceramic Casting ($35)

Used to take foot prints o trees during our investigation. The lizard man was
not found but Woden’s later command to hunt a dragon leads me to believe the
prints are of a smaller dragon of some sort. Regardless, the casting are not
reusable other than as another prop for the production van.

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