A few weeks had passed since their altercation with the Tooth Fairies and Omega 13 was growing restless. Dan had changed his identity to The All American Brent Adams, a personality more fitting for a face. Wren and Larry had joined up with the group as Sera thought they would be a good fit. Cabin fever was hitting pretty hard.
Sera was practicing her magic and gunslinging in between her moderation of the Anti-Tank Sally Fan Club. Wren had begun her own underground club scene in Minot, North Dakota. Ki was deep into his meditation, and if he did not finish it he would get … cranky. Larry was working on his Numismatics (coin collecting), something he took very seriously. The All American Brent Adams was still the undefeated World Champion of his wrestling alliance, membership was mostly retired guys and local high school athletes.
At long last, the Cipher informed the group of some strange activity in the area. There were behaviors that were flagged as being possible supernatural events nearby: missing persons, strange noises and the smell of fudge. So Sera assembled the team into their lime green Aztec and roared off to locate the disturbance and call in a higher ranking chapter to take care of the problem. Unsurprisingly, only one of those things would be happening.
Arriving at the sewer, they hear some strange groaning noises and headed towards the locked door of the sewer entrance. Larry stepped up, unlocked the door, and opened it up. A loud thump and groan was heard and Larry immediately curled up into an ass-ball. The rest of the team looked around to find the noise just in time to see large claws come up from the ground, surround the Aztec, and drag it down towards certain doom. With metallic wrenching noises, the vehicle disappeared into the ground leaving nothing but a crater behind.
Wren went to investigate the slimy hole left by the creature only to be rewarded by a very friendly tentacle attempting to drag her down to an uncertain dewmmmm (doom I say!). The team rallied together to free her from the tentacle, and plug the hole the tentacle came out of. (GM: I am reluctant, but forced, to note that the object used to plug the hole was to be referred to as the “Assball Plug”. I have never felt more terror in my life than the realization that this game could be won using said “Assball Plug”.)
Investigating the sewers, the team was waist deep in scum and muck of unmentionable origins (poop!) looking for their foes. A clashing metal sound, know as the “tink tink” noise, was heard in the distance leading the team in that direction. An object was found in the muck and The All American Brent Adams went to investigate. It turned out to be a rotted, chewed on torso. Not satisfied with just a piece, The All American Brent Adams dug around the smelly gunk to find the rest of the chunks. Unfortunately in doing so, he unclogged a drain forcing a rush of filth down the newly created hole that began to drag Wren down with it. Luckily, The All American Brent Adams caught her and with dramatic flare lifted her to safety. A few quick moves by Ki Lo Ni and the others led to everyone’s safety.
From further on in the depths of the sewer the sound grew louder as Omega 13 came closer to their quarry. They came upon an opening of some sort where there were three cultists in a circle and groups of mooks, kooks, and spooks wielding axes around them clanging the axe heads together.
The crazy, cultist axe-men closed in on our beloved chapter as the cultists chanted on. Wren closed in on the cultists to try and determine who or what they were summoning. Swishing axes, blazing guns, body slams, and boots to the head circled the room as the fracas continued, Larry was still ass-balling in the corner. The fight stopped briefly when Larry back stabbed a cultist unfortunately activating the summons with the fresh blood. And then it came …
A sickly, thick squarting sound bellowed as a slimy, scaly, putrid, and gas emitting demon-thingy emerged. It roared as it immediately consumed the back stabbed cultist. It was a C.H.U.D.
Once again, the battle raged on against the minions and the C.H.U.D. It was savage, brutal, and smelly. Just when the C.H.U.D. seemed about to die, it consumed another cultists completely and regained it’s strength. Elbows dropped, illusions distracted, fists were furious, bullets flew, and backs were stabbed. In the end, Omega 13 won. They were covered with sewage, gore, sweat, and maybe a few tears, but they were victorious. The cultists were silenced and the C.H.U.D. was dispatched with extreme prejudice.
The Chapter slow-mo’d victory walked through the scum to exit when the record scratched and a growl was heard. In front of them, the sewage tunnel seemed to be disappearing in the maw of a large slug-like beastie. It was devouring the tunnel, sludge, and the team if they did not react fast.
Sera quickly drew her sigils in the air chanting the names of angels to activate a portal from where they were to outside, trying to escape the devouring demon. The team quickly stepped through, but the fast demon followed them through their own portal. Roaring into the night the beast went to devour Omega 13 whole. Their only chance was to work together to end this threat once and for all.
Sera began a summoning spell that would take a few moments to finish so the team each helped in their own way. The All American Brent Adams and Ki flanked the beast, thwacking it on the side to keep it on the right track. Wren cast an illusion over Sera so the demon would not detect her actions. Larry prepared the finishing touch. Sera’s spell completed and the demon began to implode from this reality altogether.
As it curled in on itself, the Cipher appeared briefly only to be crushed in the imploding mass of filth and unholy slugness. The demons body collapsed in on itself as Larry ran up and sealed it off with the “Assball Plug”. (GM: Dammit!) Interdimensional grumbling was heard as the demon tried one last time to live, but failed utterly. The cork popped out and the team was sprayed with demon bit and interdimensional sewage. The “Assball Plug” fell to the ground, quickly followed by the Cipher’s goggles.
With no vehicle or Cipher, the group slowly walked back to town, disgusted, but victorious. Every splich, splut that their drenched shoes made as they walked reminded them of the night’s events. Suddenly, they were shrouded in light. A policeman had spotted them, but upon his recognition of their current state, and the girls he just clicked off his light and shooed them on, shaking his head hoping they were just delusions.