Psi 17 was sent to an old town that had been abandoned long ago after a coal mine underneath it caught fire and exposed people to toxic gasses. In that town was an old pizzaria and entertainment resturant called Fuzzy Wuzzy’s Fungeon.

Once inside, it became clear pretty fast that it was possessed and out to kill the visiting Demonhunters. Raunchy Rock’em Sock’em Robots, killer video games, claw machines going too far, and killer automatons all went after the team. As they dodged perils from all sides, they learned that something was after a nephilim (That’s me! – Sera) and they were using child sized demons or possibly imps to get to them.

All these dangers culminated in a show down verses various video game characters and the automatons Voltroning up into a gigantic mega-beast. The team gathered together to pool their resources and burned it down into a slag heap and won the day.

Still, there was a nagging feeling that maybe the Hunters are the ones being hunted.

GM Note: In the spirit of doing something different and really letting the players in on the story, I decided to do a sort of improv game session. With no idea what to expect, I told the players to write down a suggestion on an index card to determine certain things in the game. The categories were: style/theme, animal, one of the sins, something funny, something nasty, an innocent thing, and a sport. My job throughout the night was to randomly choose a card and then integrate it into the story, not as easy as it turned out.

After all of their run-ins in Minot, North Dakota, Omega 13 was re-stationed to a place of lesser activity. They were commended on their actions and sent to Moose Jaw, Minnesota. They acquired a new vehicle, a deep brown El Camino, always perfect for team transport, and were issued a new cipher as well. This Class IV cipher came with a few personality bugs and quirks but seemed to work well enough, except for the bursts of Japanese.

Settling down in Moose Jaw proved easier than expected. The All American Brent Adams immediately ran off to join/start a local wrestling company that took him away from his Brotherhood duties. Ki went off to search for enlightenment and ‘booty’. Larry claimed he was going to look for treasure in the pockets of the local townsfolk, you know, for research. Apparently you can learn a lot about folks by what they used to carry in their pockets. That left Sera, Wren, Cole, and the Cipher to investigate an anomaly nearby.

They headed towards the Moose Jaw Arena where the possible supernatural activity was occurring. The annual Rhythmic Gymnastics tournament was occurring that same night, rhythmic gymnastics being something Moose Jaw was well known for of course. The place had been sold out due to the great interest of the local population. So an alternative means of entry was needed. Luckily the group could enter as a last minute participant, music would be provided of course so all the girls would have equal advantage. But, the only one that could do it in the group was Cole.

So Cole and Wren would prepare for his routine, they had paid the entrance fee after all, and the Cipher and Sera would look around for clues.

Cole did not feel he had to prepare for much, he was Cole after all and what more was needed? Glitter! And tights! And make-up! Possibly a sock for the balcony seats! Wren was in her element making the already striking looking Cole even more memorable. To add to the mix, she cast a few lighting spells to help his routine. As Cole entered the arena, a rousing Celtic sounding song, March of the Cambereth came on. Cole stumbled a bit at first because that was the last thing he expected to hear, but quickly got in step. He used his flame powers to ignite the torches and dance like he had never danced before. He was a maniac! Cole had become the new Lord of the Dance! Children shriek in joy, women swooned at his power, and even the men shed a tear for his swan-like grace. At the end of his routine, he was showered with roses, phone numbers (guys and girls), ribbons, panties, money, jewelry, boxers, and more. Moose Jaw would never forget this delicate angel of rhythmic gymnastics … ever.

While that was going on, Sera looked around for anyone suspicious. She saw a man in the catwalks above the arena floor. She quickly ran up to confront the strange figure. He breathed heavily and wore a black coat that seemed to darken his entire body. He spoke with a deep, yet noble voice. The figure looked like he was going to loosen a light to fall on one of the contestants, possibly Cole!? Sera did not want to shoot her guns, so she grabbed a pipe and shouted at the man to stop. He turned around with a pipe of his own and now they clashed on the catwalk above the stunning performance of Cole. Pipes hummed like bees every time they were swung, and occasionally, sparks flew when they clashed. This was a minorly epic duel of the fates. Eventually, Sera knocked down the man only to see the light begin to fall. Quickly she rushed over and caught the last of the cord holding the light. Cole was safe and … beautifully dancing. Tired, Sera returned the light only to find that her dark invader had left while she was distracted.

As the Cipher began scanning the area for details, she found herself downstairs, in the boiler room. She noticed some movement. The Cipher closed in to investigate and found a little girl in a white dress. The girl claimed she was lost and that the Cipher needed to help her, the Cipher was her only hope. Feeling an odd sense of familiarity, the Cipher helped the little girl back to the arena where the moves of Cole had brought happiness and joy into even the hardest of hearts. The girl thanked the Cipher and ran off to find her mother.

After all his adoring fans had left and the numbers were put into his Rolodex, Cole was ready to join the investigation. Omega 13 had regrouped and decided to search the rest of the arena for the dark invader. A quick scan by the Cipher was inconclusive as the basement seemed to block all of her sensory capabilities. Logic dictated that was where they should go.

The basement was dark and quiet with a sense of foreboding. Searching all around the only thing they found was the girl that the Cipher had helped bracelet in the trash compactor. Sera pulled the plug on the machine so it could not start up, and helped the Cipher retrieve the bracelet. Suddenly the trash compactor began to close threatening to crush the poor Cipher.

Cole and Wren searched a hallway and found the dark invader, they confronted him, but he seemed to be able to push them back with a mere wave of his hand. Who was this powerful stranger?

Sera tried to stop the compactor, but nothing was working. Thinking fast, the Cipher jabbed her arm into the mechanism and broke it off to buy her time to safely get free of the compactor. It then began to ooze something nasty. Poop.

The Dark invader threatened Cole and Wren with death and then summoned a gigantic wave of ….. poop. (Sigh. There is something wrong with my gaming group.) I filled the hallway as the dark invader left safe and clean. Now all four of the Brotherhood members were faced with a dire circumstance. How to avoid the …. nasty. Each of them jumped, dodged, climbed, and hid from the nasty filth that surrounded them. When the wave of ick was done, they left the place for a shower and some research.

It turns out that the little girl that the Cipher helped had gone missing long ago from a playground nearby. Omega 13 had decided that it would be a good idea to check it out. So, after cleaning themselves off and getting the Cipher a replacement hand, they headed off to the park. When they got there, they saw that the playground equipment had been arranged into a magic circle of a sort, most likely by accident. Cole saw a see-saw and began arguing with it, while Wren saw a good climbin’ tree and had to investigate.

That is when the dark invader showed up and revealed that he was working for his master. The master appeared, robbed and bent over, high pitch cackling erupting every so often. His master was a demonic …. marmoset, filled with lust, and wielding the … (sigh) Ass-Ball Plug. His master was a Demonic Lusty Butt Monkey. (seriously, something very wrong with my gaming group)

DLBM began chanting as the dark invader attacked. Eventually, Cole and Wren joined after they were free from distractions. Just when they were close to victory, dark energy exploded out and healed them. Cole made his pecs dance and challenged DLBM, which got the vile violator very excited. The fight raged on and Cole’s posterior got poked … repeatedly … like it was starting to get uncomfortable … and weird. Anyhow, the master summoned up his ultimate weapon … the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.

It was at this point that the group began to realize something was off (this point? THIS POINT? That’s it I’m outta here. This is some ridiculous crap, I have had enough. I try to do something new, exciting and fun. Bring the player in on the story. Let them have some fun and control and they bring me POOP! Lusty Butt Monkeys!? REALLY?! Yeah something is off, my player need therapy is what it is. I’m done. Droppin’ the mic. I’m outtie like an 8-track!!!!!)

(Ahem, sorry about that. I’m better now.)

It was at this point that the group began to realize something was off and that this was all probably an illusion. Wren began working on a counter-spell while the other provided support. Cole fought off the sugary sweet colossus, dark invader, and the .. Lusty Butt …. Monkey, while the Cipher helped her out with the complex variables in the spell, and Sera provided leadership and spell casting advice. The spell worked and the illusions were banned leaving behind nothing but a small wind up monkey banging cymbals together and a Darth Vader action figure missing his slide out light-saber and bearing a few doggie chew marks. They day had been saved, even though there was really no threat, but a lingering question filled their (dirty minded) thoughts. If this was an illusion, who cast the spell?

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.

Tink, tink.

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.

Tink, tink.

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.

Chapter Omega 13 has been observing the relatively dead zone of Minot, North Dakota for a few months and the boredom is killing them, figuratively …. maybe. Dan had been building weapon racks (a lot of them!) and practicing his wrestling moves, while others had been keeping their skills honed and ready for battle, or most likely a really vigorous scouting mission … at the local Hot Topic. Which has, on occasion, been almost successful, barely. Anyhow, little did our unsuspecting Hunters know that that their day was about to get better.

The Cipher had picked up an unusual occurrence at a nearby old folk home, Peters House of the Immaculate Colostomy Bag. Apparently, there was some sort of ruckus in the home that sounded odd … or at least odd enough to warrant a look see. So, the team loaded up in their beat up Aztec with barely enough room to hold them all and headed to the home to see if there was something supernatural about.

Upon pulling entering the home, Dan was hit right in the face with a fold up chair triggering his wrestling instincts and he immediately leapt into the fray. Reluctantly, the others joined trying to diffuse the situation. As it turns out, the elderly were missing all of their teeth and possessed advanced strength, agility, and endurance. Sure the missing teeth could be explained away normally, but when a granny with a coin purse flail whoops your ass, you best believe that this is something the Brotherhood should check out. Especially an Omega chapter.

The action grew intense as Dan ran back and forth asking if people submitted, and counting people out, always making sure both shoulders were on the mat (err, ground). The tide was turning against Omega 13 until Sera tagged in Dan who immediately went to work. He launched himself off of a desk and landed the (Old) People’s Elbow on the Coin Purse Amazon™ and beat here cleanly with a 1 .. 2.. 3!!!

The fight ended and Omega 13 asked around to see if anything unusual happened lately. A few more questions in and sirens were heard off in the distance. It was time to leave. They all filed out the door with Dan backing away hands held in victory. He thanked them all and told them to say their prayers and take their vitamins before disappearing into the Aztec, still singing his entrance music.

While in the car, the Cipher located a strange reading in a business district, meatpacking warehouse. There was supernatural activity afoot and they should investigate before calling in a higher level chapter. Sera took this opportunity to try and prove that her team (with her leadership) was able to handle bigger threats and needed to the higher than Omega. So, they quickly drove to the meatpacking district!

Once there, they quietly approached the warehouse only to be confronted by Mobster Tooth Faeries. These unseelie fae like to take teeth and trade them, using them like currency. They eventually want to move up to Chicago, into the big leagues. They only needed a couple more hundred teeth to join up. Luckily for them, some donors had just shown up. They pulled out their wands and shot at them with buckshot glitter.

Sparkling and furious, Omega 13 decided to take these buggers out. They closed in on them and began fighting the fae. Unfortunately, the little mobsters were armed with pliers and stole teeth more than fought. Outraged at the loss of teeth, the team fought even harder, attacking these half a foot tall critters in an epic battle that kind of looked like a kid playing with action figures. Although the fae gave as good as they got, they were defeated by formidable Omega 13!

Realizing that there was probably more Mobster Faeries in the warehouse, they decided to report in on what was going on like they were supposed to do. Dan kept whistling through his missing teeth and claiming he was like Mick Foley now, proud to be ruthless and toothless! Sera stared out the window and hoped this would not look too bad to the rest of the Brotherhood.