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PART III- THE HUMBOLDT LYCANTHROPE

Atop the terracotta roof I sit, a blanket of stars and moonlight above. Fools. They know nothing. I and the cult of Tobbit are one. I have been a servant of Lord Tobbit since my shape-shifting gift was given. Twas the dark lord and horned master who made me this way and forever will my allegiance and heart be with him. Banning is my mentor. In my heart it is he whom I owe all to.

To think that they try to control what is wild, feral and free. Nothing can cage me. I will do what I want. They tried to make me their killer. Trained me to kill. That horror back there in England I committed; it was Empy and Jay that paid me to do it! Ripping that poor nerd to pieces! Do you think I wanted to do that? No.

The worse part is I don't even know why they pay me to do these things. Strange bad blood about terrible grammar, administrative rights, deleted stories, formatting, I don't know what the fuck they are talking about! Do I look like I know anything about formatting? Just a drunk werewolf paid to kill and then make hospital food out of the remains when I return to my human form?

But the mistake they made was turning me into a killer.

Now I have a taste for it. Blood. Human flesh. Oh, how that whore tasted good. True they had paid me to go and kill that tourist. But I couldn't. I killed the whore instead. I couldn't kill that guy. He was my friend. My buddy. In the past we had had long philosphical discussions about Jim Morrison and Lovecraft. There was simply no way they were going to pay me to kill my good friend Koromo. And that was that.