| From: | Doctor Doom <jch8169@*******.TAMU.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Wendigo Stories |
| Date: | Wed, 14 Sep 1994 22:13:46 -0500 |
deletions and all that) asked about Wendigo stories:
Our group was in Detroit on a mission which, as should already be
determined by the locale, took us rather far afield. Among our company
is a northern sasquatch who worked under the handle of Flare. His
coloration, owing to his native habitat, was white rather than the usual
brown of slightly more southern subspecies.
While engaging in a little bit of reconnoitering/intelligence gathering, we
happened by a trideo theater playing the most recent Neil the Ork flicks,
"Neil the Ork Barbarian Goes Bad."
Neil, hero to millions, had in the course of the film, apparently
contracted HMHVV and metamorphosed into a Wendigo; much of the habits and
behavior of Wendigo were exhibited in the film.
The most recent showing had just expiated and the theater was disgorging
Neil devotees when an unfortunate incident occured.
As it happens, Wendigo and Sasquatch (at least those of white coloring) look
remarkably alike. In fact, we later learned the film maker had hired a
short northern sasquatch for the role of Neil during his Wendigo phase.
One of the theater's patrons espied Flare and let out an audible gasp.
Our resident Cat shaman, Bast, sought to defuse the situation before it
got decidedly ugly and cast Influence on the woman in question, planting
the idea that she "loved" Flare. Fully under the effects of the
spell, she approached him with arms outstretched.
Most unfortunately, one of the many powers of Wendigo is Influence, which
it often uses to lure its victims, and the patrons know this from the film.
Now, members of the crowd are shouting, "Wendigo!"
Bast, still valiantly (or vainly), attempting to ameliorate the sentiments
already mounting, casts Invisibility on Flare -- yet another tactic used
by Wendigo.
NOW, we have a mob which is /screaming/, "WENDIGO!" The panic spreads,
and the situation devolves into a full-scale riot. Charming.
Myself and the other members? Watching with horror and disbelief, at the
first sign of trouble I faded into the background as best I could
(muttering, "I am going to kill her, I am GOING to kill her.") followed
by the others -- abandoning Bast who watches uncomprehendingly as the
(metaphorical) flames she fanned reach flash-point.
What made it worst was the fact that:
1. Bast's player did it completely unconsciously.
2. The Game Master laughing so hard every time Bast tried to improve the
situation. We could not have played into his hands better if we had
been /trying/ to do so.
Flare with another of our players sought shelter elsewhere, and hearing a
voice ("In here.") went into an abandoned building. Guess what? A /real/
Wendigo . . . who had probably watched the entire thing and only invited
them in because he, too, mistook Flare for one of his own. Then he said,
"I'm hungry." in a suggestive voice. Flare, a mute, indicated the rioters
outside like a maitre-d' exhibiting the evening's special of a five-star
restaurant.
The Wendigo jumped into the fray, approaching it as a smorgasbord of sorts.
Police and para-military units had been summoned to the scene, and after an
short but violent battle, the Wendigo expired.
Still, all in all, despite the harrowing experience, none of us were
injured and we later realized how very amusing the entire episode was.
Even to this day, the cry of "Wendigo!" is a catch-phrase with our group,
and invariably draws dirty/exasperated looks from Flare's player.
Colonel Count von Hohenzollern und von Doom, DMSc, DSc, PhD.
Doom Technologies & Weapon Systems -- Dark Thought Publications
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