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”Nobody panic! I have seen ze action movies! I am knowing what I am doing!”

Blam blam blam! Shoot the cultist for real this time!

((Sorry for the delay. Just wanted to make sure everyone was ready. Future updates’ll come much faster, I promise.))

Seeing that everyone is done with questions, the old man grunts again.

”Good. The car’s in the back, it’s the brown Bronco. Guns are located in a panel in the trunk.”

With that, you all are ushered out of the room, envelope in hand...

Several hours later

Though situated in New Jersey, Hatchwick is essentially what pops into the mind when you think "Midwestern Town". It has a main street that curves like a bow without a string, and branches off in several different directions. Northward, you have Bray Road, with the highway office on one side, and a construction site on the other. Going westwards is the downtown, filled with all sorts of small businesses and tourist traps. The town itself seems to be attempting to grow, but such plans are being nullified by the sheer mediocrity of the place.

The hospital itself is fairly nondescript, a bland beige building situated in a lot all to itself. From the outside, the whole building seems to be bustling with frantic activity, doctors and nurses scrambling to and fro. The air buzzes with a frenzied, panicked chaos. This is the state of the hospital as one particularly inconspicuous brown car pulls into the driveway.

((It’s go time people. The investigation begins now.))

You’re not old! You’re not even a person! You’re a testicle!

Inspire the spark of true love between the ninja goddess of flame and the trifold empress of outerdarkness: (4) Maximum Spin; MCreeper, RGU, Quest

IA IA! SALLY FHTAGN! THE FLAME IS THE ONE TRUE LORD OF THIS REALITY; THE REAL ONE! SALLY, THE AVATAR OF THIS WORLD'S FLAME, MUST DESTROY THIS INVADER, THIS INTERLOPER, THIS PRETENDER TO THE TRUE THRONE! ELDRITCH REALITY SHALL NOT PREVAIL THIS DAY! NO, TODAY REALITY CELEBRATES IT'S INDEPENDENCE DAY!: (4) Egan, Ziizo, ZBridges, Glass, Dolosus

”You make compelling point. Let us see if cultist magic can save them from boolet.”

Charge to the aid of my comrades! Death to the cultist bourgeoisie!

Will nods. "How about ordinance? If we're doing this quietly, we can't waltz in there with rifles over our shoulders. Do we have any contacts in the town that can cover that?"

”You’ll find a few pistols in the car we’re giving you. If all goes well you won’t have to use them.”

"Arthur West....Would he happen to be a relative of mine?"

”I don’t believe so. Not unless you have family in Hatchwick.”

J.J. Lewis rubs a hand over his face and contemplates the implications of the rapidly-spreading infection. "Do we have any labwork on the bacterium?  If we have some idea of what we're up against it we would be able to plan accordingly.  Silver rounds aren't cheap, and it'd be nice to know if cold iron would work just as well."

”Nothing that we know of. It’s possible that the hospital’s done some research already, but we don’t have access to it at this time.”

I am willingto join.

Then go! Take the save! Do it!