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'Demonic Deciduous' Logan Wellls's Journal
Logan's Journal
A plain, leather-bound journal in which John has recording some of his various activities since taking on his first Contract.
Beware the Assassin!
Downtime
One slow month
It's been almost month since my last contract. I thought htese contracts would come more often, but maybe its for the better. The old man was right though, after my last contract I've began to...regrow. Cuts and other damage to my body gets covered in moss which grows from my body, which is definately not normal, and heals at a suprisingly fast rate. This is a very good thing, it means I'll be able to recover faster, which means these contracts won't be as taxing on my normal life.
On another note I've been eyeing up the property owned by the farmer adjacent to mine. It's a farm field now, but it'd make a perfect expansion to my forest given enough time and effort. It's a corn field and has been for the past few years, so the nitrogen will have been sucked from the soild. Before I can even consider growing anything over there I'd need toy buy a ton of meneaur and wood chips to cover the ground. This would return the nitrogen to the soil, which is necessary for plants to grow healthily, and help change the soil type to something more suitable for a forest. It'lll also rerturn some topsoil which has been removed as a result of the heavy farming equipment being used year after year for decades by the looks of it. It'll be a lot of work but I'm going to need money before I can even consider doing that, I hope that old man was right about these contracts helping me complete my ambitions.
The Hospital
Downtime
From the Depths of Hell
I've been training with Ky in unarmed combat, since our last contract it's become clear I should learn to use something other than my pistol. Guns are loud, always deadly, and can be problematic on contracts. During our training my arm has gone through a...change. It's gone from being made of flesh and bone to wood. It works as good as it always has and I can still feel things with it, but it is quite...odd.
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I had a terrible dream last night, I was in a drive-in theater in my Truck watching some movie on the big screen when lava poured fourth from the earth. I managed to get atop my truck in time, others weren't so lucky. Ky happened to also be there, he was a few cars away, and I was filled with this feeling that I needed to kill him if I wanted to get out alive. Ky jumped fifty feet or so to right in front of me and bashed me relentlessly to little avail before kicking out my legs causing me to fall in the lava. I was lit ablaze and brutally killed by Ky. Needless to say breakfast the next morning was rather akward.
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Ky has asked me to drive him back down to Goshen to find some cult-like folk that are after him, he's been a big help in training and these people can't be that bad compared to what we find on Contracts.
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Fuck. It's all gone to shit. Ky is gone, we're known as cop killers, people think I'm a devilspawn and Ky the devil. I'm stuck in the sewers trying to avoid the cops, I have little hope that I'll ever be able to get back to my forest. How the hell did things get so bad?
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He's coming for me, I know it! Tom Snart, that mall cop man who somehow bested me in combat is hunting me. I see him around every corner! He's always there, watching, I'll never be able to escape these damned sewers while he watches! NEVER!
Here Lies 'Demonic Deciduous' Logan Wellls
A man of a sad fate, one who only wished to protect the earth and expand his humble forest dragged to hell and back by Ky Matranaga the Devil Incarnate. His fate was sad, condemned to the sewers and tormented by hallucinations the heroic mall cop Tom Snart. His final hours were spent covered in shit in middle-of-nowhere Nevada.
The Sons of Salem
We swear to secure our people against the wickedness and evil of the invisible world.
We swear to aid the afflicted.
We swear to stay ever vigilant and seek out the abominable witchcrafts committed in this country.
We humbly pray to be blessed by God to hold all those who consort with the Devil accountable. Amen
—Opening and closing prayer for Sons of Salem meetings.
The Sons of Salem is a loosely-organized conservative populist movement in the United States that preaches violent opposition to anything they perceive as witchcraft, demonic, or monstrous.
Blowhard podcaster Ted Gundy and former general of the mercenary group “Hognose,” Roland Rush, founded the movement in 2010 after a series of violent werewolf attacks and unexplained, supernatural murders in Tennessee. Memberships grew quickly, stoked by Ted’s fiery doomsday rhetoric on his podcast "Truth Seekers" and the aspiration of the masculine power embodied by Roland.
Although they speak of duty, honor, and maintaining the “natural order” of things, the Sons of Salem are driven by fear. They collect guns and appear at protests en-masse as a way of easing the all-consuming terror of their powerlessness. At the same time, they have conditioned themselves to respond to fear with “strength” (read: violence).