MANGLER
"So you have pieced together the clues, followed the trail of blood, and ended up here, in this lost and abandoned place. You want the truth about the Mangler, the fiend blamed for all of the missing persons and occasional mutilated corpses found in the area? I see the desire burning in your eyes… is it revenge you seek, or fame and fortune? No matter… If you have come this far I can help you with the final piece of the puzzle, but you might not like what it reveals. It all starts with a story about a boy named Victor…..
Victor was a strange boy. Intelligent beyond all measurement he totally lacked human emotion, and spent a good deal of his childhood dissecting and torturing animals to see how they worked. As he grew older he learned to hide this strangeness, to fit in, but always remained an outsider. In the fullness of time he became a brilliant surgeon, incredibly wealthy, respected by his peers and unmatched in skill but always lacking a certain bedside manner.
Seven years ago he had a difficult case, a beautiful young woman critically injured in an auto accident. Despite his best attempts Victor failed to save her life, and exhausted from the long surgery, bluntly and callously refused to mask his antipathy to the poor girls loved ones. Despondent and filled with rage at Victor's failure, her fiancé (a local hoodlum) decided that the doctor was at fault and should pay. He jumped Victor in a back alley, breaking his bones with a lead pipe and lighting him on fire. Several years of hospitalization allowed Victor to walk again, but nerve damage had forever ended his "official" surgical career, and his ability to feel any sort of pain whatsoever.
Victor withdrew from society, his burned face and twisted frame now completing an absolute disassociation with the rest of mankind. Secretly he used his vast fortune to construct an underground complex in the sewers and sub basements of several abandoned industrial buildings. Now he spends his time doing what he did as a child…slowly and painfully making living things into piles of tortured flesh.
The twisted freaks, the drug fiends, and the depraved physicians who work for him are all there for their own reasons, but do they really understand Victor? Now swathed in dirty bandages, he haunts the sewer-like compound with only one plan; subjecting those who fall into his clutches to tortures and experiments beyond all human understanding. His goal is to carve out with his rusty scalpels and modified dental equipment some sort of understanding of the human condition. Why do they feel fear and pain and love? Somewhere hidden deep in the flesh is the answer, and no one can stand in the way of his quest for the truth.
For some he is a phantom, a nightmare, a legend, a living death. But to the reporters and policemen who seek him, occasionally finding the discarded remains of his latest subject, he is know simply as the MANGLER. Enter now into his hellish domain in your quest for the truth. Will you find the answers to your questions in his twisted form, or will he find his answers in yours?
Go on, crawl down that sewer pipe…. The truth as always can be found in filth beneath us all….
CARNIVORE
Old Long Tooth felt a change in the weather, dark clouds and sudden violent storms, signs and omens foretelling that an ancient struggle was now entering its final chapter. Shrugging off his human form he left mortal infirmities behind and loped through the pine barrens surrounding the old Colber place in the form of a large gray wolf. For many years he had watched the estate, and the periodic "episodes" that had occurred there… The rips between worlds that spawned monsters.
But this time it was different. Foul things were stirring by day and venturing out of the estate. Creatures of the NETHERWORLD, no matter how powerful should not be able to survive in the light of the sun. Only hybrid half-beings, like the Harvestman and the Collector could exist long in the world of man and the Kin generally gave them a wide berth. As long as they stayed away from the wolves and their business the uneasy truce continued. But now something else had happened to tip the balance, something sinister.
Merging science and sorcery, the demon corrupted madman Maxmillian Colber had begun creating a force of NETHERWORLD spawned monsters encased in reanimated flesh, an army of Leviathans. Hidden in the forests and marshes Old Long Tooth had watched this army grow, patchwork juggernauts with evil will intent on spreading across the earth. He had alerted the Council, and after much debate, howling and snapping of slavering jaws a course of action was crafted.
A pack of War Wolves would be sent to the Colber Mansion, to tear apart the wizard and his foul creations. To boost their numbers they would "infect" locals with "the curse" and direct them into battle with the twisted Netherspawn. Additionally they would be aided by a Chaos witch, Baba Morda, who would call forth the Manatou, "Spirit of the Beast." This powerful possessing entity could control the minds of both animals and humans, forcing them to follow the wolves into battle.
But this plan was not fool proof. As Long Tooth knew, the estate itself was a "borderland" between dimensions; a place where massive things spawned in the NETHERWORLD could exist and roam free. The Werewolves are mighty warriors, it is true, but did they understand what horrors, spirits and reanimated monsters dwelled in the twisting caverns beneath the mansion?
For long eons the Werewolves had stood at the top of the earthly food chain. Man thought himself the master, an illusion the wolves allowed. How much easier the slaughter when sheep were unsuspecting? But now powerful NETHERWORLD predators dared to challenge the wolves supremacy! There could be only one top dog, only one master of the world of man. In fire and blood the battle would begin here, the battle to determine the greatest CARNIVORE of all!