Jason contacted me. He is operating again, has new recruits, a new plan. And he says he knows about neos, and about weredogs. He says we need to talk.
Fucking great.
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Confessions of a Weredog. By day I am a faithful family pet. Nights, I am out firing the opening salvos of the neobeast war, exploring this new truce with werewolves, tracking lost children and dogs, or watching movies and eating barrels of jerky, depending on the needs of the night.
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