Members
Tom Duncan - Me, the fearless leader of the Society of. Don't try to figure out the name. Basically when we were trying to come up with what to call ourselves, we agreed that we should be the Society of something, but we couldn't decide what we should be the society of. I'm just your average shotgun-toting, trench coat-wearing monster hunter. Also, the Society of's headquarters, a house in rural Pennsylvania, is more or less owned by me. [What Tom forgot to mention is his strange inclination to act freakishly at times. He'll start attacking things, speaking weird languages, going places he normall wouldn't, etc. For some reason he always claims that he meant to do what he did, but his reasons are somewhat less than satisfactory. This includes how he somehow manages to keep the Society of financed by coming across bags of many in odd places. -Cynthia]
Cynthia Wittiker My ex-girlfriend and would-be Goth, she's our resident expert on all things ghostly and spiritual. She gets everything she knows by doing searches on the internet. Strangely enough, it all seems to work for her! The things she finds are invariably true. We've learned not to question her sources, and instead rely on their accuracy.
Bill Johnson - My best friend since forever, Bill has had the unique experience of finding something rather strange about himself when he was 17. You see, Bill Johnson's an alien. He has some pretty weird telepathic powers that he controls without realizing it. One of these is appearing to most people as a normal, albeit short, human being. To some people though he reveals his true self: a little grey alien like those that supposedly keep abducting people. He'd always wondered why he never got sick and had better eyesight than most people. Now he knows. White Cynthia and I see Bill as he really is, all Jimmy sees is Bill's human form. We don't think it's because Bill doesn't trust Jimmy, though. We think he does it to tick him off.
Jimmy Taylor - Jimmy was a college student we got to join our ranks with the evergreen slogan: "Hey, you need a job?" He became our all-around information-finder and spent many hours in public libraries and looking up stuff on weird subjects we though of. These days he's graduated college with a degree in computer sciences and has become a full-time member of the Society of.
The Log
Tom - Let's start the log by saying I'm off to go find Bigfoot. Wish me luck.
Tom - Drove around some swamps in the South in my Jeep until some helpful jerk told me that down here they have a Swamp Ape, not a Bigfoot. I shot out his tires for his help.
Bill - Today I drove down to Virginia to look into some old ghosts they have down there. I'd also like to thank Jimmy for recommending these online logs, I think they're gonna be really cool to keep track of what we're doing.
Tom - I was driving around in Mississippi when I saw something tall and hairy in the underbrush. I got out of my car to take a better look when the thing took off at a lope. I got a shot off at it from my trusty shotgun, then hopped back into my Jeep to chase it. I chased it for a while through the trees, catching the occasional glimpse of its fleeing back, but it got away. Stupid Bigfoot.
Bill - What, there are no ghosts down here?! I thought Richmond, for one, was supposed to be full of ghosts. It seems like everyone's got the same story: at night there's something weird that happens, or people have seen something. But it's always at night. And the place is always a hotel. How convenient.
Jimmy - Went down to West Virginia to try to track down the Mothman. Let's see what happens...
Tom - Haven't seen Bigfoot since I shot at him. This is starting to tick me off. Plus, I got kicked out of my motel for trying to disassemble their TV and make something else out of it. What a bunch of losers. It was a crappy TV anyway.
Jimmy - Talked to a few people who say they saw the Mothman. They have a pretty cool Mothman shop in a little town, with books on it and souvenirs and stuff. Still, the stories are nothing new and so far I haven't met anybody who I think really saw the thing.
Cynthia - I emailed Bill some web sites on ghosts that might help. Meanwhile I've been trying to find something to go off and do like the others, but they got all the good assignments.
Jimmy - I decided to give the Mothman thing a rest for now and came back to HQ. I got some pretty neat books though, and a Mothman beanie baby, so it's not a total loss.
Bill - Woa, Cynthia's email was right on the money! The first place I tried her ghost-finding methods, I almost immediately came across a rocking chair that rocked on its own. With just a little bit of work and some stuff I bought for less than five bucks at a Wal-Mart I got a ghost to appear. It was an old woman, knitting and rocking. Well I watched this for like ten minutes, but when nothing else was happening, I got bored and called it a night. I'm glad to say that if this is all I find, at least I got to see something.
Tom - Success! Ha ha ha! Who's the man? Come on, who's the man? Anyway... This morning I got up bright and early at three in the morning so I could set up a good ambush spot for Bigfoot. Sure enough, at nine in the morning the big fat hairy critter lumbers past. Well I basically blew the back of his head off with my first shot! It's gonna take some work to piece him back together, but I want him stuffed and set up in our living room. Ahh, what a perfect day.
Bill - Things are going even better now than ever! After seeing the usual lady in white sheet type stuff for a few days, today I had a real life conversation with a ghost! She's apparently a young lady from Civil War times who killed herself when her boyfriend died in battle. Real "Romeo and Juliet" stuff. And hey, I may be an alien and she may be a ghost, but she was totally hot. What an awesome day. Apparently Tom's been having some pretty good luck too. Good job, dude.
Bill - Just thought I'd post quickly that yes, I know that I'm an alien so I should call myself a species name and call all you humans "aliens." The only thing is, I have no idea what my species name is, and it would feel weird to call you guys all "aliens," even if you are. That, and it's so much fun to say "I'm an alien!"
Jimmy - Hanging out back at HQ, reading some quirky stuff Cynthia's been downloading. Tom dragged his Bigfoot inside today. It's not that cool. Plus it smells like crap. How come I never get to do stuff like kill Bigfoot? This blows. I'm off to play some Ultima Online.
Cynthia - That stupid Bigfoot is getting quite annoying. Tom had better watch out, I swear I'm gonna chuck it in a river when he's not looking.
Tom - Can't talk long. I've only just escaped. Had to post this though. Crap, gotta go.