Campaign of the Month: July 2017

The Miskatonic Society

Wounded Knee, I saved Ms. Peabody

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Wounded Knee – I saved Ms. Peabody’s life, and leg from amputation.

I love America, with its breathtaking natural scenery, native people and their magical Golden Leaf.

I knew Mr. Conners was a Paranoid before I met him. Too bad he stumbled into a stack of bad history. Thinking he may take his own life, this skittish bookworm, we checked on him in the morning after we met.

I’m a doctor and I know things. This was no suicide. Maybe the murderer, or autopstician, was the cross dressing purpled man one of our dames claimed to have seen in the night. We was spread open and cleaned out like a swine of those Pig Pickins down in Beloved Carolina. We confirmed it was him – he still had the nerve suppositories I gave him earlier in the night. That Von Eitzel is a sharp man to remember to check. Believe me, I let him know over a hearty breakfast of soft poached eggs and red eye gravy. Hit the spot after the purging in that room. Not sure the rest of the boys knee the details since we just closed the door and left. Probably better that Dr. Whynot be in the dark…he could use a smoke or some of my nerve tonic, that man.

After a train ride with good Americans, eating beef and potatoes, we made it out to the Wounded Knee site. Not much to see, save the warren burrow that Ms. Peabody promptly explored with our other friend. That Amelia has got spark, let me tell you.

As has been reported, see found something down there, and it was ne, Dr. Robert Stine, that ruined it’s party with a well aimed, rerolled shot of that old fancy, magic pistol. Too bad it didn’t smoke.

She was mangled, but, I Dr. Robert Stine not only scared off the Big Nasty and dragged her by her luckily exposed femur to safety, but saved her leg from likely amputation by my superlative medical training. Throw in my therapy of the mind, and this dynamic lass will be back jumping into new dangerous holes without much thought, all in the name of the Society!

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After a train ride with good Americans, eating beef and potatoes, we made it out to the Wounded Knee site. Not much to see, save the warren burrow that Ms. Peabody promptly explored with our other friend. That Amelia has got spark, let me tell you.

As has been reported, see found something down there, and it was ne, Dr. Robert Stine, that ruined it’s party with a well aimed, rerolled shot of that old fancy, magic pistol. Too bad it didn’t smoke.

She was mangled, but, I Dr. Robert Stine not only scared off the Big Nasty and dragged her by her luckily exposed femur to safety, but saved her leg from likely amputation by my superlative medical training. Throw in my therapy of the mind, and this dynamic lass will be back jumping into new dangerous holes without much thought, all in the name of the Society!

Wounded Knee, I saved Ms. Peabody
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