We are back in the states. Sworn to secrecy.

We are blowing off steam.

We get invited to a hunting trip.

Grab a bunch of stuff.

It's a good day's hike to the cabin.

We see some deer and moose tracks on the way to the campsite.

RoyMcConnel sees a strange mound at the base of a tree (while off taking a piss).

We check it out (it's uphill all the way, ugh). Some sort of nest. No eggs, shells, food scraps.

RoyMcConnel finds some dark fur.

We leave. Shortly afterwards, we come over the ridge and see a large valley.

I try to setup a lean-to, but RoyMcConnel has to fix it up for me, dammit.

We talk a bit then turn in.

We see a man in the distance. Mike says he's really tall, but I don't think so. He isn't wearing a pack, though.

We get to the cabin

We offload a bit and head down to the creek for some fishing. I make a janky rod, don't catch shit.

OzzyOsmark finds some large tracks.

We discuss what they could be. We get spooked and head back to the cabin. We start hearing things.

Double time.

The cabin looks cozy. Smoke coming out of the chimney and stuff. Something's cooking.

We start hearing lots of noises, and things. We end up setting up a perimeter.

Then the shooting starts.

We manage to fight them off, but most of us are wounded and Mike is down hard–we will have to hump him out on a stretcher.