100 Word RPG Hook: About 200 Years Before Patterson-Gimlin

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He tore at the sulfur-smelling paper with his teeth, trying to breathe steadily as his heart thundered in his chest. It was coming closer – quickly – crashing through the thick Pacific brush. 

Hands shaking, he poured the powder into the blunderbuss’s flared barrel. Just like a drill, he thought. Routine. Hold it together, soldier. It’ll bleed, like a man. 

Is it a man? 

Next wadding, then shot: brass bearings rolling into the bore, ready to fire. Ready to save his life. 

Through the leaves it came, shaggy red-brown with eyes too human. Snarling teeth that were not. 

The hammer fell.

100 Word RPG Hook: An Inescapable Calculation

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