Post by Gigermann on Jul 5, 2005 18:00:38 GMT -6
This story is believed to be based on true events, but is considered to be unreliable, due to the reputations of the source(s) and the unprovable and/or unbelievable nature of the facts as presented:
Lemme tell ya 'bout ol' Bub Twitch, as I hear it told anyways...
Y'see, there was this injun huntin' party -Crow, I think...or maybe Cheyenne. They was in the woods huntin' deer or elk or whatnot when this bear comes tearin' outta the trees like all Hell itself was chasin' it -biggest, meanest bear you ever laid eyes on, black as Sin. An' right after comes this screamin', scrawny white-man chasin' that bear like he just swallowed the town beauty an' a chest full o' gold an' he was aimin' ta cut 'em both outta his gizzard with his teeth. An' just as quick as they showed up, they were both gone into the woods, still screamin' an' growlin' into the distance. Well, those injuns thought that was the damnedest thing they ever saw, an' they started trackin' after 'em both. Three days 'n nights, an' they find ol' Bub curled up in some cave, covered in blood and clutchin' bits of bear-hair in 'is hands...'course they couldn't find anything else left o' that bear, an' Bub didn't have a mark on 'im otherwise.
So those injuns coaxed Bub outta the cave with some food, and led 'im back to their camp, so the medicine man could have a look at 'im. Maybe they figgered they could take some o' his magic or somethin'. Bub wouldn't say a word...'cept "Bub," so they started callin' 'im Bub. They got back an' their medicine man said he was under some kinda evil spell, an' started tryin' ta make 'im right. Took a long time, though...months, maybe a year. While the medicine man was doin' his thing, ol' Bub was becomin' part o' the tribe, like a real smart huntin' dog...an' goin' on hunts an' raids an' whatnot. They named 'im Crazy-Weasel -that's what the injuns call a wolverine- 'cause that's what he reminded 'em of when he was fightin'...an' he was always fightin'.
An' one day the medicine man asks him who he was, like usual...an' he answers! It's like he just...woke up. 'Course all this time he'd been livin' with the injuns he'd picked up on their language pretty well, an' he starts chatterin' away. 'Course the whole tribe was itchin' to hear his story, but he said he couldn't remember a damn thing...not even his own name. So the medicine man takes 'im to his teepee to start some magic mumbo-jumbo ta try an' figger out what happened, an' he comes out later, white as...well, white as Bub...scared as hell an' he won't talk about what he saw. But he says they gotta get a war party ready, 'cause they gotta go deal with whatever it was.
So they leave out in the mornin', and they get to some trappers' lodge...right around where they first met Bub. Bub sees the place an' faints right out. When he comes to, everybody's gone but him. So he gets ta lookin' around for 'em, and looks up to the lodge. He found 'em there alright...skinned and gutted like they was game-meat. Well, he high-tails it outta that lodge an' doesn't stop runnin' for three days...
Note to GM: Feel free to tweak the story here as you see fit, specifically to make it fit in with the Joker business (which you either didn't tell me the details or I forgot them). I've deliberately left the details of the story vague, so the truth can be pretty much anything you like. It could've been Bub himself, or it could've been someone/thing else. He could've been chasing the bear, or they both could've been running from someone/thing else. Go crazy ;D
As to why Bub is in New Mexico...he never really stopped running (South, obviously) until now. Maybe whatever-it-is has been "following" him, and he's ready to make a stand, or maybe his curiosity and/or need for closure is beginning to get the better of him, and he's thinking about going back, either of which means he's stopped running for the time being.
Lemme tell ya 'bout ol' Bub Twitch, as I hear it told anyways...
Y'see, there was this injun huntin' party -Crow, I think...or maybe Cheyenne. They was in the woods huntin' deer or elk or whatnot when this bear comes tearin' outta the trees like all Hell itself was chasin' it -biggest, meanest bear you ever laid eyes on, black as Sin. An' right after comes this screamin', scrawny white-man chasin' that bear like he just swallowed the town beauty an' a chest full o' gold an' he was aimin' ta cut 'em both outta his gizzard with his teeth. An' just as quick as they showed up, they were both gone into the woods, still screamin' an' growlin' into the distance. Well, those injuns thought that was the damnedest thing they ever saw, an' they started trackin' after 'em both. Three days 'n nights, an' they find ol' Bub curled up in some cave, covered in blood and clutchin' bits of bear-hair in 'is hands...'course they couldn't find anything else left o' that bear, an' Bub didn't have a mark on 'im otherwise.
So those injuns coaxed Bub outta the cave with some food, and led 'im back to their camp, so the medicine man could have a look at 'im. Maybe they figgered they could take some o' his magic or somethin'. Bub wouldn't say a word...'cept "Bub," so they started callin' 'im Bub. They got back an' their medicine man said he was under some kinda evil spell, an' started tryin' ta make 'im right. Took a long time, though...months, maybe a year. While the medicine man was doin' his thing, ol' Bub was becomin' part o' the tribe, like a real smart huntin' dog...an' goin' on hunts an' raids an' whatnot. They named 'im Crazy-Weasel -that's what the injuns call a wolverine- 'cause that's what he reminded 'em of when he was fightin'...an' he was always fightin'.
An' one day the medicine man asks him who he was, like usual...an' he answers! It's like he just...woke up. 'Course all this time he'd been livin' with the injuns he'd picked up on their language pretty well, an' he starts chatterin' away. 'Course the whole tribe was itchin' to hear his story, but he said he couldn't remember a damn thing...not even his own name. So the medicine man takes 'im to his teepee to start some magic mumbo-jumbo ta try an' figger out what happened, an' he comes out later, white as...well, white as Bub...scared as hell an' he won't talk about what he saw. But he says they gotta get a war party ready, 'cause they gotta go deal with whatever it was.
So they leave out in the mornin', and they get to some trappers' lodge...right around where they first met Bub. Bub sees the place an' faints right out. When he comes to, everybody's gone but him. So he gets ta lookin' around for 'em, and looks up to the lodge. He found 'em there alright...skinned and gutted like they was game-meat. Well, he high-tails it outta that lodge an' doesn't stop runnin' for three days...
Note to GM: Feel free to tweak the story here as you see fit, specifically to make it fit in with the Joker business (which you either didn't tell me the details or I forgot them). I've deliberately left the details of the story vague, so the truth can be pretty much anything you like. It could've been Bub himself, or it could've been someone/thing else. He could've been chasing the bear, or they both could've been running from someone/thing else. Go crazy ;D
As to why Bub is in New Mexico...he never really stopped running (South, obviously) until now. Maybe whatever-it-is has been "following" him, and he's ready to make a stand, or maybe his curiosity and/or need for closure is beginning to get the better of him, and he's thinking about going back, either of which means he's stopped running for the time being.