Dateline: Lake Titicaca — The sinister saga continues as our masked adventurers strike another blow for good against the unspeakable forces lurking in the shadows of the Andes!
The latest chapter opened with righteous fire, as the brave quartet consigned the corpses of the dreadful Kharisiri to the flames upon the floating reed islands. From there, it was a brief respite in Puno before sinister Augustus Larkin arrived, eager to press his expedition deeper into the unknown. Blackout, having acquainted himself a touch too well with Peru’s lack of prohibition, remained behind — while The Fury, The Hamilton Skyhook, and The Omen marched boldly into the heart of the jungle.
Trouble nipped at their heels! The Omen narrowly escaped a venomous serpent’s fangs, dispatching the creature before harm could be done. Yet as night fell, a dreadful deed was committed — one of their guides, snatched by a lurking Kharisiri, while the sweet, sad strains of The Skyhook’s harmonica masked the terror. Only blood marked the tragedy come morning.
By midday, a gunshot echoed through the trees. A local farmer and his injured son recounted a harrowing encounter with one of the vampiric fiends, barely driven off by musket fire.
After days of peril, the accursed pyramid rose before them — ancient, brooding, and terrible. The local guides, stricken with fear, abandoned the party, unwilling to set foot upon cursed ground.
Then, dear listeners, the confrontation reached its grisly crescendo! Augustus Larkin, casting aside his human guise, channeled forces too dreadful to name. Reality itself cracked, a tear in the very fabric of existence, as some primordial horror clawed toward our world. But heroes are forged in fire — and with a snap of his mighty hands, The Fury ended Larkin’s reign of terror. The Omen’s steel and The Skyhook’s steady aim laid low the monstrous De Mendoza and his diabolical cohort, Dr. Sanchez.
And yet… as they approached the ancient stone edifice, a final horror revealed itself. Two remaining Kharisiri, pallid and grotesque, vomited forth the stolen fat of the innocent into a jagged fissure in the pyramid’s side. For what foul purpose, no man can say!
What lies beneath the ancient stones? When shall the veil between worlds tear anew? And who — who — dares descend into the belly of madness?
Stay tuned, true believers — for next time, the terrors grow deeper still!
This has been your intrepid correspondent, signing off.
