Wait, shit, I’m getting ahead of myself… Not really used to the whole, “dramatic writing,” business, and in the hullabaloo I seem to have misplaced my case journal. Feeling like a bit of a mess right now. Where should I start? Carol? Probably Carol.
We left Carol’s house early in the morning. I sure as hell didn’t know what to say, didn’t really know her well, so I just gave her a nod. You know, the up-nod. The, “Hey, you’re cool,” up-nod. I think she got it…
Anyhow, from there the main goal was to intercept R-Evo. So we did. We waited by their little pit fall trap, and when they showed up, we revealed that we wanted to talk to Caller. That we could be on the same side. They seemed a little apprehensive for a second, but eventually agreed to take our belongings, blindfold us, and head towards their hideout. Now, I wasn’t exactly supposed to do this, but I might’ve kept track of which way we were going by focusing on which way was north. We wound up somewhere southeast of the forest.
Then we met him. His name was Caller… doesn’t really feel as impactful the second time, but hey, whatcha gonna do? Scarred face, chair-ridden, sickly… I wouldn’t peg the guy as the head of a criminal organization as much as a character out of Staryu Wars. But here he was. We tried to reason that we had similar goals, but he wanted proof, so he challenged Travis to a battle.
What happened next was a blur. Maybe I fever dream… I’m trying not to think about it. Travis disappeared, and his Emboar transformed into something else entirely. Then Caller let out a small pink blob, and it also transformed into this thing? No idea. Like I said, fever dream. But, Travis won, and Caller decided to put a little faith in us.
What I learned haunts me. R-Evo was formed when a group of farmers were forced by the government to grow, “cash crops”. Namely, drugs. Many of them were forcibly hooked to these drugs, and thanks to the effects of withdrawal, will likely die without them. That’s right. The whole group has to sustain itself with a vast supply of drugs to stay alive. They want nothing more than a taste of revenge, and frankly, I want to see it delivered to them. Even Travis’s father was in charge of this organization once… however, Caller had to kill him. A mercy killing really, to save him from the effects of the drugs.
The group is talking about going out west to some spots that Carol deemed, “interesting,” on the map. Strange thermal activity or something, I don’t know. Truth be told though… Caller offered to take us into his ranks, and teach us to stay underground… and well, I think I might take him up on that. I haven’t told the others yet, but maybe they’ll get the memo.
Peace.