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The World of Darkness revealed for Hunter: The Reckoning H t i l G i Whit W lf

The World of Darkness revealed for Hunter: The Reckoning H t i l G i Whit W lf WW8102 TM hunter Survival Guide 2 Credits Authors: Bruce Baugh, E. Jonathan Bennett, Michael Lee, Forest B. Marchinton, Robert Scott Martin, Angel Mc- Coy, Deena McKinney, Wayne Peacock, Greg Stolze, Andy Woodworth and Peter Woodworth Developer: Ken Cliffe Editor: Ed Hall Research: Patrick O’Duffy and Adam Tinworth Art Director: Richard Thomas Layout and Typesetting: Brian Glass Interior Art: Steve Ellis, Leif Jones and Jeff Rebner Front Cover: Kent Williams Back Cover: Brian Glass © 1999 White Wolf Publishing, Inc. All rights reserved. Reproduction without the written permission of the publisher is expressly forbidden, except for the purposes of reviews, and for blank character sheets, which may be reproduced for personal use only. White Wolf, Vampire the Masquerade, Mage the Ascension and World of Darkness are registered trademarks of White Wolf Publishing, Inc. All rights reserved. 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Check out White Wolf online at http://www.white-wolf.com; alt.games.whitewolf and rec.games.frp.storyteller tAble of Contents Prologue: stArting A fAmily 4 introduCtion: the reAl world 10 ChAPter 1: hunter survivAl tiPs 16 ChAPter 2: AfriCA 24 ChAPter 3: AsiA 42 ChAPter 4: AustrAliA 58 ChAPter 5: euroPe 72 ChAPter 6: north AmeriCA 90 ChAPter 7: south AmeriCA 108 ChAPter 8: the most wAnted 126 TM hunter Survival guide 4 Prologue: starting a family 5 Leaf tightened her hand into a fist and struck as hard as she could, her breath expelling in a ragged shout. Sweat etched her brow and her lungs burned, but she couldn’t quit. She struck again, with the left fist. She knew this could save her life. “Ichi! Ni! San! Chi!” Her martial-arts instructor, a man so rail-thin that he seemed almost two-dimensional, strode in front of the array of students, watching them. He stopped before her. “Okay, Leaf,” he said. “You want your stance deeper, lower — so you can’t be knocked off your feet. And pull your hand all the way back to your hip, got it? And don’t stoop forward — you want your back straight. Ten more, people!” The teacher’s name was Steve. One of Leaf’s friends studied aikido with him. Once Leaf and her husband Oaken had decided that they needed to study the martial arts, they’d initially thought of studying the “yielding way.” A frank discussion with Steve, however, steered them toward his self-defense class, instead. “Look, aikido is a terrific system. If I didn’t believe in its principles, I wouldn’t study it. But if you want to be able to defend yourself soon, and if you want to get in shape fast, take self-defense. It’s a lot more aerobic and it’s a lot more… blunt, basically. If you spent a year doing aikido, you’d be able to throw people around with very little physical effort, but if you take the self-defense class, you’ll improve within a month. It’s not that it’s better, but there’s a much wider margin for error with punches and kicks.” The class wasn’t all punches and kicks, however. Only the first half. After that, it was wrestling and grap- pling — learning the most efficient way to choke someone unconscious, and the places on the wrist and arm that provided the greatest pain with the least pressure. It all made Leaf very uncomfortable. She was a pacifist. She believed in peace and harmony. Steve said he did too, but it was hard to keep that in mind when he was encourag- ing her to perfect her strangling techniques. Afterward, driving home, she talked it over with Oaken. “Does it make you uncomfortable? The fighting, I mean?” “Fighting in the dojo? No, not really,” he replied. “Not compared to the real thing.” “But the Living Power… do you think it wants us to turn to violence?” “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t want us to get killed, honey.” She had no reply to that. After another mile, she asked another question. “Which do you like better, the standing or the wrestling?” “I like the wrestling, I guess. I mean, there’s a part of me that misses that from being a kid, right? This is just like rolling around with my brother, only a little more… intense.” Prologue: Starting a Family hunter Survival guide 6 “Really? It makes me kind of uncomfortable.” “Well, you’re a woman in a class of mostly men. Rolling around on the floor with strangers is kind of uncomfortable.” “It’s not that so much. Just the idea of… hurting someone. I don’t like it.” “If you learn these techniques, you’re supposed to be able to stop someone without injuring them. I mean, look at us right now. If we really have to get someone to stop doing something, we pretty much have to beat them senseless.” He looked grim for a moment, and Leaf knew he was thinking of Loretta, a woman who’d looked like a normal meter reader, but who had really used her job to scout out lonesome and isolated victims for her master — a creature that lived only by causing death. They’d tried to stop Loretta, tried to hold her down, but she’d been too strong to restrain. Oaken had bludgeoned her with a steam iron. She was still in a coma, and they lived in dread of her waking. “Maybe when we get to the point that we’re punching and kicking each other, instead of a punching bag — maybe then you’ll like the ground work better.” Another mile, and one more question. “Do you think I’m fooling myself? I mean, do you think I’ll ever be able to really do this stuff?” “Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve spent, what, five hours a day hunched over that potter’s wheel? Your back’s probably as strong as anyone’s in the gym, and your forearms aren’t weak either.” “Why Oaken, you romantic fool.” She smiled. He grinned back. * * * A week later, after class, they had a very different discussion. It had been a hard week. One of their fellow hunters, a woman named Constance Chilton, had spotted a rot in nearby Naperville. They’d tried to isolate it and cut it down, but it escaped them on the holding lot of a car dealership. “Oaken… remember that pregnancy scare we had? When I was late?” “I wouldn’t call it a ‘scare.’” Leaf had been taking Triphasal for years, and was usually regular as clockwork. When she’d been a day late, they’d spent 24 hours in a haze of hope, fear and confusion, wondering if they were ready to have kids, if they were financially stable enough, what changes would have to be made. After her period started, they had a long discussion and she went off the pill. They hadn’t really been “trying to get pregnant.” But they were willing to accept a child if it happened. The day after they first saw the walking dead in a drugstore, Leaf went back on birth control. “You realize if that hadn’t been a scare, I’d be ready to deliver now?” He was quiet for a second. “Wow,” he said at last. He was pulling into a parking space, and as he put on the parking brake, he turned to her. “Do you still want kids? I mean… knowing?” “I’m not sure. Part of me, it’s like ‘How can you bring a child into a world full of nightmares?’ But when the Living Power came… I don’t know. It’s like everything’s clearer now. I mean, even before the Call… we knew this could be a lousy place. Remember that woman in Naperville who smothered her three children? Now, we know it’s not just us. That evil is objective, it’s embodied, it’s not just an idea. But there’s good too, and it’s just as palpable. I know that babies are good — I mean, everyone feels that, right?” “Sure, I guess.” “Look at the way people melt when there’s a baby around. Everyone starts smiling and cooing, and, you know. Everyone gets soft. That’s got to be good.” “Honey… I don’t know if we can afford to be soft.” He said it quietly and sadly. For a moment, uploads/Geographie/ survival-guide 6 .pdf