HE HAS A MOHAWK
a tribute to the legacy of Raf and the rejects.
Raf has a mohawk. He wears a black hoodie, and blue denim jeans, and a peacoat. His crux pistol is his primary monster slayer. A tool used for monster destruction. Calls it, Anubis. His cherished hound of destruction. Blast holes in creeps. Leaves the sons of bitches dead in the fuckin’ dirt. Dead up on the fuckin’ concrete.
He’s the leader of his coat cell. The Rejects. His girlfriend is a half blood vampire human hybrid … named Mina, they call her Bloody Mina. On account of her vampire powers, and her thirst for blood. She uses creeps to satiate her thirst. Feeding on the blood of the monsters she kills. In service to the Peacoat Society. Raf and Mina. Started out killing creeps together. That was it. Nothing more. They weren't hooking up or making out. Just fighting monsters together. But when you're always in situations where you save someone's life. Then they save you. It happens. More happens …
Roach and Ziggy are the Doobie Brothers. Roach is a white boi. And Ziggy is Black. They grew up together in apartments and have been best friends ever since before kindergarten. Playing in the dirt together. Ziggy is a werewolf. Roach is the Reefer Madman. They got cursed by a phantom specter called the Voodoo Man that gave them a curse they call “Munchies Until You’re Dead” so they can’t not be hungry for more food no matter how much they eat.
Erik is a few years older than the rest of them. He carries a master blaster boombox and a wooden slugger bat he uses to crush the skulls of creeps. His cherished monster slayer. He refuses to drop the boombox in battle no matter how much combat escalates when he’s fighting creeps. These five, are the Rejects. An infamous cell of the Peacoat Society known for their valor and bravery. Performing heroic expeditions into Creepsland. Killing legendary creeps that have been able to evade the coats for many years, and decades. They kill ‘em all. Every single last damn fuckin’ creep. The Rejects are among the best of creeps killers.
Mina is a half vampire girl. Her dad is the Mexican Dracula. El Vampiro. Her mom hid her in a convent. But the priest was evil. When her vampire powers awakened she killed the priest and fed on all the nuns because the blood thirst. Now she kills creeps for the Peacoat Society.
The ancient tomb reeks of death … the stench of decay over many eons of the strange and the weird. Raf steps in first. Mina is close, at his back. They both have their peacoats on. Clutching crux pistols. The mummies start clawing free from the walls. They fire their crux pistols.
Raf runs into the burger joint. The fast food munching patrons have been devoured by red skinned devil men, satyrs. "Mutherfuckers." He says as he whips out his crux pistol from his peacoat. Then he starts clappin' shit … blastin' on those fuckers. Killin' the monsters in a brutal massacre.
The Phantom Peacoat looks like Batman Beyond but he's an android cybernetic peacoat and an ultimate master creeps killer. He has an infinite ammunition crux rifle he uses to destroy monsters with for the Peacoat Society.
So long story short. Peacoat Society is a secret society of monster destroyers formed by Abe Lincoln and Augustus Van Helsing during the Civil War to liberate the US from vampires. Now they police monsters, and kill creeps without the normies in society knowing about any of it.
The triad of civilization has three levels. Surface world is normies. Students, and the workers. The sheep and the NPC - non playable characters. Can't see shit, no goggle vision. No sight of perception.
Underground village is the natives to the damn underground - niche fiends. Coats, and those that have goggle vision. The people that can see weird shit. Creeps, and the like. The knowers who know better than that bubble lived in by surface dwelling normies.
The creeps underworld is inhabited by the creeps that hide in the shadows of Creepsland. The real-life monsters. The fuckin’ creeps.
A gogglenaut is an aspiring creeps killer. A kid that goes out goggle tripping and killing creeps with others like themselves. They wear goggles to develop the sight of a coat. So they can see weird shit. Once they become badass they toss their goggles or pass 'em on to the next generation of the gogglenauts.
The Peacoat Society recruits gogglenauts and amateur creeps killers to get coated and molded into true creeps killing masters. As master monster destroyers, called the coats. Or the Peacoats. They're the ones that enforce the Monster Free Society Act of 1954 as part of the creeps laws. The laws in effect for policing creature people, and exterminating creeps that pose a threat against society. And the triad of three realms.
The imps are involuntary monster people. They have to register as non-threats. That aren't dangerous to humans. Must live on fringe of society and can only come out after midnight … must wear disguise, never show themselves to the humans. Otherwise they can be killed by the coats.
There's a lot of different types of imps: Grimmins are grey skinned goblin people … that have white hair and pointy ears like elves. They're also beautiful like elves but can be frightening to normies. Grems are the half bloods. Born human but turn grimmin as teens. Many run away to Impstowns once they turn grim.
Impstown are safe havens for imps. Abandoned and forgotten places on the fringe where the imps set up encampments to live. Urban legends act as necessary shielding to keep normies from going to those "haunted" locations … but it's really just cuz imps live there. Keeps them hidden well.
Some more imps are bugoids. Bug people. There's ant people. Fly people. Roach people. Spider people. Bee people. And Honey Bee people. But the Honey Bee people get real mad if you call them just "Bee People" and that's racist. There's fishoids too. The fish people.
Majemia is the realm of the mythical folk. Majemians make up some imps. But many Majemians operate under older human and creature people agreements that don’t place them under the Monster Free Society Act. Like goblins. Which aren’t the same, as girmmins. Grimmins are the descendants of goblins, and the trolls, and ogres. The product of crossed bloodlines mixed between those three races of creature folk. And Nymphs. In Majemia. Before the grimmins became native to the realm of the mortal humans now living unseen among the normies.
Raf and the Rejects walk into the coat club. There’s coat clubs all over the country. In small towns, and big cities. They’re lodges for coats to gather in between expeditions into the Creepsland to kill creeps. Like motorcycle clubs, and occult orders have. Places for the fellowship between fellow coats. The coated ones, the creeps killers that enforce the Monster Free Society Act by exterminating creeps from existence. To protect our mortal society of human civilization. Governed by the Triad of Three Realms.
satyrs eating out at Wendys he has a mohawk anubis his crux pistol him and mina her vampire powers El Vampiro The Phantom Peacoat is dead Erik Roach and Ziggy and the munchies until you’re dead story harpies satyrs mummies in the tomb triad of civilization surface world normies gogglenauts goggle rites for passage goggle sight to see weird shit - coat sight so you can see creeps underground village Creepsland is the creeps underworld monster free society act imps and impstowns bugoids and fishoids and grimmins. - the Krilanovich method
Mina feels weird. Like something isn’t right. And she is hearing things and seeing things too. Like she’s tripping balls on acid. But she’s not. She can hear a voice calling to her. It’s the undead living corpse that sired her. El Vampiro. The Mexican Dracula. He haunts her dreams with his foreboding presence from the shadows of bleak desolation. Calling for her to submit to her thirst. She refuses. And tries to block it out. By drinking heavily. The tequila kills her thirst for the blood but only as long as she keeps drinking it. Without ever stopping. So she never does.
The terrain is barren. Save for random trees that come up from the ground in certain spots along the ground. It’s a realm of creeps. But not in our own realm of existence. A different dimension plagued by evil forces. An existing realm of the immense. In Majemia. That of the mythical folk.
It’s a land stalked by the beating wings of harpies that steal away in the caves of the upper rock faces. The satyrs brood in the low lands. Sometimes the harpies come together with the satyrs. For a black mass of satanic fornication. The winged ones, and the beast ones. A match formulated by Satan in hell.
The voices in Mina’s head have driven her to this place. In pursuit of a father she has never known. To a realm of monsters … a land ruled by the undead. By the Mexican Dracula. El Vampiro. Her own father.
Raf realizes Mina is gone. Only after she has left. He gathers his cell. The Doobie Brothers - Roach and Ziggy. Erik the Interstate 13 Skullcrusher. His brothers in arms. As fellows coats. In service to the Peacoat Society.
They go to the nearest coat club to have a medium search for their lost matriarch. Mina. The dhampir. The medium tells them she is in a distant forsaken land in the mythical realm of Majemia. The realm of the mythical folk. But in a land of monsters. A barren one ruled by an immortal blood sucker. A fuckin’ blood sucking creep that had to flee to Majemia to escape getting vanquished by the coats. To his castle fortress, in the immense.
“Her dad. El Vampiro.” Raf says knowingly. Mina has told him of her dreams. “We have to go get her.” He says to his brothers. They all nod in agreement.
Each coat club has a bridge. They’re these stone doorways that open rifts to the immense. You can have a spellcaster program the rift for where you desire to go to for interdimensional travel. Like using an elevator. Very casual among coats. No big deal to step through one, and access the realm of the immense, or in this case … Majemia. To the Land of Monsters. Forsaken by sins.
Raf and his brothers cross the rift of the immense. They step out on the other side. Into the PS Embassy. One of the most fortified central control bases of the Peacoat Society outside of the Central Headquarters they have made from the former Castle Dracula. The Lord’s Castle, Nosferatu. The Embassy is the Peacoats’ military base for off world operations in the mythical realm. It helps them to oversee the coming and going of interdimensional beings. And the offworlders like the Majemians. It’s all just one great big mythical ecosystem of coats, and creeps, and creature people, and mythical folk, and monsters of the putrid abyss. The demons from down in the netherworld, and such. They all co-exist but under the reign of the Peacoats. Coats are considered the top of the food chain and the apex predators of all existing beings in the many realms of the grand immense. Because they’re the ones with the infinite ammunition guns and the army of monster destroyers. What can stand against that I ask.
Before leaving from the Embassy they stop by one of a number of coat rooms to pick up gear and weapons. Coat rooms are arsenals of creeps killing equipment that coats can freely take with them out into the field. Roach grabs a crux rifle off a rack. The crux rifle has the infinite ammunition Peacoat Society has developed by infusing the occult and the advanced tech of their weapons and technology section. All you have to do is work the bolt action, and it makes more rounds to fire from it. Roach is an expert marksman. Only Raf is more accurate but barely by a slight margin. They’re among the best shooters among all coats.
Ziggy grabs a bowie knife, and ghurka. He stashes both inside his peacoat. Roach has long shaggy metal banger hair that comes down over his face like an emo kid. Ziggy has cornrows. Erik pretty much just buzz cuts his shit. Roach and Ziggy grew up together in the same shitty apartment complex. Erik is native to a drug infested little trailer park around the way in the city of Chaney where they’re all from. Raf went to school with these niggas since young. He’s two years younger than the Doobie Brothers - three years younger than Erik. But remains their coat cell leader due to the merit of his exploits, and overall chieftain warrior nature he embodies, as a coat.
Raf has his crux pistol. Anubis. His primary monster slayer. He grabs a pair of nunchaku chainsticks he stashes in his coat, and Erik already has everything he needs. His master blaster and the wooden slugger bat he calls, Killer Mikey … his precious monster slayer he uses for crushing the fuckin’ skulls of creeps.
The four Class-3 master slayer coats embark on their mission to the Land of Monsters to get Mina back. From an evil blood sucker … El Vampiro. The Mexican Dracula … her own father. His name is Raf. He has a mohawk
the original kid with a mohawk. the ultimate hero protagonist of the Peacoat Society - circa 2012. Art credit: Torch.