Fuck it, you don't feel like putting up with Erik's whining. You'll talk to him later when you're in the mood. You hang up and decide to engage in one of your favorite past time ever since you became part of "society". Drink. You head down to the bar in town.

When you enter you see it nearly empty. Usually there's someone here that you don't like which gives you an excuse to get into a fight. You sit down and order a Scotch. The bartender tends to let you just drink and cleans up the mess you make afterwards, but today turns out a little differently.

"Hey Wolf, some people have been wanting to see you." The bartender says nervously.
"Oh? Do these people have a name?" you ask downing your drink.
"Well they're in the bar right now actually, I think they're old acquaintances of yours."

You scan the bar, which doesn't take long considering its almost empty. And you'll be damned you see not one, but THREE people from the old days; you're surprised you didn't notice them before.

At a nearby table you see Dr. Henry Jekyll and Dr. Jack Griffin. Jack normally would be difficult to see in this dark lighting at the best of times, since he's invisible, but he's perfectly noticeable enough when he wears clothing. They see you and wave you to come over.

At a table in the far corner you see Dr. Alphonse Moreau. He looks like a wreck. He's obviously been chain smoking cigarettes and drinking a lot since he got here. He sees you and desperately signals you over like he needs your help severely.

While you're not surprised to see all these humans still alive (Mad scientists ALWAYS figure out how to extend their life spans past the normal human limit) you're just surprised that they all want to see you and it makes you suspicious. You've always been mistrustful of Mad Scientist types ever since your run in with Dr. Victor Frankenstein.

You turn to the bartender for more information.

"What the hell, is there a Mad Scientist convention in town or some shit? Why are they all here and why do they want me?"
"I dunno Wolf. I think its just coincidence. Henry and Jack say they got some sort of experiment going on and want your help on it. They know you've been needing some money lately and they're willing to pay you for your time. I think Henry wants to play catch up with you as well."
"Hmm, speaking of catch, there probably is one. So why's Moreau here? Same thing?"
"He wouldn't elaborate too much. He says he REALLY needs help with something, and it's not an experiment. He says he gave up trying to play God. I dunno what's wrong though you'll have to ask him yourself. He just said, he's willing to do anything for you if you help him.

Well this venture to the bar seems to have become potentially lucrative; the problem is you have to deal with a bunch of humans with God complexes. (You doubt what the bartender told you about Moreau, his type never gets out of the game completely) You decide to throw caution to the wind and take one of their jobs; you feel you'll be up to the challenge. After all its common knowledge of what you did to Victor when he tried to take advantage of you once.

All it comes down to is who you want to deal with.

You go sit with Moreau

You and Moreau have never had any dealings with each other before, so you're kind of curious to as why he wanted to see you. You approach Moreau and he's tripping over himself to thank you for seeing him. You're a little suspicious of this treatment, especially since you've never been welcomed by anyone before.

"Wolf, its Wolf right? Or do you prefer Mr. Wolf?"
"Wolf is fine…will you tell me why the hell you want to see me so badly for? We've never had anything to do with each other before."
"Yes. Quite correct. My Vision didn't lead me to interact socially that much. Maybe I shouldn't have concentrated so much on my Vision though. Maybe I should've been more flexible. If I had, I might not have the problems I have now."
"Okay, so will you quit with the fucking mystery already and tell me what's going on?"
"As you know I transformed my island into a utopia where no being harms another."
"Pfft, some Utopia. I call it fucking with nature."
"And you know what? I agree with you. At one time, I would've dismissed you as a vicious animal that only pleased his primal instincts."
"You say it as if it's a bad thing." You utter.
"I once thought so…but now I'm starting to see reality for the first time. My Utopia wasn't followed by the world…it was hated. It was despised. Most are jealous of what I've done and want to destroy it."
"Duh, that's humanity for you. So are you getting to the point anytime soon?"
"My Utopia is about to be destroyed, but NOT directly. No human nation wants to look like the bad guys so you know what they've done instead? They're letting Martians do it for them!"
"What? Martians aren't even allowed on this planet after all the unsuccessful attacks they've attempted on it." You exclaim.
"See that's just it. In exchange of a new Martian-Earthling Peace accord they're letting the Martians put a colony here provided they don't kill any humans. The Martians agreed and MY Island was scheduled for designation for the colony! If we stay they'll be allowed to kill everyone since nobody on there is human except me."
"Well that certainly does suck, but why not just move?"
"WHAT!? That's our home! Would YOU move from your own home?"
"Eh…I suppose I can see your point. So what am I supposed to do though?"

Moreau takes another drink and looks at you with dead seriousness.

"I need you to get them all to FIGHT! I need you to get them all in touch with their animal instincts again! I know you're more than just a werewolf. You're the self-proclaimed Alpha. I need that viciousness, I need that aggressiveness, I need it ingrained into my people. I can't do it. I'm not qualified, and I'd only make things worse. I can pay you all the money you want; our economy has always been good. If you like you could even live on the island and spend your remaining years there with nothing to worry about. You could mate with whoever you wanted, we could import whatever meat you wanted, or if you preferred…we could even make special arrangements just for you, to hunt living creatures. Anything…just please help us."

This is pretty heavy shit. Moreau must be very desperate to come begging to a practical stranger. There's no way he's lying about this, you have heard some stuff lately about Martian-Human relations, though you don't really pay attention to the news a lot. You can't say Moreau's offer isn't appealing on some level, but as much of a badass you are, you're not in your prime anymore. Taking on a shit load of Martians and training a bunch of genetic freaks of nature could be just a little out of your scope.

You take the job; you always wondered what Martian meat tasted like

"Aw hell, if the past is any indication Martians ain't shit. I don't have anything better to do. Let's get going." You remark.

You and Moreau leave the next day to his island by private plane. When you arrive you can see why the place is considered a paradise, its basically untamed wilderness with some agricultural improvements and basic structures to house the citizens.

Speaking of citizens, you see them in person. They're a motley looking bunch. You see boar boys, goat girls, manatee men, and wombat women and those are some of the regular ones. Some look like they've been mixed with several species of animals, so you can't even be sure what the hell they are.

Moreau's citizens are equally interested in you.

"Are you another citizen?" one of them asks as they all attempt to crowd you.
"What? Hell no! I'm a fucking werewolf! Not a freak of nature!" you snarl, not wanting them to touch you. Moreau take the opportunity to make sure you don't kill anyone.
"This is Wolf. He's different than you…in several ways. But he's here to help us with our current problem, just like our aquatic friend who volunteered to help a few days ago."

You stop Moreau.

"Aquatic friend? You got someone else to help you?" you ask.
"Well yes, I wasn't sure if you'd help, so I tried to get others as well. You and he were the only takers it seems though. I'm pretty sure you and he are familiar with each other. I can't pronounce his real name, but he goes by Gil."

"Gil?! You got GIL?! He was almost as reclusive as you! How'd you get him to help?"
"I don't know. It was really just a gamble. I made the same deal, but I had little hope of him accepting it since he's not exactly fond of land dwellers. He accepted though since he's tired of having humans intrude on his home every five minute. He already has a place set aside for himself on the island. I just hope the island is still ours after all this."
"Where is he?"
"He keeps to himself in a nearby swamp. He likes his privacy and I respect it. You and he can talk later. I'd like you to get to the training. The Martians will be coming soon, I'm predicting in a matter of days."
"DAYS!? You didn't say that before! How am I supposed to train these freaks in days?"
"Please Wolf you must try! Gil tried and didn't get very far; he may have even given up. I was hoping you might have more luck since you're a bit closer to my citizens."
"I'm nothing like your citizens…but I'll see what I can do."

You start training the citizens

If Gil's already given up, you see little point in involving him. He's never liked land dwellers anyway. You call everyone to the center of the town.

"Alright I got a lot to teach you and there isn't much time. As you all know the Martians are coming here and they won't be interested in peace and love. They'll be taking bets on who can blast more freaks." You say frankly.
"That's pretty judgmental of you. How do you know that they won't accept us and live in peace with us?" one of the freaks asks.
"Because that's not the Martian way! In fact it's not ANYONE'S way! Not anyone sane anyway! The only reason why you freaks are all love and peace and shit, is because Moreau played God with your genetics and socially engineered you all to be pussies. It's not right! But despite my disgust for your way of life, I'm here to get you back in touch with your animalistic sides. Now it's my idea that you could evacuate the town and your other small settlements, take to the jungles, and wage a guerilla war on the Martians. A lot of you are designed for it already. The Martians are poor tacticians and weak immune systems, so the jungle diseases could have…"

And you realize you're not convincing them.

You keep trying

"Look I understand some of you freaks never had that predator instinct, but just because you've got herbivore blood doesn't mean you can't fight. Those antlers and horns are just for show, they're for defense! And even if you're a total sissy, you could at least act as scouts and shit. When the Martians approach you can neigh, whinny, baa, or uh…quack your heads off to warn the rest of us that will fight!"

They still don't look convinced, now they're starting to just leave. You begin to get angry.

"Damn it, don't you freaks want to live? They're going to kill all of you stupid bastards when they get here! Grow a fuckin' pair and stand up for your freak existence!

"Stop calling us freaks, we are not animals!" one shouts.
"Oh ho! Struck a nerve did I? Look at you fuckin' freaks! You're a goddamn embarrassment to mother nature! You know what I'll be glad when the Martians waste your sorry asses. You don't deserve to live."
"Fuck you! You're no different than us you fucking hypocrite!"
"The hell I ain't! I am a creature of nature! My mother was a werewolf and my father was a werewolf, and guess what? THEIR parents were werewolves! You know who your parents were? The DNA of some dead animals and some stupid humans that Moreau captured! Then you disgustingly mate with each other and create more freaks. Bunch of fucking mongrels!"

The crowd is beginning to get angry with you now. Good. Your plan is working.

"I can see that you're all pissed off. You probably want to kick my ass; well that's a bad idea, because I'm the only one who can properly train you in the short period of time, now save that anger for the Martians…"

Suddenly someone throws a rock at your head, causing you to fall. Before you can get up, you feel a strong kick to the face (Literally a mule kick) this is then followed up by the entire town attacking you. You kill quite a few, but they're very intent on killing you, and eventually they rip you apart and even devour parts of you to make sure you won't be regenerating back from the dead. Some of the older freaks kill Dr. Moreau as they remember the cruelty he inflicted in the past.

Their new found animal side is short lived since when the Martians arrive, they bombard the island with death beams killing most of the inhabitants before invading. The Martians then easily mop up the few survivors.