The Rat-Thing sniffs the air, filled with a sense of deadly clarity. The sewer is its home, it's kingdom. Bad things only happen when it leaves, so why leave?

There is the problem of prey however... The Rat Thing can eat one of his mindless followers if his survival demands it, but rat-flesh is tough, and devoid of many of the more... spiritual nutrients that he craves.

Prohibition is a good time for a Rat-Thing to be alive, many young folk scurrying about late into the morning, intoxicated and taking dangerous back alleys.

Like the young couple he peers at through the storm drain. They stumble along Willow Ave, moving farther and farther away from any functioning street lamps.

The man is fat, filled with meat. Which is for the best, because the woman he escorts is rather trim, mostly bone. Unfortunate, but bones have marrow, so still a meal worth pursuing.

The man gropes his date for a moment, and she giggles. It's as good a moment as any. He commands several minions to make a move.

The Flapper's giggles turn into shrieks as several bloated rats emerge from the sewer. The Fat Man pulls a revolver out of his suit, and thumbs the lever cockily. Good that the Rat-Thing decided to hang back, this man is not to be trifled with.

Shots ring out in the night, and his brethren lay twitching on the sidewalk. Will this bring others? Perhaps...

The Fat Man drops his gun as he goes to return it to his jacket, an opportunity too good to pass up. As he bends over to pick it up, The Rat-Thing slithers out from the storm drain. The Flapper screams, but this only confuses The Fat Man.

Easy, too easy. The Rat Thing bites the back of The Fat Man's neck, tasting the nerves between the vertebrae, and then severing them. The Fat Man collapses, soiling himself immediately.

The Woman screams in horror, and then gurgles in pain as she feels his claws pierce her windpipe.

The Rat-Thing and his friends will feast well tonight. They have not had fresh meat in weeks. They bring their prey down into the sewers, and as The Rat-Thing cracks the bones and slurps their healing mush, all thoughts of his previous life are temporarily forgotten.

Mythos increases to +2