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Bolgir has a new body, the first in years. And he decides that rather than just gobble his victim up and wait for another to come along, he's going to do something a bit different. He now has a ridden servant to use. A grotesque zombie that crawls on its belly, and eats its victims whole. It vomits them up a day later, as all true gluttons should, as a fresh zombie. Each zombie tithes a portion of its feeding to Bolgir. The zombies inherit Bolgir's bans and banes. They have to eat any food offered to them, no matter what it be. And they cannot stomach anything too modern. For simplicities sake, I'm going to say that its real bane is plastic. Bolgir ate Iron Age folks, so while I might say that polyester clothing is a no-go, plastic feels a bit more clear cut.

The Crematorium at the local hospital is broken for unrelated reasons and awaiting repair. If our Ridden finds this out, it may be able to use an aggressive meme or some other Ephemeral power on someoen at the hospital to have them empty the morgues contents in the town marsh instead.

In other news, our local superhero Werewolf is still active and on the scene. She's trying to deal with this Spirit too, but everytime she goes to the marsh some pesky Hunters start taking potshots at her from a nearby road, it's very inconsiderate. I'm also planning to emphasise consumption in relation to this spirit. The town already has our Vampire Killer, a Mask who is a former Ghoul aged 40 years and driven mad, he drinks his victims dry in the hope that it will restore his youth and vitality, but has lost his mind. The local Kindred population have also been eviscerated by packs of Amaranthine Cats, so there's a lot of eating going on. If I can hinge it right, I can maybe hook the PCs in to it being related to the Spirit's influence rather than a handy retcon. We'll see.