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Friday, April 24, 2015

The Borland Farm


This place is out in the sticks, you know, out where the busses don’t run.  It’s a little farmhouse, decent sized barn. Near the river. 

Patrick Borland inherited the place from his father, and over the course of years has turned the place into a real working farm with a decent amount of livestock and a decent amount of smart investing.  Which is good because all of his kids( 2 girls,2 boys) fucking hate working for their father on the pig farm. He hated it too, but never got the education he wanted. He wants them to have that opportunity, and to hate the farm so badly that they never come back.

Pat’s a fairly perceptive guy.

His wife Darlene keeps the kids from murdering their father, or murdering themselves, or murdering each other. Darlene has virtually no sense of smell, sleeps like a rock, and makes the best pork sausage in 3 states.  Sure, being married to a pig farmer isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be. But Patrick is a good man, and Darlene was always raised to believe that a woman is meant to submit to a man’s leadership. So Darlene feels like she did luck out to a degree, because Patrick's not a jerk..  She’s very active in her church, but not in your face about it or anything. Tends not to talk about sex or politics with any of the other mothers. Leans conservative on most issues, except gay marriage. Pat’s brother russell, is gay and in a loving committed relationship, so she’s decided that maybe Pastor Mike might not know every damn thing there is to know.  It happens like that sometimes.

So. By this point you might be thinking, “Dude. Why am I reading this at all?”

Well. As it happens, there is more going on than meets the eye. The Borland Farm is home to a size-able collection of sows and boars, and some years ago Pat managed to get some European stock at auction that has really done a number on the bloodlines of his stock. His European stock is made up Corsican razorbacks and while they’re a little aggressive at times, they seem to have added to the genetic diversity of the farm.

But what is not generally known, is that a couple of different entities have managed to talk those Corsicans, and a few of the other pigs into disposing bodies. Some breeds of pigs have the sort of jaw strength that can break up the long bones of a corpse.  A few of the Corsicans can consume an entire body in a couple of hours time.

Pigs are also pretty smart. Vampires with Animalism, Werewolves, and Magi who have talked with the pigs have discovered that the pigs are willing to do the eating as long as the disposer has stripped the corpse and divested it of metal or silicone. (Although the pigs would communicate this as “Not-Body” or “Not Meat”.)  In fact, some enterprising person/creature have placed an old metal drum with a top that has holes in it, so that clothing and other things can be burned.  This metal drum is in a tiny clear spot just past the tree-line, near the edge of the river, which causes the smoke to clear off quick.  There may still be all manner of un-destroyed evidence in that barrel. There is at least 1 pin from a bit of knee surgery which still has a legible serial number on it.

There are a couple of options here.
Option 1: Pat doesn’t know.
And you know, frankly that’s not a huge jump. The place is way out in the boonies, and most everybody is in bed by 11. The pigs are aloud to roam unless the weather is threatening, and all this unpleasantness is taking place at the very far edge of the property. One could say that a person has come to an arrangement with the piggies without Pat or any of his family being any the wiser. Sure. it’s a bit risky. Pat does own a shotgun and would not necessarily take kindly to these goings on.

But this IS the world of Darkness...
Option 2:  Pat is turning a blind eye.
Pat’s a decent guy, and it’s not like he’d ever be comfortable with body disposal especially if he had to be around when it was happening. But if someone made an approach, and was willing to make it worth Pat’s while, to the tune of some serious money for the college fund(s)...Well. Pat might be the enterprising soul who put that metal drum out there. And hey, as long as he doesn’t see it,  No one would be able to prove necessarily that he had a hand in it.  The things we do for our kids right?  And the pigs would be able to figure out that they were being let out on purpose for disposal duty. As I said, pigs are intelligent. More intelligent than most people give them credit for.

Story Uses:

“Well. This is awkward.”
It’s quite possible that more than one person has hit on this idea. It’s also quite possible that more than one person or group is paying off Pat Borland, but he’s not going to volunteer the information that others might be doing the same thing. (It’s too...Squickly)  And so it’s quite possible that someone might pull up only to discover someone else disposing a body. Common interests aside, this is not how you want to meet new people.

“They love me you know...”
It’s a well know fact that pigs blood is very very close genetically to human blood. In fact, many research institutions that study Serology use pigs blood for their drug trials. Which means that pigs blood is fairly close in taste for the peckish vampire. One might feed on a couple, and maybe even give them a little taste back. It ensures that the pigs know which side they’re on. Of course, it may make them a bit more aggressive...and that could be bad news if it involves a veterinarian, especially one who knows what to look for...

“I am Legion. For we are MANY.”
I can’t imagine that these activities aren’t going to get spirits involved at some point or other. Werewolves who come around might have to kill the whole herd, and might not care that the family knows nothing about what’s really going on.  But say that the werewolves DON’T show up. One might hear about a family of farmers devoured by their own livestock on live TV some night.  And now the herd is scattered to the wind... 

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