Loyal protectors and stalwart sentinels of the tomb, the
grave dogs were the result of an ancient black magic that would enslave the
victim, ensnaring their thoughts and bending their desires to one purpose;
protect their sleeping undead masters.
These graveyard warriors would stand guard over their vampire lords, a
waking nightmare of transmogrified flesh, protecting against any foreign
invader. Their skin a pale reflection of
moon light, their eyes give a faint crimson glow from the necro-slime imbued in
their being. Grave dogs have given rise
to legends of the un-killable serial killer backwoods slashers of the past. Patrolling
sleepy campsites for human meat to mutilate, suffering grievous injury but
never stopping, these monsters made flesh protected the hidden crypts and
sarcophagi of their deterred masters as they wait out the long sleep. While most vampires deliberately placed their
resting places far from the sprawl of society there have still been occurrences
over the ages where ignorant wanderers stumble on to grave dog territory and
are promptly eviscerated for their trespass.
Grave Dogs have been mistaken for Bigfoot and Sasquatch in
the remote and empty places of the world, almost every culture has some
familiarity with them but few can guess at their true purpose; steadfast
protection of the undead. Their sense of
identity and past life erased by the torturous and shocking means of
transforming a mortal into a grave dog; it is said that grave dogs are
typically fierce enemies of their eventual vampire master during life, forced
to serve them for all eternity after death as a sadistic revenge. During the dark ages hundreds of grave dogs
were employed by vampire warlocks from all around the old country, most were
ghoul hunters or town executioners who fell upon the vampire’s malice.
I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE! Stirring under the dark earth of Camp Blackfoot in upstate NY, Cropsy sits in his crypt watching hours upon pain staking hours of wretched B-rated filth and reading tomes of unholy pulp comics, swearing revenge on all those who've wronged him. His brain melts, slowly absolving his sanity. It spills forth on the inter-webs, contaminating the digital frontier like a burrowing parasite. Fans of flicks and funnybooks that defy common sense and moral decency welcome. Bring your own beer.... and body-bags!