The Great OSK Hunt of RSoZ Werewolves

Enraged by the level of arrogance shown by these empty drones in their demands issued to M^2.D and it's associates/consultants, OSK declared open season on all Werewolves affiliated with the R.S.o.Z. and whom are not practitioners of Tao or Zen philosophies. The Orbital skycolonies were equipped with Silver-Siren-Song-Beam Sattelite Rayguns hidden by Harpocrates Cloacking chip's Void-Space Shrouds. The sounds of which reverberate at such high amplitudes they become inaudible, despite pitch, if non-lupine ears were to hear it heads would explode. It shatters and renders the shifting astral garbs embedded in these Lichens DNA with a quick *snap* - Genomes left in pieces and the wearer, a puddle of lunar-garbage neurons left helplessly shivering on the floor. Ground-based agents in the Scrapyards and Colonial Factory Cities have also been put on high alert as Orbital Control has begun retroactively outsourcing to dangerous renegade anarchist factions content to dwell in these rubble heaps. The Inspections dept. were on hand to examine for authenticity of pelts returned for prizes.

Wolf Hunting Season is temporarily closed.

Dr. C. may or may not have been pursued by two wolves during the first annual OSK wolfhunt. No one really trust the testimony of one, Robert Pringle who provided this additional commentary concerning a different course of events: "I remember when Ikipr Bagged that ultra rare bald-wolf, bloody vicious, started tearing him apart from the inside out with an out-of-control look on his face, eyes abalze in anger. I’ll never forget moments like that from the 1st annual wolf hunt." Whilst Dr. B. Remarked something along the lines of "You’re just killing rare animals and calling them monsters." seemingly downplaying the entire ordeal.

Despite this, it may however stand to reason that some of the course of events described are true as Ikipr did in fact catch a rare specimen as he has a similar lupine mounted in one of the four command centers of the Geburah Stations at the center of his Rgnok Home Security system. Underneath the specimen sits a label, in seemingly permafresh ink, reading:"#624" - Wires feed out of it into 8 patchbays and occasionally it fires off badly tuned eloptic light and makes horrible sounds. A Humorous design in that funny pose. It was taxidermied by a WarOrb Cleaverhand-bot with eight sentient arms for precise chopping. Often these bots play a dual role as contraceptives.
⤓From Colonel Purple's Live From the Underworld Album