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Do You Even Chupaca, Brah?

You must have nodded off because you’re jolted awake by panicked bleating from the goat pen. You jump to your feet, draw a dagger and hop the fence, expecting to scare off a fox or badger. As you scan the pen, you see a dark shape hunched over a goat, spikes rising from the leathery skin of its back. Its huge eyes focus on you, but instead of running, it stands on its hind legs, blood dripping from oversized fangs, long claws barely visible in the dim light…