Jungle Hunter Jim
by Kevin Koch
edited by Maureen Basta and Mia Forney
The following is a collection of email and letter correspondence between José Marco, South American region correspondent for the New York Sentinel, and his editor. José is probably best known for his exposé on the negative impact of poorly worded apocalypse bets on international banking. The accuracy of these reports cannot be independently verified.
October 12th, 2010
Marx,
Finally managed to track down the man you keep bugging me about. It’s getting towards summer here so moving around the jungle is hit or miss. I know you’re all about the interesting character pieces, but this guy might be too much even for you.
I found him in a rundown bar, completely drunk. The man managed to tick off the bar owner, some local workers, and an aboriginal shaman all at the same time. I’m still waiting to hear back from my friend at the Smithsonian, but I can already tell you that James Adamson is a total fraud.
José
October 13th, 2010
Okay Marx, here is the mockup you requested:
James Adamson, or Jungle Hunter Jim as he prefers to be called, is a man on a mission. Like his two greatest heroes, Christopher Columbus and Charles Darwin, he has journeyed far in search of his goal. Jim is not looking to revolutionize scientific understanding or discover a new land, at least not in the traditional sense. Instead, he is looking to rediscover the lost and find the impossible. To put it plainly, Jim is looking for monsters.
Jungle Hunter Jim is a cryptozoologist. He searches for creatures that modern science has given up on finding. His research involves stories told around a campfire as often as trips to a library leafing through books. His lab is the dark and forgotten corners of the globe: the depths of the ocean, the deepest forests, the furthest deserts and mountains.
Part scientist and part adventurer, Jim’s story contains triumph and tragedy. He holds a masters in comparative biology (because he was kicked out of his Ph.D. program before he could finish—big surprise, eh Marx?) and must constantly struggle with scientists who ignore his findings and fellow cryptozoologists who lack Jim’s commitment to hard evidence.
That’s what I have so far. I’ll throw in some quotes and a scathing counterpoint from a professor in the States and it’ll easily hit 2000 words. Doesn’t that mean I can go home now?
José
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