Open the note. We'll have time to derail things later.

>>18911092
The envelope isn't very old. You didn't tell anyone about it, or show anyone else. This was obviously something that Dad wanted you, and only you to see.

You take a penknife and cut open the top of the envelope, and pull the letter out. Unfolding it you begin to read.

"Dear Nick,

I know I haven't always been the best father. I just want to explain a few things. That's why I wrote this note. I want you to know why I came home late some nights covered in blood and cuts. Why I went missing for days only to show up back home ragged and with a beard. Why we moved so often.

"I've been fighting the darkness. There are things that exist in this world that want to see you, me, everyone destroyed. I did some things to fight them that I will never forget. I hope that you or God or someone will forgive me for it. I hate to admit it, but you need to know about these things. I'd like to see you sometime. Have a coffee. Talk about it. I know you might just tear up this letter. We didn't have the best relationship, and despite those words we said to each other before you left, I still love you. I've always loved you.

"Hoping You Write Back,
"Dad"

You didn't cry when you heard he died.
You didn't cry when you were told that the body was so mangled that they had to do a closed casket ceremony.
You didn't cry when he was lowered into the ground.
As you fold up the letter and put it back in your pocket, it starts to rain. Yeah. Lets call it that.

Home, Mom needs you right now [ ]
A drink would be nice after that [ ]
Other [ ]

>>18911352
Mom is first.

>>18911445
You pull the keys to your car out of your pocket, and walk towards it. Whatever Dad meant, that can wait. Mom is not in the best state right now. Traffic is light, thank God, and you arrive at your old home within a half an hour. Well, one of your old homes. Mom's current one at any rate.

You pull into the driveway and walk inside. Mom is on the couch, crying into Chris's shoulder. However hard it was on you and Chris, it must be about five times that for her. Mom stops crying into Chris's shoulder to get up and hug you. Then she starts crying again. You take a seat on the couch, Mom still crying, this time on your shoulder. This continues for about an hour, before she falls asleep.

You gently pull her off you, and carry her into her bedroom. You come back and see Chris pouring some whiskey out into a shot glass at the Kitchen table. Silently, she pulls out another glass and pours you one as well. You down it in one go.
"She's been like this since Dad died," Chris says, as she puts the whiskey back. "I've been taking care of her for the last three days."
"Go home then. I'll take care of her for a while. I've got a few weeks of vacation," you say back. Chris nods.
"Its hard to see her like this. She's always seemed so strong."
"Yeah."
You sit in silence for a while.
Chris leaves, not saying a word. She's been staying in a hotel nearby, and so have you. Maybe you should come back tomorrow.

Stay, Poke through Dads things. [ ]
Stay, Sleep on the Couch. It is late. [ ]
Back to the Hotel. You'll come back tomorrow. [ ]

>>18911671
>Sorry It's taking so long to type this stuff out.

>>18911671
Poke through things.


How old are we ? What about our sister and mother ?
Is any of us attractive ?

>>18911844

>>>18911671
>Poke through things.
>
>
>How old are we ? What about our sister and mother ?
>Is any of us attractive ?

Agreed, all of the above is relevant.

>>18911844
>Your about 28. You left the house as soon as you turned eighteen, and managed to get into a nice collage with a very good scholarship. You work in an office. You and Dad had a major fight the night before you left. He was trying to tell you something, but you wouldn't listen

>Chris is 22. She's just out of collage, and looking for a job. She's hoping to find one near Mom right now.
>Mom is 51. Dad was 52.

What the hell. Might as well stick around a while longer. You head into the basement. While you still lived at home, this area was off limits. Dad never let anyone touch what he moved into the basement, and never let you, Chris, or even Mom inside. It was the same thing for every house.

The basement seems, well, sparse. Not much is down there. A desk. Some boxes. On a whim, you open one. It's filled with boxes of ammunition. Whatever Dad did, he obviously didn't do it half assed. .30-06, .223, .45ACP, and more was what you found in the first few boxes. Where are the guns then? The answer comes when you look at the desk. It's large, heavy, and blocks a section of the wall.

It takes a few minutes, but you eventually manage to shimmie the desk out of the way, careful for any traps your Dad might have set. You crawl inside the space that was hidden behind the desk.
Holy Shit.
>Roll for weapons and equipment found

>>18912073
Roll what

>>18912132
Hmm. D100's.
Suggest what you find. I'll throw some useful stuff in there no matter what, high rolls are good.

rolled 61 = 61

Pistols, a few automatics, one or two "big guns"

i no noting of guns

rolled 57 = 57

>>18912073
Magiscience type stuff. Runeguns, magic detectors, warded armor, etc.

rolled 9 = 9

a wide arsenal of weapons. Sniper rifles, assault rifles, blades, pistols and even a pair of old revolvers.

rolled 22 = 22

>>18912292

rolled 38 = 38

>>18912270
this is where I'd like to transfer my 61

Also, knives. Lot's of blades weapons.

>And knives.

rolled 27 = 27

>>18912331
Bladed*

>>18912270
>>18912232
>I'm assuming by automatics you mean assault rifles and SMG'S

Inside, on a wall rack, are about twelve firearms. You recognize a few of them. An MP5 sits right next to a couple of shotguns and an AK-47. A pair of pistols, one dissassembled, lay next to what you assume is a gunsmithing kit. A machine gun sits on a table next to a bolt action hunting rifle. A couple grenades sit in a box. A ballistic vest lies underneath several knives, some with brass knuckles attached. All the knives seem to have something inscribed on the blade, and the vest seems to almost glow.
How the fuck did Dad get this sort of hardware? You never saw him bring it with him. Maybe he created a stash in every place he lived. The room is larger than you'd think it is at first glance. All the weapons though, make it seem closed in and threatening. Then you spot another desk. Stacks of paper cover it, and just above it, a large map of the city that covers most of the wall. Different colored pins connect colored string to one another. Christ. What the hell did Dad do on his days off?

Investigate [ ]
Take better stock of the armory [ ]
Other [ ]

>>18912429

[x] Take better stock

Specifically ammo.

Pop's loaded for bear or what? I get the feeling its worse than just hollowpoints...

rolled 33 = 33

>>18912429
Investigate the desk/map

(guysweneedtogotoouroldhouses)

rolled 22 = 22

>>18912429
constantly roll to solve disputes?

>>18912491
>No.
>>18912453
>>18912440
>I'll just do both
You start to poke around the armory, and start to get an idea of what the weapons are called.

The AK-47 is actually an AK-74m. The two shotguns are Mossburg 500's. The disassembled pistol is you think, an M9. The other one is a M1911A1. Buried under a canvas duffle bag you find another assault rifle, an HK G36C. The machine gun is an M-60. You also find several high strength ropes, a weird flashlight looking thing, and a box of Twinkies.

Munching on the Twinkies, you start to look over the map. Apparently, the red string seems to be following something, with post it notes with names and dates on it. A series of blue pins, including one on where the house is located, seem to indicate safe-zones or maybe other stashes of gear.
Gold pins, green pins, and purple pins dot the map, with string connecting several of them together.

A note next to one of the blue pins catches your eye. You read it.
"Sergi, shipment, Nick, ask him to join the fight. Sergi should help Nick with training if asked. Should ask him."
Your Dad obviously thought things through. If only he'd sent the letter. No, he'd still be dead, and you wouldn't know about why he was the man he was until the snail mail got back to your apartment. You take a look at the date on the meeting with Sergi. It's tonight.

Leave, bring weapons (Suggest in post). [ ]
Leave unarmed. Don't want to send the wrong message [ ]
Other [ ]

Take the M1911A1, weird flashlight, and the Twinkies. Look for Sergi on the map and try to find out what happened to Dad.

>>18912704
>Derp, forgot to mention ammo!
>Hollow points, FMJ, Frangible, Incendiary Shotgun shells, you name it, he has it.
>Also, one of the Mossies is cut down.

>>18912704

>M1911A1

That's ours now

I don't care if Dad didn't want us to have it, ITS OURS NOW.

Taking anything else might be a bad idea, since it'd be harder to hide. Maybe the AK-74m if it'll fit under our coat or whatever.

But still, THAT M1911A1 IS OURS NOW

>>18912795
I like the way you think.

>>18912792
Normal appropriate ammo for the M1911A1, why would we need anything else?

>>18912704
Look for concealable holsters, take both pistols and the flashlight.

Also, take the notes, so Sergei knows whats up if he already doesn't.

>>18912852
This, but
something discreet

>>18912791
>>18912833
Naming myself.

>>18912877
if you know what you're doing, you can carry every weapon in this arsenal discreetly.

It involves large coats and custom holsters, but it's doable.

>>18912704
The G36 series has heating issues, so leave it. The M60 and its ammo weight too much, so leave it. The shotguns work best in a range that the .45 could also handle, but weigh more. We also won't probably be breaching doors, so leave it.

The AK-74 can come with. The 1911 is coming with as well. Maybe a knife. That's my suggestion. If it seems inappropriate, the AK can stay in the trunk until needed.

>>18912944
But why would we grab everything and leave?
We could just as easily leave what we don't need here, and come back later if we need them. This seems like a great home base to me.

Personally I wouldn't grab more than the pistol if I was coming in on the situation.

>>18912833
>>18912795
>>18912791
>M1911A1 it is.
You take the assembled pistol. A spare magazine is laying right next to it, and you shove it in, racking the slide, and hopefully putting a round in the chamber, with a satisfying clack. Now, if only you knew how to accurately shoot one of these things. Or prevent it from firing while your carrying it. A trench coat is on a hook nearby, and inside is a shoulder holster. You put the .45 inside, before leaving with the address of where Sergi is going to be.
This time, you grab a handle on the side of the desk and pull it back into position after moving the opened boxes of ammo inside. You may need to come back later. Might as well not risk Mom finding the stash.

You hop into your car and head out. Dad obviously trusted Sergi. You however, have no idea in hell who he is. Probably part of the Mafia or something. The trip is uneventful, and you park your car a few blocks away from the meet. The alley is empty. Then, someone shoves you against the wall, grabbing the collar of the trench coat. You hear a 'click' and feel cold metal against your head.

"Tell me friend. Who are you, and why are you wearing Dave's coat? You have ten seconds before a bullet is in your head," an Eastern European man, likely Russian says into your ear.

>What do you tell him? Roll for effectiveness.

rolled 43 = 43

>>18913011
"The son of a friend."

>>18913011

"If my dad was wearing this coat, he'd get blood all over it with that slice in his neck... Sergi, I need your help figuring out who killed my father."

rolled 80 = 80

>>18913011
"... I don't suppose the name 'Nick' would ring a bell?"

>>18913086
Apparently it might?

>>18913086

>80
>realistic
This one.

So, winter? We gonna do this, or is this one going to die, too?

>>18913086
"...I don't suppose the name 'Nick' would ring any bells."
You feel the man loosen his grip on you and the gun being pulled away from your head. Turning around, you see the man that did it. Greying hair, the start of a beard, close cut hair. This man was obviously a soldier. The gun he put to your head is still out, but no longer pointed at you. He shoves it back inside his own leather jacket.
"I'm Sergi," he says, and shakes your hand.
"Dave told me you would see me sometime soon. You're his son, right? How is he anyway?"

You wince a little. His grip is crushing. "My Dad was killed. Throat cut out. I found a note referring to you in his hideaway thing."
Sergi stiffens. He motions down the alley. "I am sorry to hear that. He was a good man and a good friend. Come. The shipment is right around the corner."
You follow Sergi down the alley, to a delivery truck. Sergi pulls open the doors. Inside is a packing crate. Sergi grabs a crowbar and rips the top off. Inside is... something. An oddly shaped rifle with a magazine behind the trigger, and overly large scope. Sergi picks it up lovingly.
"XM25, reconfigured for 40 millimeter computerized grenades. It took me a lot of cash to obtain this."
He hands it to you, then shoves some packing material out of the way. "Here. 40mm, computerized, filled with blessed silver. Surprisingly easy to obtain."
This is some serious shit you've gotten into. High tech grenade launchers. Armories inside your old house. Blessed silver rounds.
"Er, Sergi?"

"Yes?"

"What exactly did my father do?"
Sergi strokes his facial hair. "Protected the innocent. Helped the common man. Took the law to those beyond it." Sergi smiled. It looks creepy on him. Predatory really.
"And so will you Nick. Hop in the truck."

>>18913393
Sorry it took so long.
CHOICES!
Ask Sergi more on the ride to wherever he's going [ ]
Fake knowledge of gunnery skills [ ]
Ask for a crash course in weaponry [ ]
Other [ ]

>>18913339
>God, I hope not.

>>18913405
Crash course on shootan.

We're going to need it. ESPECIALLY if we've got a grenade launcher. That shit isn't self-explanatory.

>>18913405
[x]Ask Sergi more on the ride to wherever he's going
[x]Ask for a crash course in weaponry

>>18913490
>>18913482
Coming right up
"Sergi, where are we going?"
He looks at you still holding the XM25 as he starts the engine.
"First off, considering your finger is on the trigger of that thing, for a crash course in firearms safety. There is an old abandoned aircraft hanger out on the city outskirts your father and I converted into a firing range. We're heading there first. And put that grenade launcher under the seat, I don't want to get pulled over with high explosives in the back of this thing because you don't know shit about concealment."
You hastily follow his command, and secure the grenade launcher under the seat.
"Can you be a little more specific about what you and my father did, Sergi?"
"Yes. We killed monsters. And soon, you will too."
You ride in silence after this. Eventually, Sergi stops outside the hanger. You get out and bring the XM25 with you. Inside are some earmuffs, wooden targets, sandbags, walls, and more. It's quite an impressive set up.
Sergi pulls on a pair of the earmuffs, takes the XM25 from you and sets it on a table next to several other weapons, and hands you a pair of ear muffs, which you quickly put on.
"Alright. You have a piece with you?"
You pull out the M1911A1.
Sergi takes it from you, pulls the slide back just far enough to check to see if a round is in the chamber, nods, and then cocks the hammer before handing it back to you.
"Now it's ready to fire. Go on, take a shot at one of the targets. Don't worry about noise, your father and I took... precautions for that. We could fire an artillery piece in here, and no one would notice."
Sergi pulls a lever, and up pops... Dracula?
>Roll for shooting skills

rolled 86 = 86

>>18913679
We are the best shooter in the world!

rolled 72 = 72

>>18913679
Rollan to remember the takeup in the trigger.

rolled 24 = 24

>>18913679
Completely wide of the target.

>>18913749
>>18913713
>The dice like Nick.
You pull the trigger. BANG. A piece of Dracula's head falls off.
"Again. Two in the chest, one in the head."
BANG BANG BANG.
More bits fly off Dracula.
"One more time. Same drill."
BANG BANG BANG.
The slide locks back. Sergi gives you a thumbs up.
"Not bad. You done this before?"
"Nope," You say grinning. He motions for the .45, and you hand it to him. He sets it down on the table and grabs an AK style rifle.
"Lets try something a little bigger this time..."
>Roll 'em

rolled 34 = 34

>>18913828
Rapidly lose control of the gun.

rolled 50 = 50

>>18913679
Hold it firmly, but not overly tight. Push forward slightly with the weapon hand, pull opposite with the support hand. Shoulders relaxed, arms at apex, and feet square, lean forward into the shot. Line the sights with the target just above the front post, and take out any slack in the trigger. Then squeeze the trigger until it breaks, hold until the case extracts, then reset. Make sure the slack is out of the trigger, check to see that you're still on target, then squeeze the trigger again

Repeat until the slide locks back.

>>18913847
Indeed.

>>18913855
>implying a random guy wouldn't just imitate the cool stances from action movies

rolled 62 = 62

>>18913828
Check the fire selector, pocket the stock tightly, raise it until you get a good cheek weld, line up the sights, lean in, squeeze the trigger just once.

>>18913881
I didn't when I shot for the first time.

>>18913925
Did some russian guy put an ak47 in your hands, and tell you to shoot without further instructions ? Were you interested in firearms before that ?

>>18913855
>>18913847
>Needed to beat a 75 for this one.
It doesn't go to well. When you pull the trigger, a spray of lead comes out. You rapidly loose control, and miss Dracula entirely. With the whole magazine.
Sergi is grinning when you turn to him.
"Always check the fire selector on these things. You don't want to go fully auto all the time. You'll miss."
You pop out the spent mag, and grab a new one off the table, insert it, and pull back the action to get a round in the chamber. This time you switch the fire selector to "SEMI." Dracula stands no chance. You empty the entire magazine into him this time.
This routine continues for the next several hours. You learn how to clear jams, field strip your M1911A1, adjust the sights on rifles, and even fire the XM25 at another wooden Dracula. Sergi gives you a ride back to your car.
"I'll call you when something comes up, Nick. Next time you'll start learning how to use knives."
You thank Sergi, and climb in your car. What a night.
Head back to Mom's. [ ]
Go to the Hotel [ ]
Drive around town. Must be a bar or something open this late [ ]
Other [ ]

Head back to Mom's. [ ]

>>18913980
I'm pretty tired. There's a spare bed at mom's ? Go for it.

Ponder the meaning of "We killed monsters. And soon, you will too." We didn't get more and followed the mood, but... Based on our taste for similar stories, the assumption that our dad wasn't the kind to hunt regular criminals and Sergi's Dracula, we're probably going to be killing actual monsters.

Is it really something we'd like to do ? I can't say I'm not curious, but I don't know nearly enough to start killing whatever.

>>18914001
You head back towards Mom's. There's a time for sleep, and this isn't it. You stop in a convenience store, pick up an energy drink, and chug it while driving back to Mom. The house is just as you left it. Mom hasn't woken up yet.

Feeling a little guilty about it, you head back down into the basement. Knowing where the handles on the desk are helps a lot in getting into the armory this time.

You shove the cut down Mossburg, the AK-74m, several magazines for the AK, and the flashlight thing inside the duffle bag. If you need to leave fast, you now at least can keep some of the gear with you.

Head back to the Hotel with the duffle bag [ ]
Study the Map and Dad's notes [ ]
Conk out on the couch [ ]
Hit the town. Time to gather information on the other blue pins[ ]
Other [ ]

Conk out on the couch [ ]

>>18914150
Energy drinks don't last long for you. You feel that crash coming on. You take the trench coat and .45 and place them inside your car after shifting the desk back into position. You fall asleep on the couch within seconds of hitting it.

Your dreams are, well, they aren't good

Your father is looking up at you screaming.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STAY? WHY DID YOU LEAVE? MAYBE IF YOU STAYED YOU WOULD HAVE SAVED MY LIFE!"

Dracula then flies down from the rafters and rips his throat out with his teeth. You look at his face. It's your own. Dracula lunges at you.

It shifts to a scene of you standing over your fathers grave. No, your grave. You see your mother sobbing, Chris greaving and Sergi saying to them "Dave hunted the monsters. So did he."

You wake up with a start. It's obviously morning. Mom isn't up yet. You take a look at the clock. 6:04.

Make Breakfast for Mom [ ]
Go study the Map, it may hold hints as to who killed Dad [ ]
Head to the Hotel. Still need to pay for the night [ ]
Other [ ]

Check on mom, she may be dead.

Make Breakfast for Mom [ ]

>>18914375
>>18914330
You check on mom. Still asleep, and still alive. There are some eggs in the fridge, and the toaster was where it always was. The sound of cooking soon wakes her up.

Mom looks awful. Her eyes are red from crying so much, and she looks almost in a daze.
"I made eggs."
She says nothing, and just sits down at the table.
You give her a plate of scrambled eggs, and she tears into it. The toast is eaten quite fast too. You turn on the TV. Might as well see what is on the news.

"Another body has been found, and police are baffled as to the culprit. Mrs. Edina Cho, age 78 was found dead in a parking lot, throat ripped out. So far, the serial killer dubbed "The Ripper of Paradise City" has claimed six victims. The previous victim was David-"

You quickly change the channel. No need to upset Mom this early. While Mom is eating, you slip downstairs and grab the duffle bag.
"Hey, Mom, I'm just going to head up to the Hotel and pay for the night. Do you want me to pick up something for you?"
"Some milk would be nice."

You walk out to the car. Tossing the duffle bag in the back seat, you head out to the hotel after picking up a gallon of milk, and pay for the next three nights in advance. You need to figure out a way to smuggle all the weapons Dad has in the basement out of the house and to your apartment complex. There's an old sub basement that would fit the bill nicely. Dad's cellphone rings. Apparently it was in the trench coat. It's Sergi. You pick it up.
"Hello Sergi. Whats up?"
"Another killing. We need to strike tonight. I have an idea where he is. This is the bastard that killed Dave. You want in Nick?"

Yes [ ]
No [ ]
Call me back in a bit [ ]

yes [ ]

Yes, although it may be in our best interest to train a bit with our knives first, after all we aren't trained yet and this is the same thing that killed our father.

>>18914569
yes

>>18914605
>>18914582
"If this is the fucker that killed my Dad, I'm fucking in Sergi. Might want some training first in the knives though."
Sergi laughs. "You won't need the knives friend. Why do you think I bought the XM25?"


It's two hours later. After you dropped the milk off at Mom's, you went straight back to where you first met Sergi. He's standing there. You pull up beside him. He jumps in the shotgun seat. "Go to the hanger. We'll pick up some stuff there."
Sergi was in and out in about two seconds. He came out with a crap ton of claymore mines, the XM25, and a large, scoped rifle..
"Jesus Christ Sergi, isn't that overkill?" you ask.
"When vampires are involved Nick, there is no such thing as 'overkill'."
You nod. Nothing makes much sense anymore. But considering all you learned in the past 24 hours, its not exactly surprising.

You set up the claymore mines just outside a dilapidated building. Sergi rigs them to blow when he activates a detonator. Sergi gives you the rifle. "Set up on top of the building over there. Shoot anything that moves and isn't me."
Easy enough. You get into positon. Sergi steps away from the door, raises the XM25, and fires into the building
>Cont.

>>18914793
All hell breaks loose. A group of homeless people, armed with knives and guns burst out the front door. Sergi activates the claymores.
KA-BOOOM! Limbs start flying. You see something on the roof, moving fast. You shift your aim, take a breath, and pull the trigger.

>Roll for accuracy and effect.

rolled 46 = 46

>>18914824
ding it, make it stumble

rolled 99 = 99

don't fuck this up, nick

>>18914848
I think we're good.

>>18914848
You aim for the center of mass and pull the trigger. BANG. The target stumbles, but keeps moving. BANG. The second shot puts him on his knees. He looks towards you, though the scope. You see yellow eyes and fangs. BANG. The last shot hits the heart. The vampire looks down, then falls, face first. It's done. You killed the bastard that murdered your father. Sergi is killing the wounded men down below. You have about five minutes, roughly, before the cops arrive. You and Sergi pick up the spent claymores and brass as fast as possible. Then you both go up to the roof. The vampire is dead as a door nail.

Sergi pats you on the back. "Three shots. Usually takes much more. Well done." Sergi pulls a pliers out of his pocket, and defangs the vampire.
"Here. Your first trophies" he says, and drops them into your pocket. The sound of sirens is getting closer.

>Flee with Sergi to hanger [ ]
>Drop Sergi off at hanger, go back to mom's retrieve the map of the city - YOUR city, not this one [ ]
>Get on the floor, everyone walk the dinosaur [ ]
>Other [ ]

>>18915006
Dinosaur

rolled 88 = 88

>>18915006
Get on the floor

Flee with Sergi to the hanger THEN we walk the dinosaur.

>Flee with Sergi to hanger [ ]

>>18915119
>>18915072
>>18915039
>Good. Now I can do what I want in this one.
"One more thing Sergi."
You take your foot, place it over the vampires head and stomp down as hard as you can. It splits open with a satisfying crack. You keep stomping until it's a unrecognizable wreck. Then you spit on the corpse.
"Ok, I'm good."
You and Sergi tear away from the scene just before the cops arrive.
>And with that, I think we can call it a night.
>What should we call the quest for archives sake?

wow, if i had known that's what you meant by dinosaur i woulda gone with that.

as for the name... i've got nothing

>>18915167
Seriously, What should we call it for the Archive. I'm planning on running this again next Sunday. I'm having a lot more fun with this one than I did with my last quest.

... city of darkness?

Vampire Face-Stomping: The Quest

>>18915261
Hmm. Maybe. Would like more suggestions.

well, are there only vampires or more monsters?

>>18915281
I like it. But vampires won't be the only thing who's faces you'll be stomping in.

... monster mash? underside?

>>18915375
Underside. That works well. Lets go with that. Hunter of the Underside Quest.
Let's get it archived.

>>18915411
Next thread, next sunday, starting it at 5 o'clock PM Chan time.

>>18915512
My body is ready