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ROLAND WOZNIAK

>9:48 PM - Dusk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VgL_gbz3xs&list=LL&index=28

Somehow, it always surprises you. The stench. The sheer roiling mass of humanity, pushing through your nostrils, into your mouth, down your throat, making your eyes water. Out in the country, it’s not so bad. The sound of cicadas, the smell of fresh cut grass and the taste of rain on your lips. But in Bad Brick, it’s all ash and crude oil. You’ve already made the call to Carlos, and he’s a man of his word. He gave you an address in the nicer part of Bad Brick, on the eastside. He said that the boss is expecting you, and that he may have the answers you seek.

He better.

Along the way, you stop back at your apartment to stash your purchases. The Winchester Model 70, and the Remington 870 all go in your closet, fully loaded and ready to go at a moments notice. You hold onto the Glock, keeping it resting snugly in your double shoulder holster next to your S&W Bodyguard, that gift from Old Bill.

Eventually, you make it to the address Carlos gave you, the street lined with upscale apartment complexes, nice cafes and nicer cars. Parking on the side of the road you can’t help but notice how out of place your rinky dink Pontiac G5 looks. A car like yours has no business in a place like this, but here it is all the same. As you take a step out of your car, you cast a glance around at the apartments before you see it: Scarlett Meadows Apartments, a ten story building with a dark red facade. You walk up to the entrance, take a moment to steel yourself, then you press the button, buzzing the apartment number that Carlos gave you: 444.

It buzzes for a second or two, before you hear a voice, crackly and tinny on the buzzers little speaker: “Mr. Wozniak, I presume? Come up to my apartment, I’ll buzz you in.” At that you hear the loud electronic whining indicating that the door has been unlocked, and you pull on the door handle, pulling it open and then walking inside. Once you’re inside, you walk up to the elevator and step inside, before pressing the button marked 4.

It doesn’t take long at all to get to the fourth floor, and not much longer after that you’re standing in front of apartment 444. Before you can even knock on the door, it swings open, revealing a man so young and so beautiful that you almost think you’ve got the wrong apartment, but then he says “Mr. Wozniak, what a pleasure it is to finally make your acquaintance. Please, come in.” and then he gestures for you to step inside.

Well, in for a penny…

Once you’re inside, the owner of The Underworld brings you to a lavish red velvet couch, and then sits opposite from you in a similarly lavish loveseat. After pouring himself a glass of dark, crimson red liquid from a wine bottle, he says “Well then, Mr. Wozniak, what can I do for you?”

>Be honest, and tell him the truth about what you’re looking for, and why you’re looking for it, namely that Bastard that killed your daughter. Carlos appreciated your honesty last time and set up this meeting, maybe his boss will be of a similar disposition.

>Tell him that you’re a cop and you’re looking for a man who frequents his club. Not necessarily a lie, per se, and perhaps the implied ‘or else’ in telling him that you’re investigating a man who hangs around his club, and therefore him and his club, will loosen his lips a bit.

>Time to twist the screws a bit. This guy is barely more than a kid, all you need to do is act tough and intimidating and you bet he’ll crack like an egg.

>Write in

>>5356882
Oh this "kid" is some supernatural monster. not sure if only Vampires exist around these parts but but he's not human.

Also seems like Carlos told this guys about us so I guess lies wont fly.

>Be honest, and tell him the truth about what you’re looking for, and why you’re looking for it, namely that Bastard that killed your daughter. Carlos appreciated your honesty last time and set up this meeting, maybe his boss will be of a similar disposition.

Welcome back. Thought this was dead. Please keep it up!
>Be honest, and tell him the truth about what you’re looking for, and why you’re looking for it, namely that Bastard that killed your daughter. Carlos appreciated your honesty last time and set up this meeting, maybe his boss will be of a similar disposition.

>>5356882

>>5356882
>Tell him that you’re a cop and you’re looking for a man who frequents his club. Not necessarily a lie, per se, and perhaps the implied ‘or else’ in telling him that you’re investigating a man who hangs around his club, and therefore him and his club, will loosen his lips a bit.

>>5357753
>>5357023
>>5356964
2 for being honest, 1 for going for the cop angle. Apologies for not updating yesterday, felt ill right after posting the thread, but I'm gonna try to squeeze in multiple updates today if at all possible. Anyways, writing now.

You consider trying to con him, spin him a yarn about you being a cop and that it would be in his best interest to cooperate, but then… His eyes. The rest of his face is young and beautiful, almost ethereally so, but his eyes just feel out of place. Like they’ve seen more than one lifetime of events. Much more. There’s a weariness in his gaze, despite his youthful demeanor. No, you’re certain that if you tried to bullshit him, he’d just see right through it. Instead, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the wave of guilt and shame that comes when you talk about that night.

“It all started three months ago,” you begin, “When a… Thing ruined my life…”

As you tell him your story, he just sits there, stone faced and silent, only making slight movements to occasionally sip from his wine glass. Eventually, you finish up by saying “A few days ago, I met a girl. She told me she had seen That Man, the description she gave me fit him perfectly. She said she saw him frequently at your club, The Underworld. This is my only lead, and I think you know who I’m talking about. Please, I… I need to find him, to put an end to all this. Can you help me, Mr…?”

Draining the last of the dregs from his wine glass, he licks his lips clean of the slight crimson stain from his wine. Gently, he sets the glass down on the coffee table between you. He begins “Reinlaw. Simon Reinlaw. Mr. Wozniak, before I tell you anything, I have just one question. When you find That Man, what will you do with him? And what will you do with yourself, after?”

It’s a strange question, you thought it would be obvious what you’d do with That Bastard once you got your hands on him, but… You’ve never really thought about what you’d do afterwards… Taking a breath, your hands clench unconsciously as you answer him.

>Write in what to say. What will you do when you finally get your hands on Him? Can you even imagine a life after that?

>>5358021
>It's obvious I think. Justice for my daughter. After that...I don't know, ask a man what he'll do after he accomplishes his dream and he won't know what to tell you.

Hmm kept it vague with the justice part not sure if this guy will help us if we straight up tell him we'll kill this dude first chance we get. Also there might be some vampire punishment for stupid vampires like the killer.

>>5358021
>They say revenge doesn't solve anything but I can't see any other solution.
>>5358151
This is good, especially the dream stuff.

>>5358151
Supporting

>>5358151
>>5358215
>>5358332
I'll combine the two, writing now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFUka3hPAC8

Taking a moment, you think of your answer. The words don’t come easily to you, for the longest time now you’ve avoided thinking too much about that night, That Man, and what you’d do, both to him and with yourself, after. Thinking about it now, it feels like picking on a scab that’s just about to heal, reopening the wound all over again. Still though, eventually some kind of answer comes to mind.

“It’s obvious, I think. Justice for my daughter. After that… I don’t know. They say revenge never solved anything, but the thought of getting revenge, getting justice… It’s the only thing that keeps me going, some days. It’s like asking a man what he’ll do after he accomplishes his dream, most won’t know what to tell you. I suppose I’m a part of that group.”

When you finish your thought, you finally notice that your fingers have dug tiny, red grooves into your palm. You relax your grip, and it feels like some deep, twisted knot inside of you has just been unwound. Looking up, you stare into the dark eyes of Reinlaw, and for a moment you think you saw a sparkle, a trick of the light twinkling in his eyes. His lips part, revealing bright white teeth, forming a wry grin.

“Well said, Mr. Wozniak. Very well, you’ve convinced me that your intentions are pure. As it happens, I do know of the man who hurt your daughter. He’s… Caused some trouble for me as well, though nowhere near as horrid as what he’s done to you. I happen to be a part of a group, several like minded citizens who, I like to think, keep this city running. As it is, That Man has run afoul of nearly all of my compatriots, and we have been looking for a solution to Him and His doings for a while now, and I think we’ve found it, in you.”

As he speaks, he gets off the velvet chair and walks to a file cabinet, which looks rather out of place amongst the otherwise well appointed furniture. Reaching in, he pulls out a manila folder, before walking back and sitting down across from you. He then opens it, and pulls out a polaroid, before turning it around and showing it to you… It’s Him! That Man, in a leather jacket and black jeans, smoking a cigarette inside some darkly lit room. Written in sharpie beneath the picture is what must be his name: Leo Schultz. He turns it around and looks at it for a moment, before putting it on the table and sliding it to you.

“Keep it. I’m sure it will be of use to you in your hunt. And also, take this: An address, the No Tell Hotel which I believe is where he is currently staying, but for how long, I do not know. Be warned that he will not be alone, as a group of radicals, what I believe to be his allies, also make that Hotel their home, and each one would be quite a bit more than a trifle, even to someone of your skills.”

As he speaks, he pulls out another polaroid of the titular Hotel, a rather run down and seedy looking place with a bright neon red sign above the entrance. Handing it to you, you flip it on its back and see that the address is written on it: 629 Reynolds Street, on the southside of Bad Brick, and from what you remember there is little more than crumbling projects, junkies and dealers making their home there.

You place both polaroids into your jacket, and then say “I… Thank you, Simon. But… Why help me like this? You don’t even know me.” At that he chuckles and says “No, it’s true, I don’t. But even someone like me is not heartless, and after hearing your story and seeing the resolve in your eyes, I couldn’t help but to help you. All I want in return for this small favor, is a promise from you that you may in turn do me a kindness one day. That day may never come, and yet I think it would be good to have a man like you in my corner, should the time come. Of course, you may refuse and you can still keep both pictures, I’ll hold you no ill will either way. Still…”

Then he holds out his hand, the corner of his mouth crooked up in a coy smile, and says “Deal?”

>”Deal.”

>”Sorry, but no. No deal.”

>Write in

>>5359142
>”Deal.”

Hmm we really don't have a reason to distrust this guy besides paranoia. And although drugs take their toll I'm not quite sure Roland is at that level quite yet.

>>5359142
>"Deal.”
Vampire hitman for a vampire?

>>5359142

I am glad you are feeling better now. I would hate to see this become yet another dead quest thread. You could be the first on this site to not give up on a VTM.

is a test to see how skillful we are and whether we would be a worthy addition to their club. We are an addict. And if we prove able we may become this guys ghoul or potential fledgling. Think of this as an ability test. We either die in the attempt, succeed to some degree and then die, complete the job but poorly and get killed this guy, or recruited. There is no other option. We are a baseline human going up against a kindred, his herd, and a ghoul or two. This will be epic.

>Take the deal

>>5356881
>Tell him that you’re a cop and you’re looking for a man who frequents his club. Not necessarily a lie, per se, and perhaps the implied ‘or else’ in telling him that you’re investigating a man who hangs around his club, and therefore him and his club, will loosen his lips a bit.

>>5359142
>>5359590
should have read further before voting.
>”Deal.”

>>5359592
>>5359590
>>5359580
>>5359396
>>5359157
No update tonight, ended up working overtime unexpectedly and now I'm totally wiped out. Next update will be sometime tomorrow morning, apologies for the delay.

>>5359592
>>5359580
>>5359396
>>5359157
Alright, writing now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsSc4pOrj38

When you think about it, you really have no reason to be in this man’s debt. You’ve got the information, you got an address, a name and a photo to go with it. But…

“Deal.”

You reach out and grab his hand, and for a moment you’re shocked by how cold and clammy his grip is. Then he pumps your arm up and down, twice, and your hands part. His smile is much warmer than his grip as he says “Very good, Mr. Wozniak. I have a feeling that this is the start of a long and beautiful friendship. Now then, it’s getting late and I’m sure there’s somewhere else you’d rather be right now.”

Then he gets up and leads you back to the front door of his apartment, and as you’re walking out, he says “Don’t worry about making good on the promise. When the time comes, I’ll find you. Have a wonderful night, Mr. Wozniak.” And then you’re out the door and you hear it close behind you. That was…

Weird. You still don’t know quite what to make of him. He looked young, but he spoke in an odd way for someone his age. Stilted, but elegant. And you don’t even want to think about his icy grip, it felt like shaking hands with a corpse. Still though, for some reason you feel as though you can trust him, but God only knows what his favor will entail, whenever he decides to call on you.

Checking your watch, you see it’s a little after 10:30 PM, and for now the night is yours. Sammy should be getting on stage at The Blue Room right about now, maybe you should pay her a visit before your date tomorrow. Then again, you’re dying to stake out this Hotel That Bastard is staying at, get a feel for the situation there before you do anything rash. Or you could just say fuck it, and turn in early, sleeps starting to sound good right about now.

And in the back of your mind, you feel the need to get high. Get twisted, forget about all this bullshit. Forget about everything, if only for a while. Yeah, maybe.

>You currently still have the -10 debuff to all rolls until you ingest a drug of some kind or wait long enough to kick the addiction. You also have 2316$ saved up total, with 2316$ on you currently. You have 3 uses of cocaine, 2 uses of amphetamines and 5 uses of the blue pills remaining. If you wish to use a drug, just write it in with your choice when you vote.

>Head over to the Blue Room, go see Sammy do her thing. It’d be nice, take a break from all the weirdness your life has become lately. Go somewhere familiar, do something comforting for once.

>Go check out The No Tell Hotel. You think you’ve heard of this place before, but the memory is fuzzy. Go refresh your memory, and get a feel for the place. Who’s staying there beside That Man, when they go in and out, that kind of thing. A classic stake out.

>Go home and get some shut eye. It’s been a long day, and honestly, you are worn out. No need to get into any more craziness right now, all that can wait until after you’ve gotten some rest.

>Write in.

>Check out the place during the day when the marks are asleep. Go home look the place up/use our contacts.

>>5359580
>>5357023
Thanks for the well wishes and everything, and sorry for not making this thread on the 10th like I said I would, life got in the way like it likes to do sometimes. If you all go the way I expect you to, then things should be heating up nicely this thread, stay tuned for it!

Also next update will be around 4-5 PM today, be there or be square.

Thanks. I give you points for keeping with the story. Take care of yourself. Popularity takes time. Story has been good so far. Ideally this story wont die in this thread. >>5361108

>>5361072
>Go check out The No Tell Hotel. You think you’ve heard of this place before, but the memory is fuzzy. Go refresh your memory, and get a feel for the place. Who’s staying there beside That Man, when they go in and out, that kind of thing. A classic stake out.

>>5361072
>Head over to the Blue Room, go see Sammy do her thing. It’d be nice, take a break from all the weirdness your life has become lately. Go somewhere familiar, do something comforting for once.

>>5361072
>Head over to the Blue Room, go see Sammy do her thing. It’d be nice, take a break from all the weirdness your life has become lately. Go somewhere familiar, do something comforting for once.

Going to the vampire den at night doesn’t sound like a good idea…

>>5361355
>>5361311
>>5361257
>>5361083
Apologies for the delay, but I'm gonna go ahead and call it here. Since one vote is to wait for day time to stake out the Hotel and one is to do it right now, I'm gonna go with the two votes to head to the Blue Room.

Writing now.

Before long, you’re back in your car and on the road. You consider going over to the No Tell Hotel right now to check it out, but if it’s really full of vampires or whatever the fuck, then you should probably stay away ‘til daylight. Instead, you start driving over to the Blue Room for some much needed R&R. Sammy’s a lot of things. A mother. Your lover. Beautiful. But what really makes her special is her voice. She could make it big if she really wanted, but you think she prefers the cozy and smoky environs of The Blue Room and the other jazz clubs in Bad Brick to the razzle and dazzle of fame.

When you first met her, you were still a beat cop, and a somewhat respectable one at that. Her neighbors called the cops when they heard a whole bunch of bad noise, and the dispatcher radioed you into her old apartment. When you got there, her old boyfriend was already at the door and before you could even ask him what was going on, he was spinning you a load of bullshit. “Hey hey man, I didn’t do nothing, my neighbors are waaay too nosy” and all that shit, but when you heard the screaming baby and gentle, quiet sobbing coming from behind the door, you knew.

You knew you were gonna fuck him up.

Not then and there, of course. First you had to check in on Sammy and the kid. The baby seemed well enough, just disturbed by all the yelling and noise, but Sammy… Her eyes were blacked up and swollen so bad she could barely open them, and her nose had been busted open and her mouth and shirt were covered in blood from the nosebleed. You asked her if she was okay and what happened, and she just mumbled “I… Fell down the… stairs…”, her head wobbling back and forth while she sat on the grimy bedroom floor and hugged her knees. But even then, as fucked up as she was…

She was gorgeous.

You cuffed the boyfriend and he crumpled like a soggy paper bag, no fight left in him when he was up against a guy his own size. You put him in the patrol car and didn’t radio it in, except to call in an EMT and a social worker for Sammy and the baby. You drove to a back alley in a part of town that rarely had anyone pass through, not even the homeless, pulled him out of your patrol car and… And…

By the time you were done, he was in worse shape than Sammy. Much, much worse. You left him there, beaten, bloody and covered in his own filth with a warning that if he ever even looked at Sammy again, you’d make him wish he was never born. A couple days later, you checked in on Sam and the baby, just to check if he had come back.

He hadn’t.

You never told her what you did, but you think she knew, deep down. You gave her your number to call if she ever ran into trouble, and a few days after that she did call. Not because of any trouble, but just to invite you to come to the club to listen to her sing. And the rest is history.

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When you come out of your reminiscence, you find yourself parked on the street, across from The Blue Room. You walk up to the door, exchange greetings with Joe, the doorman, and step inside.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-xDqmebxnM&list=LL&index=87

You got lucky, Sammy’s just started singing. You take a seat in a booth near the back, light up a cigarette and watch her sing. All the lights are on her, and she’s in a nice red dress, reaching down to her shins. The band behind her, a bunch of old hands at the club circuit, do their jobs well. But Sammy’s the star of the show, her voice outshining them all. Looking around, the clubs more packed than usual, but almost everyone is dead silent, smoking and drinking and just looking up at her. Before long, you become entranced too, and all your thoughts and worries drift away, forgotten. Even the rest of the club falls away, and then it’s just you, her, and your cigarette.

Eventually, she finishes the song, the drummer and saxophonist giving a trilling flourish to accompany her velvety voice. When she stops singing, there’s a slight pause before the crowd starts applauding, at first a handful of polite claps before it builds and builds, until everyone in the room is hooting and whistling, and the clapping becomes thunderous. She gives a shy smile, thanks everyone for listening and then announces the next singer, then saunters off the stage.

Jesus, talk about a tough act to follow.

Your eyes follow her as she walks off into the backrooms, presumably heading to the green room, and as the door shuts behind her you decide to get up and go after her. The staff all know you here and your thing with Sam, so nobody says word one when you go into the backrooms after her. Sure enough, when you knock on the green room door, she answers. The look of surprise on her face is priceless.

“Roland! W-why didn’t you tell me you were coming to the show? Did you see that whole thing?” Smirking, you say “Sure did. You killed it baby, that crowd was eating out of the palm of your hand.” She rolls her eyes and then embraces you, saying “Stop it, you’re gonna make me blush! Hey, you wanna get outta here and head to my place? That was my last song, and Tommies sleeping over at his friend’s place tonight. How ‘bout it, big guy?”

>”I was hoping you’d ask me that. Let’s go, babydoll.”

>”Sorry babe, but I got some stuff to take care of tonight. Date’s still on for tomorrow though.”

>Write in.

>>5361407
>”I was hoping you’d ask me that. Let’s go, babydoll.”

>>5361407
>>”I was hoping you’d ask me that. Let’s go, babydoll.”

>>5361407

>”I was hoping you’d ask me that. Let’s go, babydoll.”

>>5361877
>>5361773
>>5361415
3 for netflix and chill, writing now.

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“I was hoping you’d ask me that. Let’s go, babydoll.”

She giggles and then pecks you on the lips, before releasing the embrace to gather her things. Purse, check. Phone, check. Leather jacket, check. When everything is in order, you both make your way out of the club and head to your cars, separately. You know the way to her place from the club by heart, and despite the withdrawals being as strong as ever, you feel kind of giddy. It’s been far too long since you’ve been in the warm embrace of a woman, and your encounter with Jane, awkward as it is, has left you raring to go.

It doesn’t take long at all with the traffic being unusually light tonight, and when you pull into the parking lot near Sam’s apartment building, you see her at the front door waiting for you. You step out of the car and walk over to her, and before you can even say 'hello', she’s on you, hot and fierce and needy, and when your lips and bodies eventually part it is more out of some sense of propriety than anything else.

In the elevator up to her floor, you’re back at it, back into that tender and sometimes rough push and pull of foreplay. When the door opens, you back off each other, and you both damn near run to her apartment door. She puts the keys to the lock, misses it in the excitement, fumbles and drops it, and when you both bend down to pick it up, your hands brush against each other, and you swear you can feel a spark of electricity shiver up your arm and through your body from the touch. You take the keys and unlock it in one movement, and when you’re both inside and the door closes, neither of you get any sleep until much, much later…

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>CHOOSE THE INTERLUDE

VIOLENT DELIGHTS, VIOLENT ENDS

PARASITES IN THE GUISE OF MEN

PICKING UP THE PIECES

>>5362148

>PARASITES IN THE GUISE OF MEN

>>5362148
>PICKING UP THE PIECES
Can you say how far we are to dropping the drug dependences?

>>5362178
After this interlude you will be at a -15 debuff to all rolls, then the next day after that it will be a -20, up to the maximum of -25. But, if you keep on staying clean, there will be a steady decrease in the debuff every day after that until you hit 0 and have fully kicked the addiction. So about a week in game.

We are not going into that death trap with those debuffs.

>>5362199
The debuffs can be negated by ingesting any drug, which also carry their own buffs depending on the drug. Amphetamines buff intelligence and strength/athletics rolls, cocaine buffs charisma and intelligence rolls, etc. If you do ingest a drug however, the detox process gets reset and you'll have to go through the whole withdrawals/debuff process again, so choose wisely.

>>5362148
>PICKING UP THE PIECES

>>5362148
>PICKING UP THE PIECES

>>5362206
what does weed get us. can we the addiction of 1 drug while still using another. like a weed addiction instead of meth.

>>5362363
Weed gets you a +10 to charisma rolls and +10 to any rolls that require abstract thinking, such as making an out of the box plan or writing a song.

>can we the addiction of 1 drug while still using another. like a weed addiction instead of meth

For the sake of simplicity, any drug use resets your addiction progress, and you are not currently addicted to any one drug, but rather an abstraction that handles all your various drug use. Basically, in terms of this quests mechanics, you are addicted to everything, and if you complete the detox cycle then you will have kicked your habits for everything.

Although now that I think about it, I'll go ahead and make it so that using weed temporarily pushes your withdrawals, i:e the debuff, back by +5. So for example, if you have a -15 debuff from withdrawals, and you smoke a joint, then you'll temporarily have just a -10 debuff along with the +10 to charisma and abstract thinking rolls. Although once the high wears off, you'll be back to your current withdrawal and debuff level.

>>5362199
We're so close to breaking free. Maybe just need to prepare heavily.

>>5362258
>>5362225
>>5362178
>>5362162
1 for PARASITES IN THE GUISE OF MEN, 3 for PICKING UP THE PIECES. Apologies for not updating yesterday, I've been slammed at work lately but if everything holds up then my schedule should be normalizing soon. Anyways, writing now.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7Nu8DKJopA

PICKING UP THE PIECES

JANE MARIE DUPONT

Things haven’t been easy lately, but you think it’s starting to get better. You called the number Roland left you, some desk cop called Amir, and asked him about Candy. He didn’t sugarcoat it, told you that she was roughed up and traumatized but safe and recovering at Saint Januarius Medical in downtown. Despite that… Awkward situation where you made an ass of yourself with Roland earlier, you felt good. Happy that Candy was safe, and that you, in your own small way, were instrumental in saving Candy’s life. That night you cancel your appointment with Jacob, one of your usuals, and get an early night in. Surprisingly, you sleep well.

The next morning you head straight to Saint J’s to see Candy, and when the nurse at the desk leads you to her room, you nearly faint when you see her. She’s… Those Popov bastards beat her bloody, her whole face swollen and bruised purple and green, with seething red marks all around her neck. When you walk over and hold her hand, try as you might, you can’t hold back the flood of tears. Damn this city…

Goddamn this city.

Without realizing it, several drops of your tears fall down on Candy’s face, and you’re shocked when Candy’s hand goes from limp to gripping yours, hard.

Her left eye squints open, the other too swollen to open at all, and when her eye finds you, she smiles and you see that several of her front teeth have been knocked out. “...Is that you, Jane? Don’t cry… You should… You should see the other guy...”

At that your tears turn to laughter, and you thank God that there’s at least two good people in this damned city. You weren’t there to keep her from getting kidnapped, but you swear to God you will be there for her now. You’ll help her with picking up the pieces of her life now, if it’s the last thing you do.

If it’s the last fucking thing you do.


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ROLAND WOZNIAK

Somehow, when you wake up, you feel even worse than you did yesterday morning. God, a line of blow sounds fucking heavenly right about now. Everything fucking aches, like you ran a decathalon, you don’t know how you’re gonna get out of this bed. But then, Samantha squeezes her arm around your shoulder, and you find the will to keep on going. You roll over to look at her, and she grins at you, bleary eyed and blinking as she says “Good morning tiger. Jesus, I don’t know what got into you last night, but I hadn’t been fucked like that since… Well, since the last time we got in bed together, haha.”

Rolling over, you sit up on the edge of the bed and fumble for your pants, eventually finding them half draped on the nightstand. You dig around in it’s pocket and when you find your pack of Luckies, you shake two out and pop one in your mouth and one in hers, before lighting it and taking a long, deep drag. “Hey, comemere.” You turn around and see her leaning over, her unlit cigarette sitting upright between her lips. You lean forward a bit and place the burning cherry of your cigarette against hers, and then you both take another long drag.

“Thanks, Wozzy.”

Checking your watch, you see it’s 9:16 AM. You take a moment to think and then decide on what the plans for the morning are.

>You currently have a -15 debuff to all rolls until you ingest a drug of some kind or wait long enough to kick the addiction. You also have 2316$ saved up total, with 2316$ on you currently. You have 3 uses of cocaine, 2 uses of amphetamines and 5 uses of the blue pills remaining. If you wish to use a drug, just write it in with your choice when you vote.

>Now that it’s daylight, it’s a good time to finally stake out the No Tell Hotel. If who’s in there are what you suspect they are, you definitely don’t want to run into there half cocked.

>Hit up The Cock and see what info he’s got on That Man, AKA Leo Schultz. You got a picture and an address to show him, and you’ve always known Tony to have his fingers in many pies in Bad Brick, maybe he’s got something on Schultz as well.

>First things first, call Markie and reup your reefer supply. You’re still not sure if you’re committed to going totally clean, but a bit of weed should help with the withdrawals either way.

>Write in

>>5364580
>Hit up The Cock and see what info he’s got on That Man, AKA Leo Schultz. You got a picture and an address to show him, and you’ve always known Tony to have his fingers in many pies in Bad Brick, maybe he’s got something on Schultz as well.

>>5364580
>Now that it’s daylight, it’s a good time to finally stake out the No Tell Hotel. If who’s in there are what you suspect they are, you definitely don’t want to run into there half cocked.

>Hit up The Cock and see what info he’s got on That Man, AKA Leo Schultz. You got a picture and an address to show him, and you’ve always known Tony to have his fingers in many pies in Bad Brick, maybe he’s got something on Schultz as well.

No update tonight, feeling a little under the weather.

>>5364580
>Hit up The Cock and see what info he’s got on That Man, AKA Leo Schultz. You got a picture and an address to show him, and you’ve always known Tony to have his fingers in many pies in Bad Brick, maybe he’s got something on Schultz as well.

>>5364662
>>5364877
>>5365177
>>5366540
3 for sliding into Tony's DMs, 1 for scoping out the Hotel. Writing now.

If you really want to get started with your hunt for The Killer on the right foot, then gathering information is the first step. Part of you wants to go stake out the Hotel right now, but then you get a better idea. The Cock is a mid level lieutenant in the Camirila mod in Bad Brick, and a loan shark besides, if there’s anyone you know who might have information on this Leo Schultz, then he’s your best bet.

You get dressed and then step onto the balcony, telling Sammy that you’re just stepping out for a smoke. When you hear the shower start running inside the apartment, you know you’re safe to make the call. Dialing the number, it rings several times to the point you think he’s not gonna pick up, until you hear his high pitched voice on the other end. “Jesus Roland, it’s a bit early for a chit-chat, don’tcha think?” Sighing internally, you pinch the bridge of your nose as you say “Sorry Tony, but it’s important. You know anything about a guy named Leo Schultz, or the roach palace called the No Tell Hotel?”

“Not personally, no,” He starts, “But I have heard of that Hotel. Apparently a lot of nasty types hang around there, from what little I’ve heard. What are ya askin’ for?” You take a moment to debate with yourself of whether you should divulge such sensitive information to someone like The Cock, then think ‘Fuck it.’ “This Leo Schultz, he… He’s the one who killed Sophia. I’ve heard that he’s staying at that hotel, but for how long I don’t know. That’s why I need as much info as possible before I go in.”

SIlence on the other end. Finally he says “Ho-lee shit Roland. Why didn’t you tell me that? I’ll call some guys I know, ask around. Give me uuuhhh… A couple hours, at least, and I’ll get back to you.”

Thank God, so Tony’s got a heart after all. “Thanks Tony, I appreciate it. Seriously.” You swear you can hear him smirking on the other end when he says “Ah Hell Roland, fuggetaboutit. I’ll get back to you soon buddy.” Then you hear the dial tone signalling that he hung up.

So, a ‘couple hours at least’, eh? That means you got some time to kill.

>You currently have a -15 debuff to all rolls until you ingest a drug of some kind or wait long enough to kick the addiction. You also have 2316$ saved up total, with 2316$ on you currently. You have 3 uses of cocaine, 2 uses of amphetamines and 5 uses of the blue pills remaining. If you wish to use a drug, just write it in with your choice when you vote.

>While Tony’s asking around, go stake out the No Tell Hotel. What better way to wait for information than to sit around spying on the place itself?

>Go for a walk, maybe get some breakfast. Last night did a lot to clear your head and lift your spirits, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t work up an appetite in you.

>Just stay inside, laze around with Sammy for a while. Watch some TV, sit around and shoot the shit for a minute. It’s been too long since you took some time to yourself to do something normal.

>Write in.

>>5366936
>Go for a walk, maybe get some breakfast. Last night did a lot to clear your head and lift your spirits, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t work up an appetite in you.

With Sammy of course.

And bring our knuckle dusters and a handgun just in case…

>Go for a walk, maybe get some breakfast. Last night did a lot to clear your head and lift your spirits, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t work up an appetite in you.

Go armed.

>>5366936
>Go for a walk, maybe get some breakfast. Last night did a lot to clear your head and lift your spirits, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t work up an appetite in you.

>>5366936
>Just stay inside, laze around with Sammy for a while. Watch some TV, sit around and shoot the shit for a minute. It’s been too long since you took some time to yourself to do something normal.

Update later tonight at 8 PM, I'll let the last of the votes come in before then.

>>5368763
>>5367677
>>5367403
>>5367176
3 for going for a walk, 1 for lazing about the apartment. Writing now.

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Yeah, you can’t ignore that grumbling in your belly for any longer. While Sammy’s still in the shower, you slip on your coat, tucking your double shoulder holster underneath it with both your pieces. Just for precaution, you gently slide your trusty knuckledusters into your pockets, positioned just so, so they can be worn at a moment's notice. Right before you walk out the front door, you yell to Sammy that you’re stepping out for a minute, then you’re outta there.

Walking the streets of Sammy’s neighborhood, you can’t help but notice that her’s is a bit more upscale than your own. Guess it pays better to soothe hearts than to crack skulls. As you walk you can’t help but notice that even this part of town isn’t entirely free of crackheads, but luckily for you, they’re eyeing up a mark other than you this time. Sitting on a bus stop a couple yards away from the crackheads lounging on the stoop is a bookish young man, his bespectacled face buried in his seemingly brand new smartphone with two gold rings on each hand and two of those expensive bone white wireless earbuds in both ears.

As you pass by, you quickly cast a glance back and see that, yeah, two larger than usual thugs are ambling over to the kid, who couldn’t be any more oblivious. Part of you wants to just let nature take it’s course, your reptilian brain reasoning that you’ve played the hero more than enough lately. But…

But…

>Before you can talk yourself out of it, you’ve turned around and started approaching the kid and the thug, your hands unconsciously fingering your knuckledusters. Time to bust some heads.

>Nope, the kid needs a lesson that he should always keep his wits about him, and what better way to learn than a nice and easy mugging? Just carry on your way ‘til you find a cafe that looks halfway decent. Besides, part of you knows that if you keep feeding your addiction to playing the hero, it’ll get you killed one day.

>>5369130
>Nope, the kid needs a lesson that he should always keep his wits about him, and what better way to learn than a nice and easy mugging? Just carry on your way ‘til you find a cafe that looks halfway decent. Besides, part of you knows that if you keep feeding your addiction to playing the hero, it’ll get you killed one day.

>>5369130
>Before you can talk yourself out of it, you’ve turned around and started approaching the kid and the thug, your hands unconsciously fingering your knuckledusters. Time to bust some heads.

>>5369130
>Before you can talk yourself out of it, you’ve turned around and started approaching the kid and the thug, your hands unconsciously fingering your knuckledusters. Time to bust some heads.

>>5369878
>>5369252
>>5369206
Roll me 3 1d100-5 to fight off the ne'erdowells. Since updating has been kind of spotty lately if nobody rolls in 15 minutes I'll do the rolls myself.

Rolled 35 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

Rolling now. DC 60.

Rolled 89 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

Second roll.

Rolled 7 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

Final roll, writing now.

>>5371057
Bit late but nice 2nd roll

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y10iGJdspnQ

>FIGHT OFF THE JUNKIES AND SAVE THE KID… SUCCESS

Yeah, no. You might not exactly be a paragon of virtue, but you’re not just gonna walk away while a guy, barely more than a kid really, is in danger. Slipping your hands in your pockets and sliding your fingers through your brass knuckles, you saunter over to the thugs, their attention focused on the nerd who they’re now leaning over and growling out words like “Hey buddy, could ya spare some cash? One of those rings, maybe? You don’t need it, right?”

The kid stutters something out in heavily accented English, mumbling “C-come on guys, just leave me be, I-I don’t want any trouble.” The bigger thug leaning over him laughs, while the other one slides onto the bus stop beside him. Then the junkie stops laughing suddenly, and slaps the expensive smartphone out of his hands, and as it clatters on the ground the other one beside the kid slaps him square across the face, and even from this distance you can see the tears well up in his eyes, his pupils flicking back and forth between the two of his would be muggers.

Deciding not to waste any time fucking around, you make like you’re just a simple pedestrian, casually walking by them with your hands in your pockets, and as the asshole in front of the nerd grunts “Shut the fuck up and quit your sniveling! Just give everything you got, poindex-” He’s cut off as you suddenly sidle up behind him and grab him by his shoulders, snaking your foot behind his ankle and then throwing him back, hard. He goes ass over tea kettle, and before he can get up you’re on his buddy, decking him square in the mouth twice as he sputters “The fuck you think you’re- AGH, FUCK!”

His hands shoot up to hold his mouth, blood seeping between his fingers. You’re about to wail into him some more when the kid shouts “BEHIND YOU!” and you swiftly dodge to the right, narrowly avoiding a foot intended for you that only ends up going straight into his buddies gut. “S-shit, Markus!” says the wannabe kickboxer, and you decide to show him how it’s done by trying a kick of your own, as you wrap your arms around his neck from the side and bring your knee up, once, twice, three times right into his kidneys. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.

He crumples like a piece of paper, and as you turn to his friend, you see him throw his hands up, wide eyed as he shouts “JESUS YOU FUCKING PSYCHO, WE’RE SORRY OKAY?! JUST LET US GO, MAN!”

You grab his arm and pull him off the bus stop bench and into the street, saying “Get the fuck out of here you fucking pussies. Don’t let me see you dumbfucks again.” And then they’re off, one pulling the other one off the ground and then sprinting down the road and then around a corner, out of sight. Turning to the nerd, you bend down and pick up his now cracked smartphone, holding it out to him and saying “You alright kid?” He looks terrified as he hesitantly reaches out and takes his phone, mumbling “Y-yes…”

Grinning, you say “Good. You should probably get outta here in case they come back, I’m gonna do the same. And uh, how about you keep an eye out when you’re on the streets, yeah? There won’t always be an idiot like me out there to save your ass.” Studying his shoes, he says “R-right…” Sighing, you turn around and start to go on your way when he calls out “Thank you sir! C-can I buy you a coffee or something? It’s the least I could do.”

Eh, you’re not sure if you want this kid to be following you around like a lost puppy, but then again…

You could do with a bit of company with your coffee and cigarettes.

>”Sure. Know any good cafes around here?”

>Nah, got some business that needs doing. Now beat it kid, before those numbskulls come back.”

>Write in

>>5371088
>Nah, got some business that needs doing. Now beat it kid, before those numbskulls come back.”
He's got a bus to catch. Second fight with great rolls.

>>5371088
>”Sure. Know any good cafes around here?”

It’s not like we’re swimming in cash…

>”Sure. Know any good cafes around here?”

Some nights are slow. Thanks.

>>5371088
Take the coffee. Free stuff is good.

>>5371088
>”Sure. Know any good cafes around here?”

No update tonight, but there will be one tomorrow, probably in the morning eastern time. See you all then!

>>5371526
>>5371407
>>5371181
>>5371429
>>5371109
4 for coffee and cigarettes, 1 for telling the kid to beat it. Writing now.

For a moment you consider telling him to beat the pavement, but then decide that a bit of free coffee couldn’t hurt. “Sure. You know any good cafes around here?” Nodding, the kid says “Uh, yes. A couple blocks down on Maynard St. is an OK place, want me to show you the way?” Smiling, you say “Works for me. But uh, aren’t you waiting for the bus?”

Oddly, the kid laughs at this and says “Oh no, I was just, how you say… Catching my breaths. I go on walks, you see?” Nodding, you say “Alright, lead the way then pal.”

As you walk you and the guy chat a bit, and you learn that his name is Dmitry. Recalling your recent brush with a certain Russian crime family, you ask where he’s from. “I was born in Czech, but my family moved to America when I was very little. The only thing I carried with me from the old country was this accent however, haha.” You talk about other things as well, and when he asks you if you watch something called ‘anime’ the conversation trails off. After a couple of blocks you reach the cafe he told you about, a slightly upscale joint called The Bitter Bean.

When you walk in you’re immediately assaulted by the strong, almost gasoline like smell of coffee, and the ambient chatter of the coffee house’s guests within. You both walk up to the counter, Dmitry ordering an iced caramel latte while you simply ask for a large black coffee, and when you hear the price you become very glad that he’s the one paying.

You both take a table near the window and make slightly awkward conversation, the gap between your lifestyles seemingly a somewhat difficult thing to bridge. Still though, he seems like a good kid, but for some reason you get the feeling that there’s a certain sadness within he’s trying to hide. The look in his eyes, you guess. Like he’s looking beyond you, beyond this little hole in the wall and towards something…

Dark.

Eventually, both your coffee cups are drained clean and you both exit the cafe, say your goodbyes and part ways. A part of you wonders if you’ll see this weird foreign kid again, but then your phone rings as you’re walking down the street. It’s The Cock.

You answer and immediately you have to pull the phone away from your ear, the tinny rock music coming through from the other end is waaay too loud. “Tony?! You there man?” After a moment and some muffled speech you can’t make out, the music quiets down and you can make out The Cocks voice a little more clearly: “Roland! Sorry, my dumbass son’s got his band in the garage and they’re busy making an affront to music. Anyway, I looked into that Leo guy, asked around ya know, and the fuckers a ghost. I managed to get a couple stories out of some people, and all I could gather from them is that this guy is into some heavy shit.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh and say “Is that it? Come on Tone.” You think you hear Tony cursing to somebody, his son probably, and then his voice comes back on the line, hot and heavy, “Well shit Roland, almost nobodies heard of this fucking and those few that have aren’t too willing to spill the beans. Apparently nobody fucks with him if they can help it, even the bigger crews in this town, mine included. More than that, I couldn’t tell ya right now.”

Shaking your head, you say “Shit. Well, did you get anything about the Hotel? That’s where he’s crashing right now, at least last I heard.” When Tony speaks, you can almost hear the grin as he says “I had some more luck with that, thank fuck. Apparently it used to be a relatively upstanding spot, before the owner got into some debt with a nasty bunch. After a while, he flat out just disappeared. Just poof, gone. That’s when some new crew made it their home, some fuckin’ weirdo gang that deals in drugs, runs whores, you name it. Now get this: Apparently, nobodies ever seen any of these thugs out in the daylight, they only make deals and go out at night. Like fucking Dracula or some shit.”

Damn. That pretty much confirms some suspicions, and that fact makes you nervous. Going in, it could get heavy. Even heavier than if you raided Vladimir Popov’s villa with just yourself, your gun and a dream, if these bastards really are supernatural or whatever Goddamn shit. Fuck…

“Ay Roland, you there? You got all quiet on me man.”

“Ye-yeah Tone, I heard ya. Thanks for the info, but I gotta go. Got some shit to figure out, now. Talk to you later.” Then you tap the button, ending the call.

Checking your watch, you see that it’s a couple minutes after noon, leaving you around another 8 hours of daylight to get shit done.

>Head over to The No Tell Hotel, stake it out. See who comes and goes, how long they stay, entrances and exits, that kind of thing. It’d be good to get eyes on some of the gang at least, before you go in all Dirty Harry.

>Head back to Sammy’s apartment and get ready for your date with her. You made a promise to the pretty lady, and you intend to keep it.

>Make some calls to some unsavory types you know, and get a crew ready to help you raid the Hotel. It’ll be expensive, but it’s better than going in there with just your gun and your balls. If nothing else, they’ll be good to catch some bullets for you.

>Write in.

>>5375429
>Head back to Sammy’s apartment and get ready for your date with her. You made a promise to the pretty lady, and you intend to keep it.
he won't be moving soon

>>5375430
>Head back to Sammy’s apartment and get ready for your date with her. You made a promise to the pretty lady, and you intend to keep it.

>Head back to Sammy’s apartment and get ready for your date with her. You made a promise to the pretty lady, and you intend to keep it.

So I guess we should spend the next couple of days getting clean, doing research, and practicing our gun skills. We were not given a deadline.

>>5375430
>>Head back to Sammy’s apartment and get ready for your date with her. You made a promise to the pretty lady, and you intend to keep it.
Ideally we'll raid when we've recovered from our addictions. Planning for now, at most scout around the place during day time.

>>5376667
>>5375764
>>5375695
>>5375458
4 for getting ready for the date, writing now.

That call with the Cock was equally as unhelpful as it was informative. A gang holing up in the Hotel that only comes out at night, huh? You don’t know how long Leo is gonna be there, but you do know that if you go in guns blazing as you are now, you’re as good as dead. No, you gotta kick this addiction, somehow, these withdrawals are killing you… But will he still be there by the time you’re good and ready? You hope so, but…

But fuck it, you made a promise to Sammy and you intend to keep it. As you walk back to her apartment, you pick up a filthy rag off the ground and dirty it up some more, wiping the blood off your knuckles. Checking your clothes, you seem to be at a relatively normal level of unkempt, and as much as you care for Sam, that’s the best she’s gonna get. As you walk, you are undisturbed by neither foreign nerd nor skulking creep, and after a brisk 15 minute walk, you’re up the elevator in her building and in front of her door.

Instinctively you reach to straighten your tie, before realizing that you’re just in a simple t-shirt and leather jacket. Old habits die hard, you guess.

Walking through, you see Sammy on the couch watching some reality dating show or another, one finger jauntily twirling her hair around it. Catching your eye, she says “Hey there, tiger. Enjoy your walk?” You scratch the back of your head and say “It was alright, but I gotta say, the view is a lot better here.”

She laughs as she says “Ohahah, you really gotta work on your pick up lines dude. Still though, I appreciate the thought. Well then casanova, what do you wanna do today? Thomas should be hanging out with his little buddy all day ‘til tomorrow, so we got the day to ourselves.”

You make a show of holding your chin and looking like you’re really considering the answer before you say:

>You currently have a -15 debuff to all rolls until you ingest a drug of some kind or wait long enough to kick the addiction. You also have 2316$ saved up total, with 2316$ on you currently. You have 3 uses of cocaine, 2 uses of amphetamines and 5 uses of the blue pills remaining. If you wish to use a drug, just write it in with your choice when you vote.

>”How about we just stay in? To be honest, I’ve been running around so much lately that I’m not up to much more. Besides, do you need anything more than my charming self, baby?”

>”I was thinking we should go with the classic: Dinner and a movie. Or a movie and dinner, I’m not picky.”

>”Ya know, I know a bar that has decent bands come in most nights, how about we just get drunk and listen to music all night, like we used to?”

>Write in

>>5378185

”I was thinking we should go with the classic: Dinner and a movie. Or a movie and dinner, I’m not picky.”

>>5378185
>>”I was thinking we should go with the classic: Dinner and a movie. Or a movie and dinner, I’m not picky.”
We haven't seen her in a while, might as well go all out.

>>5378185
>”I was thinking we should go with the classic: Dinner and a movie. Or a movie and dinner, I’m not picky.”

>>5378185
>”I was thinking we should go with the classic: Dinner and a movie. Or a movie and dinner, I’m not picky.

>”I was thinking we should go with the classic: Dinner and a movie. Or a movie and dinner, I’m not picky.”

>>5378307
>>5379251
>>5379263
>>5379386
>>5378225
It's unanimous for the classic, writing now.

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Yeah, it’s been a while since the two of you have done anything together, so you think ‘fuck it’ and say “How about the classic? Dinner and movie. Or a movie and dinner, I’m not picky.” Her eye’s perk up a bit as you say that, and she grins as she says “Ooooh, you’re going all out tonight, eh? That’s fine by me, there’s this horror flick I’ve been wanting to see for a while anyway. The Lighthouse, ya heard of it?”

Shaking your head, you say “You know me, Sam, I don’t pay attention to that horror junk. But hey, if that’s what you wanna see then by all means. You know when it’s showing tonight?” Grabbing her phone, she starts tapping on it as she says “Uuuhhh, lemme see… Oh! The next screening is in an hour at the Ritz, we can totally make it by then. Just uh, gimme a sec to get ready.”

Nodding, you step into the balcony to have a quick smoke while she does whatever it is that women do before they go out somewhere. While you smoke, you think on your life. Where you’re at in it, right now. You’re closer now to getting revenge than you ever were, and yet…

Yet it feels so far away.

What will you do, if you actually do end up killing That Fuck and living to tell the tale? Without Sophia, are you even really alive? Does it matter? When you close your eyes sometimes, you can see her face. In the morning, right after you wake up, it almost feels like you can hear her laughter. Then you sit up and look around your empty apartment, and remember that you’ll never see or hear her ever again.

You’re pulled out of your reverie when Sam taps you on your shoulder, and as you turn around you finally notice that your smoldering cigarette is burnt down so low that it’s sizzling your skin in between your fingers. Cursing, you flick it off the balcony and down to the street, where it joins the rest of the detritus that covers Bad Brick’s streets. “Earth to Roland. You alright baby? Something on your mind?”

“Nah,” you say “Just tired, I guess. You ready?”

“Mmmhmm.” She nods, and then you’re back out of her apartment and into the city. A short drive later, and you’re seated in a decent cineplex, watching some creepy black and white picture with an extra large tub of popcorn and your arm around Sam beside you, who’s hand occasionally grips it with surprising force when something scary or extra weird happens on screen. Before long, even you’re sucked into the weird plot of the movie as it descends deeper and deeper into madness, your own life forgotten, at least for a while.

Afterwards, you and Sammy go to a slightly upscale spot in a decent part of town, and you chat and flirt and do the things that lovers do when they’re out on the town. By the time you’re back into Sammy’s bed for the night, your own troubles are forgotten, and you drift off to sleep wrapped in each others arms, the warmth of your entangled bodies oddly comforting.

Your dreaming mind however, will never forget that night Sophia died. It will hold you accountable forever, relentlessly poring over every mistake and fuck up you’ve ever made. You wake up in the wee hours of the morning, before the sunrise, drenched in sweat and breathing hard. But before long, the nightmare fades and becomes fuzzy as all dreams do, and you’re fast asleep before you even realize it.

Several hours later, a peal of soft laughter wakes you up again, and you rise up and look around before realizing…

You’ll never see her again.

Ever.

>CHOOSE THE INTERLUDE

A RECKONING MAY NOT BE DELAYED INDEFINITELY

YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE YOURSELF

THE MAN OF MY DREAMS

>>5381187

A RECKONING MAY NOT BE DELAYED INDEFINITELY

>>5381187
>A RECKONING MAY NOT BE DELAYED INDEFINITELY

>>5381187
>A RECKONING MAY NOT BE DELAYED INDEFINITELY

>>5381187

>A RECKONING MAY NOT BE DELAYED INDEFINITELY

>AN UPDATE MAY NOT BE DELAYED INDEFINITELY

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Apologies for the extended delay and lack of communication, but a family member got deathly ill recently and that has consumed all of my attention outside of work and I've had very little time and energy to write updates for the past week or so because of it. So I'm gonna call the thread here so I can take a proper break for about a week or so.

Next thread will be around Saturday-Sunday next week, stay safe everyone and I'll see you bros there.

>>5386536
sorry to hear that. I hope that they get better. Take as much time as you need.