But I can also take several new players so if you are interested respond here. I expect my players to try and post at least every other day and prefer every day. If you go more than a week without posting (or letting me know you won't be able to) I'll give you a prompt. Go 2 weeks and I'm likely to replace you or do other nasty gruesome stuff to you.
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It is August 1921, a mere 5 months since you faced off and killed Tom Lawrence and the Reverend. But then Phil the reporter had escaped with the body of the reverened. You had discovered enough information to find Mr. Corbitt and kill him as well, but not before burning the house down and allowing Corbitt to kill over 2 dozen of Boston's finest.
The memories still haunt you, even though the physical wounds have healed and Dr. Chambers arranged for a psychiatrist to help you through the nightmares that plague you. He pays for your lodging and a nice stipend to support you, but you still don't feel like you owe him anything. Hell you had saved the world, and no one knew. All you got out of it was a one bedroom apartment and a weekly check barely enough to live on. He had warned you when you started down this path that the curtain would be drawn back. Is there any turning back? That itch to pull the curtain back further is still there, you don't deny it, though you've tried to leave town a half dozen times, you never make it to the train station. It's into you now like a drug addict needing another fix.
Then the letter arrived. You immediately recognize the hand writing and letter head as that of Dr. Chambers. You couldn't stop your hands from trembling in both fear and anticipation as you opened the letter to read. "Your presence is needed most urgently. There has been a break-in at the Chapel. Please come to my offices at the museum tonight at 7 PM. Sincerely Dr. Chambers"
Here it was, the notice you had been waiting for. Another chance to pull the curtain back. What horrors would await you this time? How many of your friends will die this time because you hesitate. You feel the cold steel you wear all the time and feel assured, if only for a second more. How many times had you thought about using it over the last few months? Will it even be useful this time around. You reach for the MAPS satchel you always kept handy, just in case, and look at your watch.
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I plan to start the game in the next week, so please let me know if you're interested.
Sincerely, Ben The Rat...
