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"Hi," You say followed by whatever cheesy pickup line that comes to mind. Surprisingly it works and you get her attention. Her emerald eyes seem full of life and she looks hungrily at you, almost licking her lips for you. Obviously a good sign. After about an hour of conversing you learn that she lives nearby and she invites you back to her place. And you thought today would suck (All puns intended). You leave the club and follow her back to her place. Turns out she lives in a pretty tidy and sparse apartment down the road from the club. She leaves you on her couch to go "slip into something more comfy" and goes into what looks like her bedroom. Feeling like you just won the lottery you begin to check out her apartment, it's pretty empty except for a desk with some papers on it and a bookcase. The desk looks like it has newspaper clippings on it and the bookcase has some strange looking books on it. Feeling a little paranoid what do you do?

You search the clippings

After browsing through the clippings on the desk to satisfy your paranoia you find that they are all of murders and that they all the victims were drained of blood and that they were all male and about your age. This worries you and you find that in a drawer of the desk is a diary, it says "Sarah's Diary" on the first page. Reading through it you find out that the owner of the diary was either bat shit crazy or a vampire, most likely a vampire with all the gory details that were provided. Armed with this information what do you do?
"Hi," You say followed by whatever cheesy pickup line that comes to mind. Surprisingly it works and you get her attention. Her emerald eyes seem full of life and she looks hungrily at you, almost licking her lips for you. Obviously a good sign. After about an hour of conversing you learn that she lives nearby and she invites you back to her place. And you thought today would suck (All puns intended). You leave the club and follow her back to her place. Turns out she lives in a pretty tidy and sparse apartment down the road from the club. She leaves you on her couch to go "slip into something more comfy" and goes into what looks like her bedroom. Feeling like you just won the lottery you begin to check out her apartment, it's pretty empty except for a desk with some papers on it and a bookcase. The desk looks like it has newspaper clippings on it and the bookcase has some strange looking books on it. Feeling a little paranoid what do you do?

You it's just paranoia, let it go and have a good time

You sit down on the couch and relax, it's just you being a little paranoid. After a few minutes the blonde, clad in super sexy lingerie, tells you to come on in. You quickly (and for good reason) enter her bedroom to find it covered in plastic. Just as you are about to ask what's up she hits you over the head with something heavy, as you slowly fade from this world you feel a sharp prick in your neck and then nothingness.



You do not turn into a vampire, instead you turn into a bloodless husk, she has drained you dry.
The world is dark, and cold. Your eyes see nothing, your ears hear no sound. Your heart no longer beats and you can't move a muscle. Congratulations, you are dead. But not for long. You hazily recall your last moments...


Walking through the nightclub you see an ocean of flesh moving rhythmically to the blasting music. You see the women wearing skirts so short that you wonder how it's legal. Two people however catch your interest the most. A woman of about 20 something is sitting at the bar staring off into the distance. She is wearing a purple dress that ends at her upper thighs. Her alabaster skin looks smoother than porcelain. Her fine blonde hair is like a river of gold. You are immediately attracted to her but as you make your way through the crowd you spot another beauty. At about midway to the woman in the purple dress you spot another one at the opposite end of the bar. This one is wearing a low cut top (that is quite tight fitting) and a miniskirt, she radiates sexiness. She is also quite pale and has fiery red hair and catches you staring at her. She gives a small smile and then looks away. The old divining rod is no help here so who's it gonna be?

The girl at the other end of the club

You barely managed to choke out a "Hi" before she immediately grabs you and runs out of the club with you, By the time she stops you're quite a ways from the club.

"Oh thank God that we got out of there."
"Uh mind if i say what the fuck just happened?"
"Oh yeah, you must have a strong will buddy, that blonde chick was about to make you her next meal."
"I just don't like blondes all that much, besides what do you mean by next meal, and who the hell are you and why did you drag me out of the club like i was luggage?"
"Alright i guess you at least deserve an explanation"

The girl, who says her name is Alice, tells you that the woman at the bar was a vampire and that she was going to turn you into a blood milkshake. Alice then begins to tell you that she is a vampire hunter and that she was keeping the vampire from eating to weaken her and slay her when the sun rose in a few hours. She mentions that you might have potential as a vampire hunter seeing as how you resisted the bloodsucker but then she asks you to come with her to help her kill the vampire.
Decisions, decisions.

You follow her

Going with what you feel is right you follow Alice as she leads you to her hideout. The hideout is located in a shabby looking tenament that as far as you can tell has no obvious residents. She stops at the door and turns to face you. Look i need to ask you before we go in, how do you feel about vampires in this world?

Well? How do you feel about vampires existing?

You vampires must die

"Oh well that's too bad." She states and near immediately tears off your head and begins to suck the blood spurting from the stump where your head was. Seems that vampires lie a lot.
Going with what you feel is right you follow Alice as she leads you to her hideout. The hideout is located in a shabby looking tenament that as far as you can tell has no obvious residents. She stops at the door and turns to face you. Look i need to ask you before we go in, how do you feel about vampires in this world?

Well? How do you feel about vampires existing?

You can coexist

"Ok, from that I can trust you." she says happily and leads you into the shabby building. Inside there is a surprisingly good looking set of stairs that leads down into a basement of some sort. Following Alice she leads you into an empty chamber. She leads you into it and you hear a door shut behind you. Alice then turns around again and says, "This is the end, i'm going to give you a choice. You can either die quickly and painlessly or i can change your life forever. I'm not a vampire hunter only, i'm a vampire that hunts other vampires in case they break our strict laws. So what'll it be, Death or Undeath?"

You death

"Alright then, goodbye."
Alice keeps her word and kills you faster than you can blink. You didn't feel a thing and she didn't even feed from your dead body. Your body is found a week later and the cause of death is undetermined. You are buried and do not rise from the grave. No one knows how you died to this day.
Your are now in a bright grass field. As far as the eye can see there is only green grass and bright light. There is a gentle breeze blowing and you feel at peace. The light, although quite bright, is not sunlight and is oddly comforting. You decide to lay down and bask in this peaceful inner world of yours.

Suddenly you hear a shriek of terror... a woman's. You immediately dash into the direction of the scream and you find Alice being chased by a huge monster. It is covered in scales and has vicious looking claws. What do you do?

You leave Her to Die

You decide that your life is not worth risking and the beast catches up to Alice and she is slain. The beast then turns toward you and starts to chase you. The beast is re-energized from killing Alice and he catches you faster than anticipated and you are killed quite quickly.

In your dreamworld you died and after your 7 days are up Alice finds you in a comatose state and after a few hundred years of prolonging your life you are killed to be put out of your misery.
You barely managed to choke out a "Hi" before she immediately grabs you and runs out of the club with you, By the time she stops you're quite a ways from the club.

"Oh thank God that we got out of there."
"Uh mind if i say what the fuck just happened?"
"Oh yeah, you must have a strong will buddy, that blonde chick was about to make you her next meal."
"I just don't like blondes all that much, besides what do you mean by next meal, and who the hell are you and why did you drag me out of the club like i was luggage?"
"Alright i guess you at least deserve an explanation"

The girl, who says her name is Alice, tells you that the woman at the bar was a vampire and that she was going to turn you into a blood milkshake. Alice then begins to tell you that she is a vampire hunter and that she was keeping the vampire from eating to weaken her and slay her when the sun rose in a few hours. She mentions that you might have potential as a vampire hunter seeing as how you resisted the bloodsucker but then she asks you to come with her to help her kill the vampire.
Decisions, decisions.

You try and get away from this crazy broad

Unfortunately she doesn't want anyone to know her secret, while you desperately try to flee from her like a maniac she pulls out a pistol and shoots you. Her aim is quite good so she shoots you in the head. Have fun being dead and not undead.
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Shall we begin?

You yes! Let's begin!

The sun shining through the small window above you wakes you up. You are lying on the soft bed in what appears to be a small room. You sit up suddenly, shocked by what you see around you. You don't remember how you got here or ever being in this place before. How did you get here? 


Next to your bed is a chest of drawers on the left and some shelves on the right. Maybe these could give you a clue.

You have a closer look at the shelves.

You check the shelves. They are bolted to the wall. You see three pairs of clothing on the top shelf. These are made up of a shirt and a pair of  trousers. One pair is purple, one is pink and one is blue.


You know these aren't your clothes. You look at yourself. You are wearing what appears to be pyjamas. What do you do next?

You put on the purple clothes.

Right, that's better. Even though it's not your clothing it feels fresher than those pyjamas. You have a look at the bottom shelf. There is a bottle. You read it.


Quitiapine 400mg


MISS TINA OWENS


Take one twice daily. 


Right. Now at least you can remember your name. Quitiapine? That's an antipsychotic! Your heart begins to race. You decide not to take it before you figure out what's going on. You put it in your pocket.
The sun shining through the small window above you wakes you up. You are lying on the soft bed in what appears to be a small room. You sit up suddenly, shocked by what you see around you. You don't remember how you got here or ever being in this place before. How did you get here? 


Next to your bed is a chest of drawers on the left and some shelves on the right. Maybe these could give you a clue.

You have a closer look at the chest of drawers.

You have a look a the chest of drawers. It seems old and rickety. It is shoddily bolted to the wall and the floor.


Why is everything bolted down?
The sun shining through the small window above you wakes you up. You are lying on the soft bed in what appears to be a small room. You sit up suddenly, shocked by what you see around you. You don't remember how you got here or ever being in this place before. How did you get here? 


Next to your bed is a chest of drawers on the left and some shelves on the right. Maybe these could give you a clue.

You do Nothing.

You do nothing. Time passes. Nothing happens.
You scissors your fingers across Rick's outstretched hand just to emphasize your win. Rick looks pained, and not just from losing at Rock, Paper, Scissors: He really thinks his passageway is the right one to take. He glances at Ben again, and again, Ben shrugs. He's the type of guy who learned a long time ago just to go with the flow, that winning battles against those closest to you always gives you an empty kind of victory.

There's a lot at stake in this moment: your ability to get out of the cave, not to mention the strength of your friendships with these guys. What happens next in part depends on what's happened in the past, how you've been to each other up till this moment. Remember when Rick asked you to help him work on his car exhaust? What did you tell him?

No. You rather play Super Mario Bros.

There's a reason you're the alpha male in this group, after all. You know you're right about the passageway. Rick's one of those guys who always has music or some other distracting noise playing in his head, so he never notices details, like the way the stone in the passageway you came down has long yellow veins running through it. The other passages all look blue instead. You explain this to Rick and Ben, and they can't argue with your logic. The three of you split a cache of candy bars that you thought to bring along, and then you crawl and crawl, several times resisting Rick's insistence that you've chosen wrong and should head back down the other way. It takes a couple hours, but the three of you crawl to safety.

The sun is setting when you exit the mouth of the cave. You can see it glinting off the St. Louis Arch on the other side of the Mississippi.

Rick is uncharacteristically quiet as you head back to Ben's house. He seems distant, less like his jokester self. As you let him out at his junker, you nod your head in the direction of it. "Hey, maybe I can swing by and give you a little help with your exhaust system tomorrow after all," you say.

Rick stares off, at his car sitting there at the curb in front of Ben's house. "Nah, that's OK," he says. "I'll manage."

The three of you part ways, and you head home. As you round the cornfields this time, you see in your mind's eye a long cord stretching out between you and Rick, and you see that cord snap, the two of you drifting apart in space.
You scissors your fingers across Rick's outstretched hand just to emphasize your win. Rick looks pained, and not just from losing at Rock, Paper, Scissors: He really thinks his passageway is the right one to take. He glances at Ben again, and again, Ben shrugs. He's the type of guy who learned a long time ago just to go with the flow, that winning battles against those closest to you always gives you an empty kind of victory.

There's a lot at stake in this moment: your ability to get out of the cave, not to mention the strength of your friendships with these guys. What happens next in part depends on what's happened in the past, how you've been to each other up till this moment. Remember when Rick asked you to help him work on his car exhaust? What did you tell him?

You said no at the time, but you're going to lie because you think it might give you a better outcome.

"You know what?" you say. "I'm sure mine's the right one, and just to prove it to you, we're not going to take it."

"Wait. Did you just say we're not going to take it?" Ben asks.

"That's right. Not. As in ain't. Gonna. Take it."

"Sweet!" yells Rick. "That means, I win! Let's go, boys." He picks up his gear and heads down the passageway.
You and Ben wait for Rick to pull up in his rusted-out Cavalier. They'll probably make you drive as usual, seeing as how they're all jealous of your sea-green Chevy Nova. Black vinyl seats, a beautiful, flawless paint job that you applied yourself, a car with curves like Kelly Siegel, you always say; she's a girl who goes to your high school.

Rick pulls up, foul black stuff coming out of his tail pipe. "You guys want to help me with this exhaust problem this weekend?" he asks.

No way. Rick's had enough of your free labor.

Why spend the weekend flat on your back under Rick's hunk of junk when you could be at home, sitting on that new lounge chair you just got for your room, finishing your quest to rescue the princess? You're so close; you can feel it. Just another hour or so, and victory is yours.
You and your buddy Ben gather your cheap spelunking gear from the corner of his basement where you keep it and hoist it up the narrow steps to his living room.

His mom is sitting there the same as when you'd come in, still in her bathrobe, a green terry cloth robe Ben said his dad gave her, that's how old it is. You head through the room without saying anything since she never responds when you do anyway, not so much as a "hi there" even though you've been her son's best friend since the two of you dominated the kindergarten playground together. It gives you the creeps to see Ben try to talk to her. He's never tried to do what the rest of us would do if our mothers were walking, breathing vegetables like her. We'd have lost it long ago, taken her by the shoulders, slapped her, told her to fucking snap out of it. But not Ben. He lingers behind you, and you know he is bending down to kiss her on the cheek.

What do you do next?

You this family stuff isn't your business. Pause and wait for Ben.

"Bye Mom," you hear him say as the screen door closes behind you. He might get a nod from her but that's it, a nod without looking up, her eyes spaceylike from her pills, watching TV with the sound all the way down, as usual.

You wait on the porch under the oversized black POW/MIA flag, which rolls in crazy arcs from the October wind. One of these days you'll get around to telling Ben he should take the flag down. It's a dark omen and makes the whole house look like somebody just died when in reality, Ben's father went MIA more than twenty years ago.
You move towards the branches, attempting to pull the organs down. When that fails, you wrap an arm around the tree trunk, lifting yourself up somewhat and shaking a branch. Several bloody organs plop down into the dirt.


Suddenly, the soil begins to morph, as it cracks open to reveal small, human-lie mouths. The creepily human-like teeth bite and tear at the meat as they swallows the meat, devouring the organs.

You quickly flee

You're unwilling entirely to let those mouths get you or get close to you. You quickly backpedal, heading to the relative safety of next to the lake.
You walk slowly towards the strange figure. It eagerly turns to stare at you as you approach, moving slowly and cautiously. When you're standing less than a meter away, it begins to approach, it's frail arms reaching up to your face, two pale, disgusting fingers entering your mouth and tapping against your teeth. Quickly, it jabs its finger forward, knocking a loose tooth free from your gums with a few drops of blood.


"Mine," it whispers in a soft, rasping voice.


You pull back frantically as it releases its grip, looking towards you with indifference again as it slowly picks up the loose tooth, raising it to its mouth and swallowing it whole. You step back, ready for it to strike, but it returns to its spot by its lantern, grabbing its fishing pole. You wiggle your tongue around in the new gap in your teeth, staring ahead nervously.

You offer it a tooth

Not knowing what else to do, you step forward, pointing to one of your teeth. 


"A tooth. You get one tooth."


The figure nods happily, motioning for you to kneel down. You do, and suddenly its disgusting fingers force their way into your mouth. They're surprisingly cold, tasting of a mixture of soot and rotting flesh. Its fingers squeeze a tooth tightly, before tearing it free of your mouth in a single motion. You go to move away, but the creature doesn't seem satisfied with its single tooth now that its so close or doesn't understand your offer, grabbing another tooth.


At that point, you quickly panic, and begin to move desperately as you try to escape it as it tries to hold you in place to remove your teeth, shaking you violently in an attempt to get you to stop moving. You keep moving your head rapidly, trying to avoid it getting a grip on another tooth.


It lets out a rasping scream in frustration. Finally, holding your head tightly, it twists it around and forces your head under the black, murky water. The water oozes into your throat, flooding into your lungs as you try to scream, but instead the liquid just pours into your throat. As your body seems to realize its hopeless to fight, the last bit of strength drained from you.


Your last thought is a morbid one, but you think that it'll be a lot easier to pull out your teeth once you're dead.
You walk slowly towards the strange figure. It eagerly turns to stare at you as you approach, moving slowly and cautiously. When you're standing less than a meter away, it begins to approach, it's frail arms reaching up to your face, two pale, disgusting fingers entering your mouth and tapping against your teeth. Quickly, it jabs its finger forward, knocking a loose tooth free from your gums with a few drops of blood.


"Mine," it whispers in a soft, rasping voice.


You pull back frantically as it releases its grip, looking towards you with indifference again as it slowly picks up the loose tooth, raising it to its mouth and swallowing it whole. You step back, ready for it to strike, but it returns to its spot by its lantern, grabbing its fishing pole. You wiggle your tongue around in the new gap in your teeth, staring ahead nervously.

You try to take the lantern

You move towards the creature's lantern, but it quickly grabs your hand. Its cold, semi-moist fingers wrap around your wrist as it gently but firmly pushes you back.
Dropping to your knees, you press your thumb against one of the veins going through the ground, feeling the warm pulse of blood go through. You follow the vein, the pulse growing louder and louder, stronger and stronger with every beat. 


Continuing to follow it, you soon reach a thick mass of flesh, coils of muscle filled with the black, oozing blood. The thing spasms every few seconds, and you wince as you realize you're listening to the beating of a heart.


The heart lies there, spasming and beating as you wonder what to do.

You leave it

There's no way you're messing with whatever's there. You're just not willing to do it. You step back, moving away from the heart.
You quickly raise your gun, firing it. The gun bucks in your hands as the bullet tears through the air forward, blowing out the girl's heart. She collapses onto the ground, her head smacking into the cold stone and falling into the groove.


You stare at her face, recognizing Dasha, the sacrificial victim you kidnapped from earlier. Huh, she had survived. Must've gotten free of the chains. Did you even chain her up, or did you just leave her unconscious? Huh, doesn't matter. She's dead now.

You head to the lower floors

You walk towards the door to the lower floors, unclicking the latch. Before you can pull it open, something slams into it, sending you flying across the ground and onto your ass with a painful thud. Standing there, clad in armor with long, wild flowing black hair and a face contorted by rage and anger.


"Yes! I thought I heard a gunshot! I was hoping for the cripple, but a ghoul will do!" he snarls, approaching.


The vampire charges forward with remarkable speed. You raise your gun quickly, firing. The bullet thuds into Draven's chest, but it fails to even slightly slow him down. He swings the sword as he leaps upon you, slicing through your muscle and sinew and separating your head from your body. His lips immediately wrap around your gaping neck hole as he drains you of your blood, your head rolling to the ground.