Your life wasn't normal, but you had a house, a car you drove to your job, friends you played poker with on a Thursday evening. You had a Best Buy Mastercard and were working on getting your handicap down to 11. You also had three passports and speak 5 languages, because you used to be a spy. Then you were burned, and put into deep freeze; persona non gratis. Espionage is a wilderness of mirrors and a game of shadows, and for just a moment, you saw behind the curtain and saw the unbelievable - Vampires are are real. When you looked into that Abyss, it looked back, and you were lucky to get out with your life, because you took a chance that the synthesized voice on the other end of a burner phone was on the level with you. Not everyone in your team was so lucky.

Now you're southern Kentucky, with a borrowed name, the contents of your go-bag, and the name of the first rung on the ladder out of the deep freeze and into the sunlight. Your only friend is a voice that might answer the burner phone, and you've got nothing left to lose.

You are an ancient and powerful Vampire of great renown and prestige. You are travelling to VampireCon, a gathering held every fifty years in the town of Tumblewold. You are taking the overnight train (to protect your delicate complexion), and have booked a first class ticket, as befits your wealth and status.

Unfortunately, instead of a feast of upper class mortals, this train car is occupied by several other vampires who had the same idea, every single one of whom are ingrates and vagabonds.

"It was the middle of the day when the dame walked into my office. I could tell the moment I saw her that she was trouble - good-looking trouble, but trouble nonetheless. She slammed a foot-long wooden stake down on my desk and said she had a problem, a vampire problem, and she wanted it gone. I told her I didn't believe in vampires. She produced a thick wad of cash and asked how much. 'Honey, for $500 a day, I'll believe anything...'"

I'm going back to my roots for KapCon 2018: you'll be playing hard-boiled detectives working for the San Francisco branch of the Continental, stolen from Hammett. I'm going to bring to the table Tommy guns, fast cars, sultry seducers of all genders, clues, murder, extortion, arson, and because we love tropes: Vampires. You're going to bring hard-boiled dialogue, hard-boiled action, and hard-boiled morals. Together we're going to kill a lot of Vampires or die trying. Probably die trying.

Supernatural teen romance. So there's these two teens, and the minute they see each other they fall desperately in love. But there's something strange and dark at play, one of them is a mystical being! And the other is just a human! How can they ever possibly make their love, which is true and pure and incredibly important, work?