"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.