My Family's Big Orky World

 Father Marcus stood before Father Pavon, standing in the halls of the National Cathedral and gave an accounting of his latest hunt. He spoke slowly and rigidly, and kept his face bowed down in supposed reverence. A typist, sitting near the massive church organ, recorded the conversation via an ancient typewriter: Pavon: I know we've been through this a few times now. But I need you to start at the beginning of the third day of the hunt.   Marcus: As you wish Monsignior. After we regrouped at Ballston's safehouse we met up with the hunter named Finn, and of of his accociate hunters, a former Pentex Security contractor by the name of Uba.  Pavon: What happened to Adam, the suspected sorcerer? Marcus: [Hesitation noted] He didn't show up. The same as the other one...Otto. It's not uncommon for hunters to not respond to a call to muster. They all have their day jobs afterall. That...and the recent law enforcement attention. Adam's safehouse was raided by the police jus...

 Based on a real game of Hunter the Reckoning with good friends on Discord! If you are down for this, we’re meeting at this address tonight. 6:00 PM. If you don’t show, I’ll assume you are out. That was the text Otto received while he was on his lunch break, working on a home remodeling project for some rich jerk that had more money than brains. Otto tensed up when he saw. This was it…a real invite to join a hunt with other people of the same mindset. People that wanted revenge as much as he did. At least, that’s what he assumed. After he got off from work, Otto  immediately drove to the address his contact had told him about. It was a rundown townhome. The grass was overgrown and moss and rust were creeping up along the aluminum siding. For a moment Otto hesitated. He thought about turning back but then he pushed the thought aside and knocked on the door. Adam, the guy who had invited him to this place opened the door. Adam was a tall guy, with a rough half shaven face, glass...