It is early morning the day after Thanksgiving. Stuffed with turkey and tryptophan, your Ghostbusters are sleeping off the holiday cheer (as well as any alcohol required for getting through the family-related festivities). And of course, on this Blackest of Fridays, you get a call that chills your very souls.
A class 5 free-floating vaporous manifestation is tearing up a local tavern. The Ghostbusters are called in to dispatch this Prohibition Poltergeist. But is this a single case of 'spirits' versus 'spirits,' or is there something more malevolent trying to end drunken debauchery in our dimension?
It is the day after Thanksgiving and your Ghostbusters are still sleeping off yesterday’s turkey and tryptophan. And of course, on this Blackest of Fridays, you get a call that chills your very souls.
It is the day after Thanksgiving and your Ghostbusters are still sleeping off yesterday’s turkey and tryptophan. And of course, on this Blackest of Fridays, you get a call that chills your very souls.
Description:
Being a Ghostbuster isn't as great as you thought it'd be. Sure, the glory is there; like when you collared a nasty repeater from the Governor's mansion or saved some co-eds from a pesky poltergeist at LocalU. But those days seem to have petered out. The last few weeks have been downright boring. Just a trickle of calls, mostly kooks just looking for attention. You haven't busted in a spiritual head in almost a month now, and you're starting to get that itch again. No Ghosts also means no income. And all this fancy equipment doesn't pay for itself. If the calls don't start coming in soon your franchise might go under, and that's the last thing you want.
It is the day after Thanksgiving and your Ghostbusters are still sleeping off yesterday’s turkey and tryptophan. And of course, on this Blackest of Fridays, you get a call that chills your very souls.
Description:
Being a Ghostbuster isn't as great as you thought it'd be. Sure, the glory is there; like when you collared a nasty repeater from the Governor's mansion or saved some co-eds from a pesky poltergeist at LocalU. But those days seem to have petered out. The last few weeks have been downright boring. Just a trickle of calls, mostly kooks just looking for attention. You haven't busted in a spiritual head in almost a month now, and you're starting to get that itch again. No Ghosts also means no income. And all this fancy equipment doesn't pay for itself. If the calls don't start coming in soon your franchise might go under, and that's the last thing you want.
It is the day after Thanksgiving & you are still sleeping off the turkey and tryptophan. But on this Blackest of Fridays, you get a call that chills your very souls.
Description:
Being a Ghostbuster isn't as great as you thought it'd be. Sure, the glory is there; like when you collared a nasty repeater from the Governor's mansion or saved some co-eds from a pesky poltergeist at LocalU. But those days seem to have petered out. The last few weeks have been downright boring. Just a trickle of calls, mostly kooks just looking for attention. You haven't busted in a spiritual head in almost a month now, and you're starting to get that itch again. No Ghosts also means no income. And all this fancy equipment doesn't pay for itself. If the calls don't start coming in soon your franchise might go under, and that's the last thing you want.