Chapter 0: Taking inventory and a call for help
Weapons: Handguns
1: CZ-52; 7.62x25 Tokarev; 2,000 Lead rounds 2,000 Silver rounds
2: 2 M1911A1; .45 ACP; 14,000 Lead rounds 14,000 Silver rounds
3: Magnum Research Desert Eagle; .429 DE; 1,000 Lead rounds 500 Silver rounds
4: S&W Model 29; .44 Magnum; 2,000 Lead rounds 2,000 Silver rounds
5: Magnum Research BFR; 45-70 Govt; 500 Lead rounds 200 Silver rounds
6: Kodiak Revolver; 600 Nitro Express; 5 Lead rounds 2 Silver rounds
Weapons: Longarms
1: AR-15 rapid-fire receiver; 5.56x45 NATO; 10,000 Lead rounds 10,000 Silver rounds
2: Henry rifle; 45-70 Govt; 500 Lead rounds 200 Silver rounds
3: Barrette M82A1; .50 BMG; 5,000 Lead rounds 3,000 Silver rounds
4: Remington 870; 12 Gauge; 10,000 Lead Slugs 10,000 Silver Slugs
5: M1 Garand; 30-06; 5,000 Lead rounds 5,000 Silver rounds
6: BAR; 30-06; 5,000 Lead rounds 5,000 Silver rounds
7: Tommy Gun; .45 ACP; 14,000 Lead rounds 14,000 Silver rounds
Weapons: Melee
1: Starfire Sabre silver-edged
2: Longsword
3: Silver dagger
Weapons: Throwables
1: Silver throwing knives; 50
2: Homemade shrapnel grenade silver shrapnel; 15
3: Molotov Cocktail; A LOT
Armor: Vampires
His ancestor’s wide-brimmed hat
Leather trench coat, lined with silver, neck collar popped to protect from neck bites, bits of exposed silver at the elbows.
Leather gloves, lined with silver at the knuckles, exposed bits of silver at the knuckles.
Leather shirt, silver chain mail underneath with a heavy cotton shirt under the chain mail.
Jeans, lined with silver, bits of exposed silver at the knees.
Any handgun/rifle of choice.
Armor: Werewolves
Silver-steel alloy knight armor.
High-powered rifle of choice.
Armor: Gargoyles
Steel knight armor.
Any weapon(s) of choice.
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As a young man looks over his lists, he taps his face with a pen,
“Maybe the vampire kit, aaand,” looking at the tommyknocker loadout, “the tommyknocker kit should be the same,” humming to himself, “yeah, fuck it, I rarely run into ‘em anyway,” writing that down. Sighing to the air around him, “Going through the ammo is going to be a pain when I get a new gun,” he turned his attention to the other side of the trailer to see a wall of equipment, letting out a man’s sigh, he grabbed the equipment clipboard.
Equipment
Hammer forge for rifling.
A whole area meant for reloading old/new bullets as well as making new bullets.
Another area meant for smithing armor and weapons.
Another area meant for cleaning weapons and armor, as well as fixing guns and armor.
Fifty large slabs of steel and silver.
One hundred tiny pieces of steel and silver.
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After letting out a groan of pain, the young man remembered the medicine cabinet. He put the clipboard down and went to the part of the trailer where food and medical supplies were.
Medical
Multiple first-aid kits
One hundred wolfsbane(common)/4 instant Werewolf cures (rare/hard to make)
Two vampire cures (rare/hard to make)
One hundred Rolls of bandages
Fifty large bottles of hydrogen peroxide
Twenty bottles of Benadryl
A lot of morphine
Stitches
Antidepressants
Fifty bottles of painkillers
Food
Enough to last a year
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The young man started to rush with the list due to pain. Not only that, but he lost track of the day due to counting since early in the morning. He climbed into the cabin of the semi and saw that the sun was going down. Pulling out a radar, it showed no blips, days before he had already cleared the town of all evil supernatural beings. The good ones stayed as they were primarily animals, like the jackalope. Anyway, the Hunter went to the back of the cabin and went to bed. He was setting his alarm for three in the morning.
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Waking up an hour before the alarm was a habit that he hated, but now he considers it a blessing. It allows him to get more things done. Clambering out of bed with a pain-filled groan, he made his way to the medicine cabinet and took two painkillers. He went over to his laptop and checked if he had any emails, so far only one from an old family friend, Luna.
“Huh, there’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time,” clicking on the message, it read,
‘Hey kid, long time no talk, how’s your mom and brother doing? Been a while since I checked in on them. Anyway, remember how you continually asked to go on a hunt with Tia and me? Wearing that old hat that was waaay too big for your head at the time? Well, I do, and now here’s your chance; we need help here in Canterlot. Please come as soon as possible.’
The young man smiled at the old memories, then something came across his mind, a new message popped up,
‘Don’t worry about how I got your email, I have my sources.’
He shrugged at that last email, he ate his breakfast, performed an inspection of his truck before firing her up and heading for Oregon.
The drive was a peaceful one, aside from gassing up and having a damn heart attack, but that was the price to pay for having a large base of operations. The massive truck is an old Kenworth W900, the chrome has been replaced with silver, that was polished to look like chrome. The paint job was redone with a new livery, of the American flag on both sides of the truck and trailer. The trailer to the truck is forty-five feet. Both the truck and trailer have been plated with silver, they are also attached by an extension from the cabin making it seem as if it's one large semi.
As the massive semi made its way through Oregon, it finally came across a sign saying, ‘Welcome to Canterlot’
“Here’s hoping I can drive on their street,” the semi all together weighed a lot of tons that most streets wouldn’t handle. “Well I should probably head to the high school first. Luna should’ve given me their address damn it,” and so the truck rolled down the streets of Canterlot looking for CHS and looking suspicious while doing so.
Author's Note
How’s it going? Been awhile I know, but I’m not going anywhere this time, I will finish what I started.
If you see any spelling errors let me know!
