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.