Post by Victor Adelai on Dec 28, 2013 13:34:57 GMT -8
Fuck this holiday season, amiright?
First we have some big ass demon cult. They die. Then we have a red lister. He dies. Then we have a demon thing. That dies. Then we have a dirty bomb from hell ripping apart our backyard. It done blewed up. Then we have a Giovanni prick going off the ranch. He dies. I'm skeptical on most of this shit. Either its half bullshit, or Seattle sports some of the most efficient murdering Kindred that ever did kinder. Why the fuck do people keep going there to cause problems? Shit.
Well, it seems that people like shittin' in Tacoma too.
See, we was mindin' our own business. We were sendin' support and relief to Seattle. We started a charity thing. We housed their poor and what-not. We even helped with the Masquerade clean up of this shit. We didn't cause the explosion, but there's no reason we can't be neighborly and help out. Seemed like we might even be gettin' ta be friends, Seattle an Tacoma. Baron Ricky and Baron Collins had a sit down and even shook hands over territory and how ta handle upstarts causin' shit in each others turf. They agreed, I'm told, that they would let whoever's turf was violated handle the discipline. Seemed fair ta us. Everyone knows that Seattle's the bigger city, and the sweepin' vote that put the Baron in charge there implies he runs his shit pretty well. So, we all agreed and let it be.
Then what happens!? Not enough ta have some shitty ass bomb tearing up shit, but in our routine patrols of the area, we find some psycho cunt fleshcrafting random people together into a giant ass throne in the middle of a downtown warehouse. Don't believe me? Shit, we got this on film son. I seen it. It's all gross... and pulsey.
Anyway. Our Bouncer Vandal takes this bitch down. How he does it is anyone's guess, but I wouldn't fuck with that guy ever. Like... no joke, never fuck with that guy ever.
You'd think the story would end there, right? Crazy bitch with great cans makes a mess, anarchs clean it up. But nnnnoooooo..... We're not done yet. Turns out this bitch is some muckity-muck Ventrue in the Camarilla and they're all butthurt that she went down like a punk. So they're rattling a bunch of cages ta get her back.
Nevermind this little thing called the Treaty of Thorns or the other little thing called the Edict of Barbs. Fuck all that shit, right? Some assholes from across the world are saying that the Anarchs made it up. What sense does that make? We fabricated evidence to lure some innocent unsuspecting Ventrue none of us had ever heard of into the evil, vile clutches of the Tacoma Barony? Really? What the fuck sense does that make?
Anyway. Seattle's bein' upstandin' in this and saying that we got agreements and stuff. This bitch broke two of the Cammies traditions (Masquerade and Domain for those not keepin' track) and the Tacoma Barony can punish her as they see fit. Apparently, Seattle folk can read and don't think it's worth defending some psycho bitch and alienating their neighbors who've been, for the record, damn neighborly lately. Good on ya, Seattle.
But that means that pressure is comin' from outside the Pacific Northwest to pull this douchebag cuntasaurous out of hock. That means that eyes from other places in the world are turnin' ta Tacoma and rubbing their hands all evil like and licking their lips all... well, evil like. Fuck man, can't we just get some peace and goddamned quiet for a bit? Whatever. Baron Ricky pulled some strings and some high handed muckity-muck Tremere came in and verified his findings. That should be the end of this, right? Anarchs don't give a fuck about your alphabet soup status system. We care about turf and justice. This bitch broke our rules and violated our peeps.
Psycho Bitch, I hope the sun finds your sweet ass soon. A rockin' body doesn't preclude you from justice.
First we have some big ass demon cult. They die. Then we have a red lister. He dies. Then we have a demon thing. That dies. Then we have a dirty bomb from hell ripping apart our backyard. It done blewed up. Then we have a Giovanni prick going off the ranch. He dies. I'm skeptical on most of this shit. Either its half bullshit, or Seattle sports some of the most efficient murdering Kindred that ever did kinder. Why the fuck do people keep going there to cause problems? Shit.
Well, it seems that people like shittin' in Tacoma too.
See, we was mindin' our own business. We were sendin' support and relief to Seattle. We started a charity thing. We housed their poor and what-not. We even helped with the Masquerade clean up of this shit. We didn't cause the explosion, but there's no reason we can't be neighborly and help out. Seemed like we might even be gettin' ta be friends, Seattle an Tacoma. Baron Ricky and Baron Collins had a sit down and even shook hands over territory and how ta handle upstarts causin' shit in each others turf. They agreed, I'm told, that they would let whoever's turf was violated handle the discipline. Seemed fair ta us. Everyone knows that Seattle's the bigger city, and the sweepin' vote that put the Baron in charge there implies he runs his shit pretty well. So, we all agreed and let it be.
Then what happens!? Not enough ta have some shitty ass bomb tearing up shit, but in our routine patrols of the area, we find some psycho cunt fleshcrafting random people together into a giant ass throne in the middle of a downtown warehouse. Don't believe me? Shit, we got this on film son. I seen it. It's all gross... and pulsey.
Anyway. Our Bouncer Vandal takes this bitch down. How he does it is anyone's guess, but I wouldn't fuck with that guy ever. Like... no joke, never fuck with that guy ever.
You'd think the story would end there, right? Crazy bitch with great cans makes a mess, anarchs clean it up. But nnnnoooooo..... We're not done yet. Turns out this bitch is some muckity-muck Ventrue in the Camarilla and they're all butthurt that she went down like a punk. So they're rattling a bunch of cages ta get her back.
Nevermind this little thing called the Treaty of Thorns or the other little thing called the Edict of Barbs. Fuck all that shit, right? Some assholes from across the world are saying that the Anarchs made it up. What sense does that make? We fabricated evidence to lure some innocent unsuspecting Ventrue none of us had ever heard of into the evil, vile clutches of the Tacoma Barony? Really? What the fuck sense does that make?
Anyway. Seattle's bein' upstandin' in this and saying that we got agreements and stuff. This bitch broke two of the Cammies traditions (Masquerade and Domain for those not keepin' track) and the Tacoma Barony can punish her as they see fit. Apparently, Seattle folk can read and don't think it's worth defending some psycho bitch and alienating their neighbors who've been, for the record, damn neighborly lately. Good on ya, Seattle.
But that means that pressure is comin' from outside the Pacific Northwest to pull this douchebag cuntasaurous out of hock. That means that eyes from other places in the world are turnin' ta Tacoma and rubbing their hands all evil like and licking their lips all... well, evil like. Fuck man, can't we just get some peace and goddamned quiet for a bit? Whatever. Baron Ricky pulled some strings and some high handed muckity-muck Tremere came in and verified his findings. That should be the end of this, right? Anarchs don't give a fuck about your alphabet soup status system. We care about turf and justice. This bitch broke our rules and violated our peeps.
Psycho Bitch, I hope the sun finds your sweet ass soon. A rockin' body doesn't preclude you from justice.
