Post by Sigmond Son of Thorbjor (luke) on Sept 29, 2012 15:41:21 GMT -8
Why is the world crashing? Oh wait this is all normal. As I sit in my chair looking at the drawing in crayon taped to my wall. and sear at them a little, fucking bastard children. Why haven't i taken those down yet... Strange things are happening in this city, Demon's, blood hunts, supposed infernal's, sounds like a good Irish party. Oh and to top it all off Mother has come home.
Mother... my how i miss those words flowing off my tongue. So long i have been without my family. I have a new family here in Seattle but they are an odd bunch. One of the their few good points is that none of them are anarchs, fucking anarchs.
Well one good thing happened this week I finally finished the ungodly amount of paperwork for my new business. I have conducted a number of tortures and all of them were easier than that paperwork. I would rather torture a mime and him talk than do that paperwork again. Soon though i have a grand opening for my new venture, after that i start expanding it.
People call us mad... I ask them which us are you referring to? Irishmen, Malkavian, or human? We are all mad, this is a fact. every single person on this world is mad. Unlike other my family have embraced the madness, in my case i took the madness to the pub bought it a drink, and became the best of drinking buddies, that is until he died.
My sire Michael. Crazy bastard he was, pretty sure he was Scotsman or English. He the one who gave me my voice's he showed my new ways to get a person to give me all their secrets and how to enrage them for a fight. And then i lost him. During a routine interrogation an alarm started to sound in the warehouse and soldiers were running every where. I ran to find out what was going on, I found a group of anarchs toying with my sire like he as a puppet. I didnt understand what was being done to his body. Then like a flash i could not move. I was forced to sit there watch as they ripped his body and mind apart. to this day i can still hear his cries of terror. No one but my noticed the small metal cannister that rolled into the room, Bang! the room fills with a defining sound and a blazing flash of light. I can move, I start to go to the one who killed my sire but i am stopped by several people.
I see that they are from my squad and are trying to get me out of there, I fought them trying to get to the killers but i am pulled away before i can get there. One day i will find him, and on that day all bets are off...
I really need to take those damn drawings off my wall...