Dear Grace,
Stop ruining your Audi S3 or I will take away your keys and will drive by myself!
Best wishes, Memphis

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Dear Grace,
Stop ruining your Audi S3 or I will take away your keys and will drive by myself!
Best wishes, Memphis
@butlerofthecount X
Igor widened his eyes at the master’s slurred speech and woozy movement, then looked down at him as he fell to the floor. “M’lord, it seems you are not well, well, you are in a more worse state than usual. I smell a hint of ethanol in your breath. Did you try something?” the vulture asked, picking up the duck from the ground, but in a way where he was behind the vampire in case he was ready to regurgitate what he contained inside him. “I would call for Nanny, but I don’t think it would be wise for us paying for another door.”
The Vamp squirmed in the Butler’s grip, “IIiiii was out withhh Zé annddd I had water! Fire water, Igor! In tiny glasses!!”
Then he realized he was... not touching the ground. He gasped!
“IGOR! Look! I’m.. Flying!” He flapped his arms in vain, thinking it was working. He laughed, “Here!! Let me try something elseeee...” He trailed off as smoke began to circle the count, before a CRACK! of loud static sounded. An Electric shock ran through the vulture's arms as the count disappeared in a poof a smoke!
Not for long- He reappeared a few feet infront of Igor. He was a few feet off the ground, still flapping his arms. Until he collided with the ground with a loud thud. He gasped again in pain,
“OW! Stttupid ground. Gah. Igor!!” He turned to the butler with that stupid grin on his face, “I wonder what ELSE I can do!!” He got to his feet and stumbled off.
Best to catch him before he hurts himself.
Silly ask: how do you imagine Dracula doing the Transylvanian Twist (and why was he upset at his favorite dance move changing in the Monster Mash song)?
The Transylvania Twist is too good for us, so Drac thinks. He thinks that everything from his archaic, blood-spattered, not-actually-related-to-Vlad-III past is better. This is why modernity baffles him and why he is inevitably defeated; he is a desolate, desiccated relic of an early age mankind has long forgotten, and his pitiful struggles to reassert dominance by taking over 1890s England are just the final, wobbly, death-throes of the dance moves that no mortal will ever see performed again. How can I even begin to describe them? Those are mysteries best left to the fast travelling dead. They probably involve doing that one awkward knee thing people did in the 1920s.
In any event, we all know he’s pretty cheesed about this Monster Mash business, and I think it’s for the same reason that he’s probably annoyed by triplicate carbon copies of typescripts and everything else that he couldn’t read about in his massive library of conquest-themed non-fiction: he’s a loserly, pathetic square from the 16th century and he’s throwing a massive tantrum because nobody thinks he’s cool anymore.
What things do you think should be changed/dropped from the book for an ideal Dracula adaptation?
We can all agree to drop the endgame with the boxes. Nobody cares about those boxes or those trains or what’s going on with the Czarina Catherine. Nobody. Ásmundsson got it right when he just had people roll up and stab the Count in Carfax rather than chasing him around for god-knows-how-many chapters to stab him someplace else.
In some way though, I really hate to see anything else cut. Even though I acknowledge that Dracula doesn’t really need Mr. Swales or Berserkir or even Quincey in it, I’m very attached to all those guys, and I wish they didn’t get omitted from nearly every rendering of the story. Like… I have a lot of really genuine, intense Mr. Swales feelings. I know there is no reason to put him into anything, but I would legit watch a Mr.-Swales-centric Dracula adaptation spoken entirely in dense, impenetrable Yorkshire dialect and I would be happy.
I’m not going to get that though, and what I really want adaptors to do, rather than trimming all the clearly superfluous bits of the book and telling as much of the whole narrative as they are able, is to take one of the major story arcs (Jonathan and Mina; Lucy and Seward; those strange happenings on the Demeter) and tell it as hard as they can. This is one of the reasons my fave adaptation is Nosferatu, even if doesn’t have any of the characters that are actually my faves. Dracula is too weird and puzzlebox-y a book to really get a straight adaptation that includes all of the narrative unless somebody does a miniseries or movie trilogy or something, and while I’d really like a multi-season Dracula show where every character is explored in glorious detail, I’m willing to settle for a feature-length movie that cuts two thirds of the original material and just does one part of the book (presumably one that doesn’t involve boxes) really well.
@fethryfatalist X
“Oh! Is it-” Oh. Oh man. That’s Duckula, a very drunk Duckula. With his own hands Fethry gently holds the hands covering his eyes. “Let me guess!” He’s using a voice he normally reserved for telling stories, something cheery, sweet, and animated. “Is it my dear friend Duckula?”
He’s worried. Very worried.
He GASPED!
“You guessedddd RIGHT!” He giggled, wrapping his arms around Fethry’s shoulders, hugging and nuzzling. “You’re sooo smart! I knew you could guess!” He was so happy his friend knew him! He was worried he wouldn’t, but he had faith!
“Howsss my beeestest buddy?” He nuzzled more. At least he was a cheery drunk?
Given the nature of the ask I'm going for a silly one: Do you think a vampire could get drunk off of the blood alcohol in someone they're feeding from? What about high? Are vampires capable of intoxication or does being magic walking corpses grant them immunity?
I wrote some crazy stupid detailed revised edition Vampire: The Masquerade Mind’s Eye Theatre house rules for everything what could get vampires intoxicated by back in my dark days as a LARP ST, and I am therefore prone to being a big fan of the notion that they totally get high/drunk/etc… on whatever doped up blood they ingest. As always, I’m a big proponent of “Your vampire setting = your rules,” and I think it could be compelling to have a vampire who is unable to attain the highs of mortal intoxicants (and who therefore angsts that they must rely on the “rush of the kill” or whatev), but seriously… I have too many fond memories of making people role play the effects of incautious feeding scenes to be unbiased here.
Self-Indulgent but pertinent LARP Recounting: I once had to run an Anarch rave and I bought a crapton of Hawaiian punch and put it into unmarked plastic bottles. I then taped index cards to each bottle upon which I had sketched the faces of the mortal party goers dancing on the first floor. Players could ask to feed from a dancer and then had to turn the card over to see what that character was or was not on and whether they had to freak out owing to other vampires having already drained off blood points. It was awesome. The best part was that the one shifty, Setite-affiliated hedonist ended up with the straight edge kid.
If any of ya’ll have gotten impatient with my tendency to solicit Draculasks and then spend weeks getting back to you with my overly-detailed thoughts on Dracula-related matters, tonight I am very uncharacteristically inebriated, in need of a lift of my sullen spirits, and primed to very probably produce highly entertaining fast-return Dracula thoughts should inquires be made.
wesnoth strange legacy where the elves got a spell that convince you to fight for them, and it's a -20 hp removing beam of light.
"if you'se survive you'se work for me, if you'se don't well more exp "