#malkavian problems

[rmcycle]

Entering into a coterie as the side piece to your new boss’ Setite psychiatrist boyfriend that you’re actively helping build a cult with, but also trying to be a decent person and political activist Malk.

[the-one-man-tower-of-babel]

The spirit of death metal found a body. They chose a Tremere as physical representation.

It seems I have begun to receive prophecies on this blog. Anyone want to help old PeePaw decipher it?

@beckettmnemosyne1 @n0che

[the-one-man-tower-of-babel]

THE STORY IS HERE NOW!

Please forgive PeePaw for keeping you all waiting! He had a...spell. And needed to watch wholesome television and have some A negative to soothe his nerves.

Ah, so it was a dark and stormy night...by that I mean it was a Tuesday night. Tuesday nights are hardly ever nights of quality throughout my entire unlife. I was in rural Switzerland - hunting at a popular tourist trap along a bus route - when I suddenly heard the most beautiful sound. It was like a banshee’s call, though not laced with sensuality or other such thrilling mortal emotions. It was a gentle call, like fae calling children to the meadow to play. I followed it - and I have yet to recall all I saw or did while I was spirited away.

All I know is that the next thing I knew - I was in the back of a UPS delivery truck. I quickly disembarked and wandered through a kine residential area confused and alone for quite some time. I spent the day in someone’s shed (it was in this shed I met my first kitty, Mister Mittens, who was using my head as pillow when I woke from my day’s slumber) before continuing my wandering (Mister Mittens was on my head the entire time - it was not unlike wearing a coonskin cap, only it was breathing and would scratch me if I attempted to remove it). 

It was at this time that I was found by my dear Nigel, who was taking the trash out for his mother and saw my rather disheveled form walking down his street with Mister Mittens in tow upon my brow. He asked me if I was lost, and I told him I could not even recall my own name. Being such an empathetic fellow, he offered for me to come inside to call for help. I accepted his offer, and so Mister Mittens and I went with Nigel...

I shall continue the story I see that others interested. I would not want to bore you all.

[the-one-man-tower-of-babel]

HELLO. IT’S ME.

Goodness, where have I been? You shall know as soon as I do, friend.

[the-one-man-tower-of-babel]

Phew, psychically delivering presents is exhausting. I need a break...

[the-one-man-tower-of-babel]

OH DEAR GOD I JUST REMEMBERED WHERE I WAS WHEN I WAS MISSING FOR A YEAR BEFORE NIGEL FOUND ME WANDERING THROUGH THE SUBDIVISION WHERE HE WAS LIVING WITH HIS MOTHER