It's burning bright, my fists are tight
My momma always told me two wrongs, don't make a right
Fight or flight, I got you in my sight
Let's start a fight, let's start a fight
My beloved Brujah Seth. He almost perfectly survived our brutal first combat session last night in the ✨👻scary ass laundromat of death 👻✨commanded by a Hecata necromancer, through apparently the sheer force of ‘absolutely not, I hate spooky shit’ and “sniper rifle+celerity supremacy” and came away with only 1 superficial damage from not fully dodging the wrench a poltergeist threw at him. 😂😌 (Much of our crew was not so lucky lol)













