"I'm here for work - so keep your eyes peeled and let me know what you think of this place!"
We can still buy a few couple handful shit-load of rounds for our buddies, but recruiting more eyes and more opinions will make us look better to the bosses. Like we've already got underlings working for us.
Vampires like that kind of thing, don't they?
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to give into it." - Oscar Wilde
"We believe in the people and their 'wisdom' as if there was some special secret entrance to knowledge that barred to anyone who had ever learned anything." - Friedrich Nietzsche
"I'm here for work - so keep your eyes peeled and let me know what you think of this place!"
But I would still say drinks are on me. I mean how can we know what this place is like if nobody is drinkin.
You brag that drinks are on you and it's time to get drunk
The club is most certainly hopping. The music is loud, the dance floor is packed - maybe even too packed and the bar is crowded. You head up to get a round of drinks.
You come back to find your female friends absolutely transfixed on a cage attached to the ceiling. A naked woman is dancing inside it.
They seem uneasy at first, but a drink settles their nerves. Soon everyone is having a good time.
You open your eyes. Everything feels heavy and blurry.
"Good morning - well, heh, 'morning' has a different term now." The barkeep of Warehouse 12 is giving you a toothy grin. Too toothy. What is wrong with his mouth? "We didn't expect the Camarilla to start sending humans to spy on us."
What do you say?
1) "Who are you?"
2) "Where am I?"
3) "Camarilla? What?"
4) Try to deck him and run
He needs to be an Anarch and a Ravnos instead of (probably) Sabbat.
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jakobaggerLO THY DREAD EMPIRE CHAOS IS RESTOREDRegistered Userregular
Since they're running a nightclub instead of indiscriminately murdering everyone like rabid retards I was sort of guessing Anarch over Sabbat. I guess the toothy grin could be considered a breach of the masquerade though?
But also I think the Camarilla would probably handle an actual Sabbat incursion more directly and heavily than by sending clueless human spies. I guess we'll find out soon enough!
"Who are you? What's the Camarilla?" You ask. Suddenly, the stress of the situation combined with all of the alcohol you've had to drink comes back to haunt you. You projectile vomit over the barman. He jumps back, disgusted.
"You stupid bitch!" He shouts. He leaves, and you fade back into darkness.
You wake back up and he's in another shirt.
"Let me explain the scenario to you." he growls. "You have no idea the world of shit you're in, kid. This club has been under Anarch rule, but the Sabbat made us an offer that we can't refuse. In order to get our new, cushy positions... heh, well, we've created a new crop of shovelheads for the boss. We're going to aim you right back at the Camarilla."
You try to struggle and you realize that your hands are tied behind your back.
What do you say?
1) Where are my friends?!
2) I don't know what you mean - I'm innocent!
3) FUCK YOU.
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"Where are my friends?!" you demand. "If you've hurt them..."
Before you can finish your impotent threat, the door slams open.
For a second, you feel a flood of relief. Then you see the fire gushing forth from the homemade flamethrower. Your body bucks and rocks in panic, trying to run, but you're tied too firmly to move.
Panic consumes you. Your body can't run, so it does the next best thing - it shuts down.
END OF PART ONE
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Rear Admiral ChocoI wanna be an owl, Jerry!Owl York CityRegistered Userregular
I'm really liking the art. I do wonder about how much impact our choices are making but at the same time I feel like things are going to be more impactful soon so I doubt that'll be an issue.
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"We believe in the people and their 'wisdom' as if there was some special secret entrance to knowledge that barred to anyone who had ever learned anything." - Friedrich Nietzsche
But I would still say drinks are on me. I mean how can we know what this place is like if nobody is drinkin.
The club is most certainly hopping. The music is loud, the dance floor is packed - maybe even too packed and the bar is crowded. You head up to get a round of drinks.
You come back to find your female friends absolutely transfixed on a cage attached to the ceiling. A naked woman is dancing inside it.
They seem uneasy at first, but a drink settles their nerves. Soon everyone is having a good time.
The bartender is a nice guy.
You guys.
He is a really, really nice guy.
You drink more. Your friends drink more. This club is pretty great.
Ugh.
Your head is pounding.
You open your eyes. Everything feels heavy and blurry.
"Good morning - well, heh, 'morning' has a different term now." The barkeep of Warehouse 12 is giving you a toothy grin. Too toothy. What is wrong with his mouth? "We didn't expect the Camarilla to start sending humans to spy on us."
What do you say?
1) "Who are you?"
2) "Where am I?"
3) "Camarilla? What?"
4) Try to deck him and run
SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT
BOOM BOOM!
WHERE IS COMBAT OPTION!?!?!?
you do have a Crucifix, right?
Real answer: "Camarilla? What?"
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This is WoD, man. Crucifixes don't do shit.
We need to find ourselves a chainsaw and/or UV bullet machine gun.
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Then throw up on him
But also I think the Camarilla would probably handle an actual Sabbat incursion more directly and heavily than by sending clueless human spies. I guess we'll find out soon enough!
Camarilla? What?
"Who are you? What's the Camarilla?" You ask. Suddenly, the stress of the situation combined with all of the alcohol you've had to drink comes back to haunt you. You projectile vomit over the barman. He jumps back, disgusted.
"You stupid bitch!" He shouts. He leaves, and you fade back into darkness.
You wake back up and he's in another shirt.
"Let me explain the scenario to you." he growls. "You have no idea the world of shit you're in, kid. This club has been under Anarch rule, but the Sabbat made us an offer that we can't refuse. In order to get our new, cushy positions... heh, well, we've created a new crop of shovelheads for the boss. We're going to aim you right back at the Camarilla."
You try to struggle and you realize that your hands are tied behind your back.
What do you say?
1) Where are my friends?!
2) I don't know what you mean - I'm innocent!
3) FUCK YOU.
Check out my site, the Bismuth Heart | My Twitter
so 3) FUCK YOU!
(also why is a anarch just blabbing this info to a mortal.(oh wait he is going to suck us)(gigitty))
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
PSN: Boozer_777
And then vomit on him again, if at all possible.
"Where are my friends?!" you demand. "If you've hurt them..."
Before you can finish your impotent threat, the door slams open.
For a second, you feel a flood of relief. Then you see the fire gushing forth from the homemade flamethrower. Your body bucks and rocks in panic, trying to run, but you're tied too firmly to move.
Panic consumes you. Your body can't run, so it does the next best thing - it shuts down.
END OF PART ONE
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
PSN: Boozer_777