In other words, I'm starting a Werewolf: The Apocalypse game and am looking for players.
The game will likely be set in Montreal, but that may change.
Games will take place on alternating Tuesday evenings at my place (St Clair/Dufferin area)
I'd like to start this game on Feb 21, so if you're interested, let me know and send me a character concept soon.
Ye gods, its seems an age since anyone posted here. I guess Dangerous Visions got a little less dangerous? T'is a pity. Though we all seem to be on a bit of a role-playing hiatus right now, I for one have decided to continue to prance my pale undead ass around in computer form at least.
So there.
Well the move to Toronto went smoothly, though I wasn't expecting to leave the city quite so fast. A silly part of me hoped that Aiden would stick round, and not get into too much trouble, but another part, the more practical part, kind of knew that it was in his nature to stir up the shit, and this time it was in a blender with the top removed. Dissapointing, but... what the hell. I haven't a clue where he his and life does indeed strive foreward.
I found work pretty quickly after getting into the city, and straight away met a lovely co-worker whom I expect I shall be remaining friends with. I've never known a non-changeling who can do magic. And who is as good a dancer as I am. That in itself is an accomplishment. It was a night of good tips, and one where I met a couple of local faries. Both of which I gave a personal lapdance, and one who... welll... he has provided me with a place to stay, entertainment of an intimate nature, and hell, he's cute too. He also wears a circlet. It was a little surreal but not something I am unused to, to give the nobles a bit of a show. But indeed there is something about a pretty elf and a couple of sluagh in a strip club that has got to make one smile.
Tonight is a night of discovery and, hopefully, debauchery. I had just done some shopping for a whole change of wardrobe, and am getting ready for Bob to pick me up. We shall be going to Dangerous Visions, my first night out on the town in this new city. I am looking forward to meeting up with my old friends. Imagine, Bob and Patronella both in the same city. I can only hope that our new romps are not as... watched as our past ones. None the less, I look forward to seeing the sluagh, she's a little slimy, with contagious warts on her tongue that she enjoys advertizing, but we've bonded in a few ways that make me enjoy her. And as for Bob, well. A satyr loves to drink, and this Boggin can give you a run for the money!
anyways. He should be here in a few moments. I have my satyr sense telling me that tonight will be indeed, intensely interesting and filled with events that may or may not result in drunkeness, pain or sex.
Either or, it will be one hell of a night.
Found out one of my best friends is now a member of the undead. My how things change. Trouble has been brewin' and that spider fearing bitch is back. I'm losin' a bit more of the few human things I had to begin with, and Anthony thinks he can solve all my problems with more sex. I need someone to talk to who knows what I'm going through without getting all preachy about inhumanity like I KNOW Anthony will. *sigh* I'm just glad he doesn't know about this journal. One of the good things about being a modern vampy is that I don't fear technology as much as the others. Well, close. Okay, so I STILL fear technology but not AS MUCH. Yeah.
*sigh*
Shaved this evening when I awoke. I still get creeped out by the silence coming from my chest. No heartbeat. No breathing. *Grins sarcasticly* and people are curious as to WHY I can't identify with the kine? Fuck! They were my tools or my toys even when I was mortal!!! Now, now they are beneath my fucking contempt. Those idiots in the goth scene are now even more so my puppets, all the while they laugh and cavort without knowing that they have a monster in their midst. When the idiot goth twinks rub against me and try to be dangerous and flirtatious they have no idea that they are hitting on a CORPSE!! *laughs manicly* Necrophiliacs every one of them. I used to be just like them. I used to think I understood the dark. Ye gods was I ever wrong. I'd like to bury every last one of THEM alive and make THEM have to crawl and dig their ways out of their own coffins. Maybe then they will know what it is they seek to immitate. I see understanding in the eyes of the few I show my true self to. I see that understanding painted forever on their faces as they slowly die in ecstasy. Identify with them? Please. Nothing has changed since the embrace. I'm still a predator, they are still my prey. *laughs* The more things change, the more they stay the same.
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No one's posted here for quite some while, but tonight at the Werewolf game, people seemed to be interested, so I've sent invites to all the Werewolf players, and hopefully we can revivify this community with our characters' diary entries. I shall oblige with the first diary entry of Catherine Delacourt sometime soon.
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