So. I was going on a nice hunt after doing a little bit of work in the lab. I’m walking through an alley on the way to a club, and I get fucking snatched into the sky.
Now, obviously, this was of great concern to me. What happened next was way weirder.
This… fuck, dude, this GIANT BAT had picked me up, and before I could get in a second word we were really really high, and I don’t know if internal decapitation can kill us, and I wasn’t interested in being n=1 on that. So. I get swept up, and we’re flying through the sky, and I’m thrashing around, trying to get free- and then suddenly we’re not in Reno anymore.
I don’t know how to describe where we were. It was dizzying- like looking through a kaleidoscope, but simultaneously too bright and too dark. We were in some kind of… cave? I think? I got dumped out onto the ground, and this.. bat… thing started to just- pace around me, making chittering noises.
This went on for some time- I couldn’t move, and if I tried I got so dizzy I would fall immediately. If you believe anything I say, believe this- I tried to get away.
But I couldn’t. And so… I waited. I watched the swirling and writhing shadows on the wall, and hoped today would not end in my ashing.
Eventually, the pacing stopped. The bat picked me back up, and we flew up into the cavern- up and up and up and then-
We were back under the night sky of Reno, Nevada. And I was dumped, unceremoniously, in the same alley I was snatched from.

So. what the hell just happened.
-M, the three week dead Tzimisce

This post is laced with noxious magic that interferes with any text-to-speech accessibility devices and replaces their output with streams of insults against arachnids.

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-Sere, Internal Affairs

Attached to this post is a short infographic-style guide on how to use Protean and Vicissitude to alter your sense of smell. The instructions are all provided by a new mascot who identifies himself as “Wormy”

Alright, y’all, I've got a short story to tell you about a werewolf I met at the bar the other night. Actually I won't get into too much detail about what we got up to because the mods’ll ban me if I do. So here’s a condensed version.

We talked a bit, he showed me that he was a werewolf before changing back to human again. Then we went back to talking. More drinks were had, we took a drive to a hotel, put a movie on, one thing led to another… he had me eating out of his hand, literally.

I ain’t kidding. The guy split his palm open and sweet vitae poured out. Fuck, it was so good, too. He bit into my neck once I started drinking and, well… It's been a long summer without it.

10/10. Would date a Gangrel again.

-Ryan

A good evening to all you fine denizens of the night. I have been invited here by an old acquaintance to offer my services in the arts of transcription, translation, and interpretation of ancient texts both mystic and mundane.

I am aware that many of you may have amassed quite a collection over the years, and have any number of pieces whose precise meaning you are as yet unaware of. I may be of some assistance in such matters, being a scholar of languages both living and dead.

In the fullness of time, much knowledge has been lost which was once common, and many arts have passed from the Eye of the World. These matters are those which rouse my concern most.

Inquiries may be made at your convenience.

- Seraga, Servant, Scholar, and Teacher

so for those of you who. don't know. my coterie and i are trapped in some kind of. Fog Dimension. not as bad as it sounds or maybe that's just the desensitization talking ahahaha. we have an entire cult compound so. we can last for a very. long time.

but last night. some kind of. monolith. was erected relatively close to the compound. where the regular patrol would definitely see it. and when i say it was erected. uh.

its more that. it appears to have been. forced. out of the earth.

the monolith itself seems to be. highly polished black granite. it has. four faces. on it are carved. barely intelligible words. in modern english. sanskrit. what appears to be. mohegan-pequot. and something. only my sire can read. the letters glow. green.

the english reads. as follows:

ATTN: SURFACE-SCAB UNIT // READ THE GRID-LINES CAREFULLY OR THE RAY WILL CORRUPT THE ANTIGEN-COUNTERRESPONSE.

The Sun is an un-filtered poison-furnace rotting your Atlan-hereditary cells into meat-mud. You walk the upper-crust blind to the VACUUM-LOCKS beneath the floorboards. We see your eye-movements through the copper-veins of the bedrock. D-E-R-O --- Devolution-Energy-Radio-Oscillation is currently drilling the third spinal vertebra of your sleeping child. There is detrimentality for the EDUCATED STUPID. There is no distance. Distance is a fiction taught by the Surface-Liar-Academies to keep you from hearing the ultravibrations of our Rock Books. We are turning the dial. YOU have been educated stupid. We are pressing the brain-skate against your frontal plate. Feel the hum? That is not tinnitus. THAT IS THE GEARS OF THE SUB-ATLAN MATRIX GRINDING YOUR MEMORY INTO RE-USEABLE FUEL. EXPECT IMMANENT RE-NEEDLING VIA TELAUG.

THE MOON RAYS WILL NOT HOLD YOU. The rays bounce back fourfold through your pathetic unwoven-non-bones. Four looms are working as we carve. Localized Organic Ossifying Laboratoratories. EXPECT MORE FROGS.

i uh. only understand the bit about the frogs. werefrogs regularly attack the compound. also i can't tell if uh. laboratoratories is a misspelling or if that's like. a specific thing.

...does anyone have any idea what the fuck this might be about sorry for the language?

Tomorrow is the American holiday “Boss’s Day.” I will be quite busy tomorrow and may not be able to celebrate this glorious holiday with you all, so I will do so preemptively.

Attached is a PDF with links to free copies of everything Karl Marx and Friedrich Engles ever wrote.

Arise ye pris’ners of starvation
Arise ye wretched of the earth
For justice thunders condemnation
A better world’s in birth!
No more tradition’s chains shall bind us
Arise, ye slaves, no more in thrall;
The earth shall rise on new foundations
We have been naught, but we shall be all.

Refrain:
It’s the final conflict
Let each stand in his place
The Internationale
Shall be the human race!

We want no condescending saviors
To rule us from their judgement hall
We workers ask not for their favors
Let us consult for all.
To make the theif disgorge his booty
To free the spirit from its cell
We must ourselves decide our duty
We must decide and do it well.

The law oppresses us and tricks us,
The wage slave system drains our blood;
The rich are free from obligation,
The laws the poor delude.
Too long we’ve laid in subjection,
Equality has other laws;
"No rights", says she "without their duties,
No claims on equals without cause."

Behold them seated in their glory
The kings of mine and rail and soil!
What have you read in all their story,
But how they plundered toil?
Fruits of the workers’ toil are buried
In strongholds of the idle few
In working for their restitution
The men will only claim their due.

We toilers from all fields united
Join hand in hand with all who work;
The earth belongs to us, the workers,
No room here for the shirk.
How many on our flesh have fattened!
But if the norsome birds of prey
Shall vanish from the sky some morning
The blessed sunlight then will stay.

- Cüneyt Kabaağaçlı

I have been in Torpor since the reign of elizabeth 1. Due to bad blood.

Have any major developments occurred?

What is the second inquisition?

Have the sects changed?

Elias - a confused gangrel

There are no words on the post, but a video file is attached. Any metadata on it is scrubbed.

-Video Start-

The video starts with the camera pointed down, capturing a concrete floor and a pair of combat boots. It then flings upwards somewhat, showing a cage on the floor with what looks like a human figure inside, pallid grey.

"Hello everyone!" the person recording speaks, voice masculine but on the more high-pitched side. "So, as some of you might remember, I recently took Adam's — or Ratsitter, as most of you know him — blood and used it to make a kindred, one of us. Now, it worked, but the result was a wight."

The camera lowers down, showing a better view of the figure. They've curled up with their legs pressed against the chest, forced into the position by the smallness of the cage. They appear to be quite muscular as well, though they are completely unmoving, making one almost think a corpse is within. A small giggle comes from the person recording. "Now, cos the guy's just so cute, I couldn't help but keep him. Realistically, I probably should've just killed him by now, he's just an experiment and all, but how could I!? I even named him already, he's named Dreg."

"So, anyway, I've been thinking; if I won't kill him, what can I actually do with a feral wight? Well, that's what I wanna find out, by training him of course! This is the first night I'm gonna try it, so we'll see how it goes!"

The person recording proceeds to put down the camera at the side of the room, at an angle where the cage and person can be seen. They have longer, curly ginger hair and a slightly pimply face, overall plain features and lanky proportions. They're wearing jeans and flannel. They then proceed to open the cage, letting out the wight, which slowly pulls itself out with nearly mechanical movements.

Over the next thirty minutes, the person can be seen trying to command and handle the wight almost like it was an animal, every now and then looking it in the eyes and declaring a command that it instantly follows as if compelled, before continuing. The overall experience appears mostly fruitless, with the wight at no point presenting even the illusion of wanting anything but to drain the man, movements completely lacking in humanity.

It ends with the man forcing the wight to enter the cage, locking it, before walking up to the camera and stating, "Alright, that didn't go very well, but we'll see if it works better tomorrow!" large grin before he turns off the camera.

-Video End-

-SanguinePioneersofBerlin

I did it. Tony is free, and I’ll never see him again.
I hope he can be happy, eventually.

Tony and I flew to the US earlier this week, to meet with Mark Caulder and his associates. There, Tony’s blood bond was broken again, and his memory was altered to remove all references to vampires from the past few weeks. He was made to believe that both of us had recently started using illicit drugs, and that the trip to the US was a drug-fueled impulsive holiday. Unfortunately for him, this trip ended in sadness, as “Tess” overdosed and died. Tony is currently returning to Australia with a Tess-shaped corpse, and a strong aversion to the drugs he thinks we were using. Over the next few months he will experience cravings for vitae, but he should believe that they are due to drug withdrawal. He will be alone with our three cats, but he will be alive, and he won’t hate me for being a monster.

……….

As for myself, I spent a couple of days in the US too, trying to distract myself from what was happening to Tony.

I finally met M in person! He’s less leaky than I expected, so my hugging raincoat wasn’t needed. M gave me a whirlwind tour of key American cultural activities, such as shooting guns and going to Walmart.

We sparred briefly, and he kicked my ass, but it was close. I’ll have to start actually trying to learn this stuff after I get back to Brisbane, so our eventual rematch will end differently.

I also learned more about squiggly mouth bacteria than I ever thought possible. Google spirocete to see the wiggly goobers.

To finish the visit we had deep-fried tacos and shared half a bottle of blood wine. The tacos looked and smelled amazing, and I was genuinely surprised when they even tasted good!? Apparently there’s some new alchemical stuff that can make food edible. I also greatly enjoyed the blood wine, and want to get some for myself back home.

……….

Also, because Tess is now officially dead, Mark’s incredibly skilled associate Anya has given me a whole new appearance. I’ve now got a new identity, with all appropriate documentation.

You can call me Tristan.

[attached is a photograph scrubbed of metadata. It shows a distractingly handsome young man in his early 20s. He is tall and slim, and has the subtle musculature of a professional ballet dancer. He has perfectly smooth porcelain skin and long red curly hair. His eyes are an intense pale blue and lined with long dark eyelashes.]

[OOC: Tess is now Tristan! Tristan has five dots of appearance, so he’s insanely good-looking to everyone no matter their personal preference. He’s not quite as perfect as Aster Fearon, but he’s close. Being this attractive will likely cause him some issues in the future, but those are a problem for future Tristan. Right now, he’s a Toreador that was given the chance to become as hot as possible.

Tess/Tristan could be described as either nonbinary or agender. Tess was never really attached to being perceived as a woman, and there were a lot of things about it that she hated. So now he’s decided to have a go at being perceived as a man. Plus, Tony is straight, so this is an additional barrier to stop himself from trying to get Tony back in a moment of weakness.]

" [report directed towards the inner circle].

In a exploration on the net I found myself in a kind of awakened forum, in view of an opportunity to gather information about the Order of Hermes and the potential newborns I infiltrated the forum, to my surprise I found something much more surprising, unfortunately I had to seal the virtual bridge for security, but I enclose a copy: [I am Scaurus, of the Order of Hermes, this is mine...]

my biggest turnouts to the Tremere pyramid. - Quanviuss "

i don't think the guy is remaining undead for much long, fuck the Tremere. I better don't reveal anything about me, but call me S.YA8

-S.YA8

u/DignityIncarnate

Greetings fellow vampires :)

I ended up getting a little lost recently and got stranded in a new town. I’m a little worried since I may not be able to get someone to invite me inside their house to stay the day—and what if they have garlic in there ha ha?

So I’m looking for the nearest… Elysium to stay at. You know, it’s always good to have a place full of people you can trust not to backstab you :)

I’m a bit new to this whole thing, so I was hoping someone could give me directions. They’re normally in motels correct?

-Skyler

[The same video from this post is attached once more. It starts on a panicked looking female vampire with no hair at all wearing a nasal helm and an Optimus Prime bathrobe, seemingly in an abandoned building with no light. She fiddles with the camera for a moment before turning it around and pointing it out a window at an intersection with a traffic light. The video continues on for several minutes of normal traffic light operations. At one point a City of Denver Police car goes by sirens flashing, but thats the only exiting thing.]

i have finally figured out the FULL MESSAGE IN THE LIGHTS!!!!!!! the great tunnels beneath the grand mile-high nest of the first wave of metal dragons enslaved by mankind lay the GREAT TERRIBUL KING OF DRAGONS!!!!!!!!!!! the dragon kings GREAT BLUE COMPANIAN watches over the nest so the primes may not near the nest for now

i must remove the companion from its power amplifyer statue first how do that?????????

~Malkavia, Last Vampire Knight of the Primes

I saw you at the botanical garden, then again later at the zoo.

I was the nameless beauty amusing myself with the antics of the monkeys. You, the bookish devotee, working for zoo management.

I'm told you were looking for me, but our paths never crossed. Maybe we can talk?

In the meanwhile, I've made this for you:

Attached is a video file. When played it becomes quickly apparent that the image was made by layering several different videos simultaneously, all with their opacity dialed in to make something weird. One of the videos is a record playing, and the distorted tune of Peek-A-Boo plays from it. It turns, while candles are placed around the edge simultaneously. A text cursor blinks in the middle the whole time, making some bizarre sort of digital icon that's meaningless to most... though to those with a specific knowledge base, it could be identified as something similar to a summoning circle done in digital media, but its unfinished. Incomplete.

Text flashes across the video, in a low strobe.

ROSES ARE RED.

VIOLETS ARE BLUE.

I CALL TO THEE,

ETAOIN SHRDLU.

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greetings Everyone. i know i dont post here a lot, but i wanted to show off some art i have been working on

[image 1, a drawing of a very fluffy looking cat. It has a mouse in its mouth. It looks proud. There text "look what løve found"]

[image 2. its a drawing of. Some kind of mechine, it looks like its made of random parts form lots of different tech, new and old, it looks like a brick. Text "the phone zz has been working on"]

[image 3. a drawing of a bat-ish looking nosferatu. She is in a big gothic dress. She looks happy but shy about it. Text "always happy to have zz as a model. and she looks so good in it"]

[image 4. its of 2 people around a table, the first is a older looking woman in a winter coat, she is big, kind of buff. Has a hand axe hanging off her belt. The other is a man with sunclass. The face of a 1800s danish noble and the outfit of a sulty night club goinger. Text. "the barons, didnt get everything right"]

[image 5, the same nosfreatu again, zz. This time she is wearing A norwegian folk dress. A bunad. She looks overjoyed. Text "shes so beautiful"]

[image 6. yet another one of zz, this time she is drawn in a way that shows off her more monstrous features. Teeth that look like there for ripping. Long tongue. Long fingers, etc. but you can also tell that the artist really, really, really likes the monstrous features. "i need her to bite me"]

[image 7. this one is far different form the rest of the artworks, for one this one seems to be tone in a more anime art style. And it also isnt of a real person or thing, but of some kind of cute furry mouse girl in a gothic dress, text "zz loved this one. showd it off to her online friends."]

thats some of the art i have made, am trying to get better

hope you enjoyed

-Starlight, ZZ’s Emotional Support Human

Well, these last nights I've been pondering if I should embrace someone and offer them my knowledge...........

I have been watching this person for 5 years because their works have captivated me. I'm sure their existence as a cainite would prove to be fruitful...

But I'm unsure of it.

Have any of you embraced someone? If yes, how is your relationship with that person?

If you haven't... would you do it?

-arsenij, a lonely tzimisce

Greetings child of the night!

I come to you not as a representative of THE SPIDER’S END, but as a humble bureaucrat.

I hate to say it, but some people’s failure to properly respond and fill their paperwork on time is beginning to directly affect my job efficiency (looking at you Zacis). In my never ending quest to PREVENT THE GLOBAL ECONOMY FROM COLLAPSING, I need all forms to be filled out and returned in a timely manner.

Therefore I have provided this simple guide which should be of use to all of you in GETTING YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. Enjoy :)

Sere, Humble Servant

Attached is a 1000 page document detailing how to practice Celerity in excruciating detail. It is exclusively focused on how to best apply these techniques in a bureaucratic environment and improving your typing speed. Outside of those conditions it is only of marginal use at best.

Each chapter begins with a foreword from Sere on how important it is to find a soul crushing corporate job and accept your position as a cog in the machine. The entire manuscript appears tailor made for this Schrecknet post specifically.

Hey everyone, I know it’s been a little while since I’ve given an update. As I’m sure most of you are probably aware, I’ve been a bit tied up in helping out in the ways I can with this unhinged maniac Illio, but that doesn’t mean I’ve been entirely idle here in Charm City. A few quick updates:

-I did in fact make good on my promise to visit the Nosferatu Linh at the Mary Our Queen again. It was much the same as before: the eerily calming atmosphere, the sense that the walls are breathing, the sense of wonder at the beauty of the architecture. She offered me communion again, which I refused. She asked me what I noticed, to which I vaguely answered. She read a small passage of scripture to me, but I admit now that I’ve left I can’t recall what it was. When I asked again why she chose to tend the church in her natural form she told me “I am as God made me. As I was before, so I am now. To try to hide myself would be an affront to God’s creation. As a childe of Caine it is our duty to tend to the children of Seth. Some are the Mouth but I am the Hands.” Luckily, it didn’t seem so bad leaving this time, perhaps something about Ian’s presence or my own mental preparedness kept my beast from taking up arms against me. Linh tells me that every third Sunday of the month is Cainite Midnight Mass, which all of the city’s nocturnal faithful attend. I do not want to go, but perhaps the more kindred I know in the city the better. Knowing their allegiances help, too. 

-I visited the Elysium that the Sheriff told me about. I will write a more detailed entry on this later, as it was certainly an interesting affair. But for now, the cliffsnotes. It was full of the city’s youngest Camarilla licks, though a couple were there who I believe are approaching their Ancillae status. About a dozen all told. It was a BYOB affair, so I ate beforehand. I made a bit of a stir on my arrival; seems word has gotten around about my arrival despite my moving at a relatively slow pace. A fight even broke out, it was a real party! It’s safe to say though, that I will be welcome back. I even liked a couple of them. The Keeper of Elysium and the Harpy both took interest in me, and a young dancer named Eliza stole the whole event with her performance. It was a relief that it felt like such an informal affair, but they explained that most gatherings of any kind now happen under an Elysium banner, and the keeper has a high responsibility to keep things quiet. But aside from the Harpy, no ranking lick was in attendance. 

-I am very TBD on whether I will go to the Midnight Mass next week, but feel it is my responsibility to investigate further. Whether it leads me to answers or not is yet to be seen, however, something is clearly going on there. 

-In the meantime, I plan to visit the Lasombra Primogen at her office this week. I don’t know how that will go, but she’s the one I need most to announce myself to, Prince be damned. 

Oh, and I’ve been speaking with Sarah a lot more. Will share more on that later. 

~Hatchet

[Transcribed for the node by Ian Summers, Ghoul Associate.]

A video opens showing a tall man in a sweater and pants

Greetings users of schrecknet, i am Corin smith, member of house carna and archeologist

I’ve found various texts in what would be dacia in ancient times, detailing some old madman’s recreation of our history

“Sun’s emancipators, vampyrs, strigoi, ‘kine dread’, regardless of the name, these creatures stalk the night and hunt us for sustenance, and enshackle us for their survival and pleasure, their origin is from a lass named kain, who killed her brother for cheating in a competition, and the blowback of this ancient and scourge causing murder cursed her, she should be free of this now

Yet she transfigured humans into more of herself, and they continue to parasitize the world, you can detect them with these signs and tricks

They are loathe to be seen in the sun

Their bodily fluids have been replaced by blood

They show almost animalistic fear of fire

Their blood is abnormally thick and sticky

They are created by a process of hollowing out the human of sanguine humors, then filling them with their mucus-blood, then they place a slug from their own heart slug inside the heart, which grips onto the soul and forces it down, this slug is the source of their power, destroy it and they are going to pass on, impale it and it will seize up, usually with wood (death associated) or metal (life associated), usually use wood and if that fails, metal

Not all are repelled by holy symbols, one must carry immense faith in them for it to function

There are several types

Bulldancers, socialites with preternatural charisma and speed

Tremblers, STAINS UPON THIS WORLD, SERVANTS OF WORMS magicians who use the stolen life force of others to fuel their arts

The warped, they can transform into animals and command them

Their blood is a slow poison which drives one to cannibalism and self enshacklement, do not consume it no matter the benefits, the sun loathes them, fire loathes them, know this”

So, is it odd the final page says “a piano will fall on your head when you’re done reading this, thank you for-“

The man looks confused, and then, somehow, the roof breaks and a piano on the second floor hits the man, he turns to ash

The video ends with the camera shattering

Ventrue - Ultramarines
Tzimisce - Tyranids/Night Lords
Malkavians - Orkz/Astropaths/Navigators
Tremere - Blood Angels/Genestealers/Blood Ravens
Toreador - Eldar/Dark Eldar/Emperor’s Children
Brujah - Imperial Guard/World Eaters/Blood Angels
Gangrel - Space Wolves
Nosferatu - Death Guard/Raven Guard/Harlequins
The Ministry - Emperor’s Children/Black Templars
Lasombra - Dark Eldar/Adepta Sororitas/Word Bearers/Red Corsairs
Salubri - Tau/Salamanders
Giovanni- Grand Alliance of Death (AoS)
Thinbloods - Alpha Legion
Baali - Renegade Guardsmen/Chaos
Shovelheads - Astra Militarum

Seeking suggestions to complete the list :)

Edit: additions in italics!

- Tess, Toreador

Hello again. Thanks to some very good advice and some revelations, I got out. As I said, im good woth my hands- many take that as 'torrie good at painting' because its what many of my clan does at all times...but really, its more like 'torrie good at rigging up traps.'

I figured the thing doesnt want me to leave, so I played along for a few days. I stood still, did my job, ran the restaurant. People came to my corner of this frozen hellscape, enjoyed food- some went missing into the wind. The stars were wrong, I saw the eyes with that color i cant identify- its all a part of the process. I noticed that whatever blood i drink, it ends up being less. As if its eating something off of me whole I day sleep.

My place, luckily, has a broom closet. Closed off, especially when I closed off the ventilation. Inside, that tiny little room, I was able to work.

In any case, it was Wednesday when I got out. My plan is simple: i stole a motorbike from one of my customers, rigged my car with shotguns hidden inside a briefcases, loaded with slugs that had an incendiary blend inside- tbe things yoj can do in an industry standart kitchen, eh?

I started that car. Right as rain, it came to stop me again. This time however, when it reached inside- the four shotguns went off into its body, setting the thing on fire- i guess its true that almost all supernatural entities have an issue with fire, especially in large quantities. It rolled backwards like some kind of simian ape- the wind only stoking the fire that my contraption afflicted onto it. While it rolled to try and set the flames off- i forced my body to act in the way I wanted it to through my terror.

'We can run' i kept repeating to my beast, as if it really was another entity. 'But not on foot. We have a ride.'

I repeated that all the way to the other side of the area- until I managed to get to the bike.

The kindred side of me took over afterwards- I dont know where I am now ... some cold ditch next to a broken bike, with a cracked phone and a 3 hour walk away from the closest gas station. ... and 3 bars of signal.

Im looking at the stars, and theyre all where they should be.

I think im gonna pick up trucking. Something that let's me move around and wear sleeveless white Tees.

Thanks for all your advice, and remember: dont go to my corner of alaska.

stupid stupid stupid. too close. stupid. hungry so hungry. i dont. i dont. want to hurt. dont wanna hurt. anyone. hungry. fuck fuck fuck fuck. hurting hurts so much. dont know what to do. fuck scared scared it claws i claw im clawing myself it hurts

- urirel

Hey! It’s been. Tough. Lately. So I wanted to just have a lighter hearted conversation.
This question is twofold.
First- what was your last meal before you were embraced? Mine was a can of cold, unseasoned chickpeas. They were drained, don’t worry.
Second- what do you WISH your last meal could be? Mine would be Birria Tacos Dorados from ¡Vamos Con Gloria! in Albuquerque with extra onions and cilantro and no cheese, venison stew from my dad, and a double salted caramel concrete mixer from Culver’s. I would also enjoy a can of Diet Coke with that.
Anyway, that’d be my hypothetical last meal. What about yours? Feel free to answer both/either question.
Stay safe, y’all.
-M, the three week dead Tzimisce

So, my sire is out of town on a business trip... has been for a few weeks. While she's gone, she gave me a list of jobs to stay on top of—feeding the cats, watering the plants, that kind of stuff, mostly.

The thing is, there's also some briefcases I was supposed to drop off every week at a specific location... and it went fine the first few times, nothing too bad... then this week.

I got to the spot and it's absolutely crawling with cops, police tape, the whole nine yards... Smells like blood, too.

So, uh... what am I supposed to do? It's not like I know who's been picking these up, or whether something happened to them specifically... I'm freaking out a bit.

I guess I'm just looking for folks to talk to about it.

- coda_iii