Greek Girls Are...

Pretty? Mostly. Got some kind of a different look to 'em though. It ain't as obvious as black and white though, you know? Something kinds subtle about 'em. It ain't just the olive skin tone most of 'em got. Course, the problem is that a lot of 'em aren't real familiar with a razor blade, you know? A lot of 'em are cool with shaving their pits and legs now, but not everywhere, you know?

Easy? Not really. There were a few that wanted to ride a rich American cock, but most just wanted to fool around and not much else. Kinda like a lot of girls over here; they figure they are pretty enough to score some free drinks in the VIP and all they gotta do is give up their time and a good view of their cleavage. Stupid bitches.

Kinky? Nah, not really. They seemed a bit more, into it when you got 'em going, but they seemed pretty straight forward. Not even more willing to do it in the butt, even if they are Greek, you know?

All in all they seemed not that different from American girls. A bit more reserved, a bit more in need of a razor, but not really that different. Not sure if that means anything or not, but hey, whatever.

The Camarilla and Lasombra are creepy

So Johnny wandered up north again.

Why?

You know, if Johnny gets bored, Johnny should just go to a strip club or something. 'Cause the Camarilla is just boring nine times out of ten.

So yeah, not much happened. Okay, a few weeks before some of the NorCal Brujah came down to answer Dominic's Call. That was cool. Finn and Aly came down. They're cool. But Prince Early stepped down and Princess Jenna stepped up. Oh, and Dominic's Call was not much more than personal bullshit. Afraid of the local Ass-biters. That was kinda interesting.

But last time? We heard there were zombies somewhere, but nope. Went to go find some Sabbat or their gangbangers, but that was a bust. Stupid fuckin' Cam didn't even speak Spanish. Who goes to talk to the Mexican Mafia and doesn't speak Spanish? Stupid shit.

Then the new Lasombra they got there, fuckin' called Johnny on the cell phone. How did he get Johnny's number? Says he needs to talk. About why? Says Prince Ligatio said to call Johnny. About what? Says They. Says he knows what They did.

Crap. Need to talk to They to try to help his ass out, but he ain't talkin'. Rather help out a local Nos that's shown at least a tolerance for Anarchs than some fuckin' Lasombra bitch that'll try to fuckin' manipulate Johnny into doin' shit. Course, the hard part will be making it seem like Johnny didn't do nothing with it, keepin' in the clear with this Ligatio fuck. You know?

The Camarilla just sucks.

Teaching Eli to sparkle

In return for learning some mad ninja skillz, Johnny taught Eli some of that special sparkle and charm that Johnny has. So Johnny figures that Eli can be taught the same basic way that Joe Barclay learned the trick.

Except taking Eli into bars to pick up guys would be almost like shooting fish in a barrel with an automatic shotgun. Way too easy and she wouldn’t learn anything about the Discipline, even if she did have a good time doing it. So Johnny figured it had to be tougher than that. Now, Johnny does have to say it was really fuckin’ enjoyable to watch Eli and Johnny did have to find some coed and take care of business every night after watching it all, but Johnny really did think it was the best way for her to learn, not just for Johnny to get his rocks off.

So Johnny decides that Eli has got to do exactly what Barclay did. Which was to pick up a straight woman in a bar and score the digits. And this time, Johnny would be listening in making sure Eli wasn’t doing the whole friends thing.

Eli kinda looked at Johnny all weird at first and Johnny figures she thought Johnny was doing it for Johnny’s own enjoyment. But after Johnny said that Barclay had to do the same thing, she agreed.

So we wander down to one of the bars down in Newport . Figure it shouldn’t be too hard, since those places tend to have college girls, or girls recently out of college and they tend to be kind of experimental, you know? Willing to try new things and Eli is more than hot enough for a bi-curious sorority girl to say “what the hell?” right?

Not that night. She got all kinds of weird looks, a few boyfriends either threatened her or tried to convince her to go for a three-way (not that the girlfriends seemed happy with their boyfriends when that got brought up) and even got slapped by one bitch around closing time. So it was back to basics.

The next night it was another bar and things seemed to go better. No one got slapped, but the only digits were from some chick that just wanted to be friends. Sorry, not good enough.

The next night we bailed on the beach bars in Newport and went and hit the Yardhouse up in Long Beach . You know, Jenning’s place. Wanted to see if that dillweed was around and of course, he wasn’t. So Johnny set Eli to work on those 30 and 40 somethings, the professional women looking to blow off steam. Holy shit, Eli was like fuckin’ catnip. She had women hitting on her, but that wasn’t the point. She eventually struck up a conversation at the bar with this 30-something that looked like she’d come straight from work for happy hour and just happened to stay. She was with friends and had a wedding ring on. Hot little blonde number. So they talk, and Johnny can hear it’s going exactly how it’s supposed to. Then Eli goes for it, goes for the trick, pops the Awe and suddenly the little blonde is ready to go. They disappeared into the bathroom for a couple of minutes and Eli comes back to Johnny, leaving the blonde in the bathroom.

Eli has got this grin like the cat got the canary and she hands Johnny this little green thong and there’s numbers on them. She won’t fuckin’ say if she did or didn’t do anything to the blonde, just smiles and shrugs and Johnny, and we don’t stick around long enough for her to finally leave the bathroom. But little Eli got it and she got it a lot quicker than Barclay did.

Lot more fun to watch too.

Weird and Wyld Halloween

Why is it that the weirdest shit happens around Halloween?

Fighting ancient Celtic cults and spirits you can’t actually touch is not my idea of a rockin’ Halloween. Damn. Missed out on all kinds of hotties and tramps and sluts and whores because Johnny had to fights this shit with Alexander Worthington (damn is he nearly useless for anything but going crazy), Lucien Heisenrich or whatever the wizard’s last name is, Sharky (ain’t seen him in a while) and the Gangrel terrorist himself, Joe Barclay.

Ain’t bad guys (except maybe for Lucien, still not sold on him), but there ain’t a pussy among them and they sure as hell would look like shit wearing a bustier.

So anyway, Johnny was just taught some of that ninja-like Obfuscate by Eli Keenan. She’s that Assamite Anarch out in Baltimore , but she tends to wander some and ain’t exactly a stranger to SoCal. She still won’t teach the real Assamite ninja skills, but hey, maybe given enough time she will. Or if Johnny can come up with an offer she can’t refuse.

So we went off to Johnny’s new warehouse, the one that the rest of the Anarchs don’t yet know about. Lots of boxes and crates and shadows and shit. And the next few nights she taught Johnny how to get real still and real quiet and just blend into the shadows. Gotta stay still or the shadows, like, go away somehow, or if Johnny makes a noise, but it is pretty damn cool.

No, it’s not like the shadows wrap around or nothin’. Not like a Lasombra thing. It’s different than that. It’s more like, what, a cloaking device, like the Predator had.

It’s pretty damn cool. Gonna try to get Eli to teach Johnny the next step, how to actually move around like the Predator. Then Johnny would be on his way to being a ninja. Johnny is already the Drunken Monkey kung fu master. Working on being all samurai with the swords and sai and shit. Now Johnny is also on his way to being a ninja. Fuckin’ Awesome.

Some babes for Halloween

Somewhere along the line, Halloween for chicks became about dressing like the slut you couldn't be in real life. And recently, it's become about, for one night only, being that slut you secretly wish you could be but can't.

God but it's a great night to have a cock!

Off to see the wizard...

Okay.

So Johnny got mind-fucked more than a few times in the big thing to deal with or kill Hertzog. Oh, yeah. Hertzog was breaking the Masquerade and trying to get us to kill mortals and shit like that. So Simon, Uncle Remus, the Oracle, Warren Peace and Johnny went to Disneyland to stake or kill 'im. Yeah, Disneyland. Turns out his lair was under the damn Matterhorn ride. And it turns out he was a skin-rider because his actual body was that of a baby. WTF?

Anyway, Johnny was able to find a few teachers to teach Johnny Iron Heart. It'll help keep bastards out of Johnny's head. The problem is, Johnny has to go to Cyprus and learn it from Jacen Pompeii. Yeah, that dude. Archon Pompeii. Killer of children and slayer of shovelheads, the man that puts fear into the hearts of virtually every neonate out there.

He wants to talk history, he wants to be brought up to date on current events and trends. And he wants to teach Johnny Iron Heart.

So, uh, yeah. If Johnny don't make it to the New Year, you might know why.

What It Means To Be Brujah

Johnny was asked to write down what it means to be a Brujah. First off, who the hell is stupid enough to ask Johnny to *write* this shit down? And two, who really cares what Johnny has to say about Clan Brujah? It's not like Johnny is one of the shining lights of the clan. There's a bunch more Brujah out there that gotta says better things and say them better. Anyway, here's what Johnny said. (oh, and Johnny can't tell you yet the why and who and all)

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So what does it mean to be Brujah? Well now, Johnny didn’t go through no normal accounting like lap-dog Camarilla Brujah, so Johnny’s answer is gonna be kinda different.

Let’s get a couple of things right out and taken care of. This warrior-philosopher bullshit? Exactly that, bullshit. There’s too many wannabe philosopher’s runnin’ around claimin’ to know the secrets of Carthage or whatever. In the end, all they end up doin’ is running their mouths and flappin’ their gums and get jack and shit done. That’s the worst part, they don’t get anything done.

On the other side is those damn leather-jacket wearing stereotypes of rage. Dumbasses that can only think of destroying things, never mind what it is. The kind of stereotype that the Venture and Torea-fags use to make fun of us and keep us down. Their worst thing is that their rage isn’t directed, it’s just a wildfire burning out of control.

So what the hell are we? Johnny figures we are somewhere in the middle. We are engines of destruction to be used brutally against injustice. We are all about The Cause, all about fighting for something we believe in. When we get lazy, when the cause we are fighting for is just our comfort or our own material possessions, that’s when we are just Ventrue with cooler clothes. A real Brujah fights for a Cause. Maybe that’s why so many of us are Anarchs, why Johnny is an Anarch. Because fighting for The Movment means Johnny is fighting for something outside of Johnny, bigger than Johnny, that could last longer and do more than Johnny could ever do alone. But if you are Tower, then goddamnit, believe in it. Believe in what you are fighting for. Don’t puss out and just fight against something, but fight FOR something.

That’s what a real Brujah is. Yeah, there’s that stuff about brotherhood and shit, but for Johnny, it all comes down to the fire in our souls and figuring out how to control that fire and use it for your Cause.

The Camarilla is just boring

So Johnny decides to wander on up to the Camarilla gathering last weekend. Partly because Johnny had nothing better to do, partly because Lauren and Bear and a few others are always wandering up there and Johnny thought "Hey, maybe Johnny should go see what the big deal is!"

Goddamn the Cam is boring though.

Not a damn thing happened outside of some weird ass conversations (like, who knew that the LA Brujah Primogen likes to suck blood from fuckin' tampons? And that it is apparently kosher?) and sending the queer Iron John into torpor.

That's it. Not a damn thing else happened.

Johnny is convinced this is why the Cam plays all their fucked up political prestetation games and shit. 'Cause there ain't nothing else going on. Unless you are creating some kind of game, what the fuck is there?

Must be also why so many young licks go Anarch. At least we have shit happening at our rants. At least we do things.

But fuck the Camarilla is boring.

KJs and Iron John

What a fuckin' night.

There was this new guy, a Cam Brujah, name of Iron John, that was dressed like a Village People reject. Leather vest, a "Voting Rocks" t-shirt, a red bow-fucking tie, and actual heavy gauge chains wrapped around his waist and legs. Seriously, he looked totally gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but fuckenaye, do you have to dress like a stereotype? What was worse, was this dipwad basically was rejecting who he was as a Brujah. Refused to give into his passions. Spent his whole unlife, as far as Johnny could tell, trying to control his Beast and his passions. WTF? It's part of being Brujah. It's part of who we are, of what our particular curse is. Accept it, work around it, but don't fuckin' deny it. Best part of it though was Lauren kept tormenting him to see if he would flip out. She even tried to get Barclay to do some Gangrel trick, something about making Joe flip out, but somehow send it to IJ. She licked his face and grabbed his balls; made 'im flip. The Gangrel trick didn't work though. So it was Joe that flipped. But then IJ told 'im to calm down and he did. Sheer force of personality. The biggest problem Johnny has with this poseur is that about 85% of what he said sounded practiced and rehearsed. He just knew what to say and it sounded like he'd practiced it before or something.

Asshat.

Then there was this deal with the KJ. Dempsey somehow found one, this girl. Supposedly totally innocent. Huh? Anyway, they don't kill her when the have the chance. They come back and Uncle Remus tells Johnny that the KJ must have libertas, just like us. So maybe she's not evil and bad, that we should fight the Courts, not necessarily the individuals.

Damn it, but he made sense. It ain't gonna turn Johnny into some kinda pacifist, but damn it, Johnny figures we can't just go and slaughter them just because they are KJ.

Anyway, that putz Tom Jennings summons her to the warehouse. What a fuckin' idiot. Now she knows one of our gathering places. How Jennings has survived this long is beyond Johnny. People think Johnny is stupid, but Johnny really ain't. But Jennings, he might have some booksmarts, but fuckenaye is he stupid. So Barclay sees the girl, and so does Lauren and Johnny. So we go to attack 'er. Pam and Remus move to save her ass though, getting her out of the way. Joe turns into a big-ass fuckin' bird and starts pecking the shit out of her. Perez fuckin' threw IronJohn from about 30 feet away into Johnny's back and knocked Johnny down. And with that, Johnny was out of the chase. Don't know what happened after that other than Remus, Pam and the girl were gone and Joe, in the shape of the big-ass bird is flipping out, then sunk straight into the ground. Weird shit man.

And that wasn't enough. One of the chicks that did work for Gated Community Productions was apparently shot to death, gangland style. Not fuckin' cool. Not to worried about it personally, but it sucks and it might end up as bad publicity. Hopefully it wasn't some dumbfuck trying to get to Johnny.

Oh wait. That still wasn't enough. That Bonaducci guy, the one that does porn up in Promise, he's Cam but has been banned from LA for a few years now, comes up to Johnny as a representative of the justicars. Oh crap. He wants to get the Anarchs to work with and help out a big-ass Camarilla war party meant to take back San Diego. Wants Johnny to fly the idea out to the other Anarchs in the area. Supposedly the Anarchs would get a chunk of SD as our reward. But Johnny just don't trust the Cam and really ain't sure about any kind of war party.

Way too much happening, too many new faces...

Learning another trick...

So it was time to have Simon teach Johnny more about telling people what to do. You know, with that hoodoo voodoo that Ventrue are so good at.

The shit ain't so good on other licks; older fuckers just ignore the wooj. So not exactly useful on most of the Camarilla bastards.

But it was time to go to the next level and go beyond just a single word. So we go to this 18 and over club, called Tight. Supposed to mean cool, but we know what it's really describing, you know? But we go there because it's a place where creepy older fuckers like us ain't entirely welcome. They actually try to keep you out if you are over 25 or so. Plus, we're kinda creepy anyway. On top of it all, they are really damn strict about alcohol, 'cause they could lose their beer license if busted for serving one of the 18 year olds. So those girls come to dance and to hook up. Without the help of alcohol. Maybe that's why there aren't as many guys as girls there; they don't have the liquid help.

So we're there to see what Johnny can do with Simon's tricks, can't use any of the normal Brujah wooj or Johnny charm. The key is to look a girl in the eyes and tell her to lift her shirt and show off her tits. Simple, right? Pretend we are with Girls Gone Wild and get them to show their tits, using the wooj.

Actually, Johnny thinks the only reason Simon agreed to try this way out first was because he probably thought Johnny couldn't do it, at least not the first time out. Especially not when Johnny can't use the Charm, you know? Not exactly Simon's style and all. He probably would have prefered to see if Johnny could convince a business man to sign over his stocks or something, but, well, Johnny was quite motivated and that apparently means something when learning new tricks.

The first few chicks, Johnny had to use the charm to keep them from slapping Johnny and calling security. An hour in, chicks were flashing us like it was Mardi Gras or something. Simon got kind of uncomfortable with it all, maybe he was afraid we'd get caught or something, so we left at that point.

Johnny has been kinda playin' for the last week now with it, goin' to bars and pretending to hypnotize chicks and getting them to do things like bark like dogs, take off their tops, take off their panties in public, stuff like that. Juvenile as shit, yeah. But harmless and it's startin' to get old already. But that's another trick in Johnny's arsenal. Quite a few more to go.

WTF Gangrel?

Okay, what the hell is up with the Gangrel? They hang out mostly with each other, doing fuck knows what, maybe sniffing each other's asses or something. Joe Barclay is like, their messiah out here or something. Seriously, that dude is the king of the gangrel down here.

So anyway, they have this lick trick to be able to see in the dark. Makes the eyes glow red an' shit. Mighty useful trick if you ask Johnny. Especially with those god forsaken Lasombra asshats. But they won't teach it Johnny. Pam even said it would get Johnny killed. WTF?

So each clan has, like, three different kinds of tricks that are natural to them. Like us Brujah, we got strength, speed and charm. The Ventrue got charm, the ability to take damage, and the ability to tell other motherfuckers what to do. Now, the Gangrel, they got the damage thing too. They can also talk to animals. But they also got this other weird shit going on and they must all somehow link together. Like somehow, this seeing in the dark, plus their other tricks of, like, turning into animals and being able to turn their hands into claws must all, like, link together and shit. Now, Johnny could understand why maybe they want to keep some of those tricks to themselves. Like, the ability to turn into a wolf could be damn cool, but if everyone can do it, well hell, that makes the Gangrel a lot less special, you know?

But see, Johnny don't want to be able to turn into a fuckin' Dracula vampire bat. Johnny don't need claws when Johnny got fists of steel and blades that sharp. Johnny just wants to be able to see in the fuckin' dark. And neither Pam nor Joe will do it. Johnny just wants to be able to fight the Sabbat better, and the ability to see in the dark makes that a lot easier to do.

Johnny just don't get it.

The Month of June

What a weird month. Okay, so it starts off pretty cool with the LA Erotica Expo. Did a lot of business there, even if it did mean that Johnny missed the monthly Anarch rant. Whoops. Didn't mean to, but hey, when you're neck deep in tits and pussy, can you really be blamed? Really?

Brer Rabbit is still proving himself to be the biggest jackass this side of the fuckin' Rockies. Damn he's an asshat. He's an Anarch only because no one else wants him and we're kinda like the animal shelters, you know, we gotta take all the strays no matter how lame or ugly. And that's fuckin' Rabbit. Seriously, he's giving all fags a bad name.

Piers died. Or rather, was fuckin' murdered. Apparently Mister High and Mighty and Falutless, the Justicar Pascek, got together with Garrett Dannington and Jacen Pompeii and probably a few others, and they killed Piers. Now, they're saying that Piers had lost his heart and soul to the Settites. That those fuckers have some sort of evil wicked magic and shit. Now, Johnny can believe that based upon the other shit Johnny has heard. But they're sayin' there was no fuckin' hope, no way to save Piers. So they killed 'im. Bullshit. Complete and utter crap. There is always a way out. It ain't always obvious, it ain't always easy, death might actually be easier sometimes, but there is always a way out. Garret and Mister Faultless himself decided otherwise those. Bastards.

On the bright side, Piscin decided to hop in the Mystery Mobile and come visit us. She's this batshit crazy Malkavian Anarch. Looks like she got bit back during, like, the Summer of Love or something. Crazier than most Malks that Johnny has ever met. Really, really wants to help out the Movement though. And that's good enough for Johnny. A little, or even a lot, crazy ain't a bad thing in the Movement.

Fuck, the Tower thinks every Anarch is a least a little bit crazy anyway. Why not go for the gusto, eh?

Oh, and the beach pictures are in honor of it turning to summer. It's one of the things that Johnny misses the most; being able to go hang out on the beach, feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, watch the bikini babes parading up and down the beach...miss that shit man. Miss that.

No Rant, Busy Partying!

Okay, so Johnny pulled a Rabbit...sort of. Johnny didn't call a rant or nothing, but Johnny was supposed to show up at the monthly Anarch pow wow as usual. But Johnny didn't show up. Nope, a no-show from the King of Kama Sutra.



So where was Johnny? At the LA Erotica Expo. That's right. Okay, so Johnny was there mainly that evening to directly promote Gated Community Productions. Had the mortals working during the day, Johnny picked up the slack after sundown...of course, that's when the floor is officially closed and there's a lot of afterhours 'networking' between companies and performers and agents and shit. And then it's on to the parties where even more of that happens...



So Johnny was able to sign up some smokin' hot bitches that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Another babe that had her Kegel's down pat and could literally vibrate her pussy...fuckin' unbelievable. And had to find at least one anal specialist...Johnny saw her take a seat on a 2 liter bottle without so much as a single grimace on her face...she was a little bit of a butterface, but talent like that trumps what your face looks like. Even found a dude to sign to the company, our first male contract performer.



So Johnny kinda got caught up in mortal business that night. Gotta deal with Los Reyes at some point...and the usual bullshit...but for one night anyway, Johnny got to not just pretend but almost be human again if only for a few hours.

Prince Book's Party

So Johnny went up north to San Fran and Prince Book's party with Uncle Remus, Brer Bear and Perez. Lauren went too, but hardly showed up at all. Brer Owl and Eli showed up too. Even Dani for a little bit.

Went up north for two reasons. One, to see what the deal was with Davis. Which was supposed to be Anarch, but then taken by Prince Howl, who then said it wasn't his but actually belonged to the Giovanni, which was a suprise to the Giovanni, but now it's back to being Anarch. Not sure who the Baron is; it might be Captain Cutter, but recently it was Luke, but he didn't show 'cause he got staked by Prince Howl for breakin' the Masquerade so it might now be Brer Owl. Now that's fuckin' funny.

The second reason was to talk about the Confederation of the Anarch Free States. Except Johnny only saw three other Anarchs not from here. Not counting Owl or Dani. Eli, who's back east, and two minor dudes, Just Jack and Ace. Not exactly enough of a turn out to bring up talking about a major idea. So Johnny just tabled it and figures it'll have to be brought up over the Anarch Rant sometime soon.

Okay, there was a third reason. Range. Heard Range wanted to kill Owl. Maybe even Johnny. Turns out that Range had pissed off Prince Book too. Except now Range was actually Hank and he was under Prince Howl's accounting. Not good for Howl. Dumbfuck actually went and admitted that Hank was Range. Which came as a surprise to Book when Johnny told him. Dumbass fucker Range didn't even show up to anything he was so scared of us. Turns out, according to both Howl and Book, that Range's heart was put in the fire. Which means dead. Just wish Johnny had been there to confirm it.

There was a Brujah rant too. That was either lame or interesting, depending on who you talked to. Prince Rosentard really is a selfish fuckwit that is more about his own ambition than his brothers and sisters in the clan. Alesandra Orion is passionate as all hell, but goddamn the little bitch talks a lot. Archon Jack Sebastian really is a pompous ass. Not sure where his ultimate ambitions are, but Johnny figures they are probably Camarilla, not Brujah. Jacob Hill is a stupid tool. Well shit, he tried to make Dustin Zahn look stupid, but it ended up with both Zahn and Dickie Smalls dead. So he lost his Tower position, then he had to run the Gauntlet. Now, Johnny had gotten fed up with him earlier and the little bastard was able to block Johnny's punch, which ended up proving Jacob hadn't been telling the truth. So after Jacob got dropped, some other Brujah picked him up and asked if anyone else wanted a shot, and well, Johnny did. Had to crack'im at least once.

There's so much more, but Johnny's brain is kinda confused from seeing so damn many licks and trying to remember their names and who the fuck they were. Shit, almost everyone knew Johnny. But not the other way around.

Johnny'll probably say more later, but this was the main shit.

Too quiet

It's too damn quiet around here...no word of shovelheads, the KJ seem to be quiet, the Cam is too busy with their issue of letting the Assamites into their country club or not...even the Brujah in general seem to be awful quiet lately...it's fuckin' weird is what it is...

Undead Commerce

Vampires, somehow, are naturally selfish. Most of us don't want anyone to have anything, but we want it all. Johnny thinks that's why Johnny has thrown himself into The Movement like he has. To try and stave off that innate selfishness.

But Johnny is coming across it a lot lately. Johnny is trying to learn more about being an Anarch and a Brujah. Trying to delve deeper into the history and the secrets. But goddamn, you'd think Johnny was trying to buy someone's mom for a porno shoot or something. The way these licks fuckin' protect their little edges, their little secrets, fuck, you'd think that you were taking away their survival edge or something.

Damn fools.

Another voice for The Movement is dead

Anthony Bishop is dead.

He was an Anarch out in Georgia. Don't know exactly where, but it doesn't really matter. He was a believer in the Status Perfectus. He was well spoken. He was a brother Brujah. He was what both Anarch and Brujah should be; fervent for his beliefs, passionate about his causes.

Don't know why or how. Perhaps something to do with the Prince of Middle Georgia, a supreme fuckup of a Toreador. Saleem says he knows something, but not much.

Bishop could have been a powerful voice for The Movement. He could have been another name mentioned with awe by young Anarchs and fear and respect by the Camarilla.

Maybe that was why he was killed.

Anthony Bishop, rest finally in peace. Your death shall serve a purpose.

Time out in the desert

So Johnny needed to blow off some steam. So much so that Johnny couldn't do it the usual way, you know, hookers and hooch.

So Johnny grabbed the new wakizashi and the pair of sai and the copy of the Hagakure and drove out to Quartzite. That small little town on the other side of the Arizona border where you stop for gas 'cause it's cheaper than on the California side. Enough folks to keep a one or two licks alive, not that Johnny ever found one out there. And right in the middle of the desert so all it takes is a jump in the car to get out to where you can't see any sign of human life. Totally desolate.

So that's where Johnny was for about a week. Practicing with the weapons, reading from the Way of the Samurai.

Refreshed Johnny's brain in a big way. After the bullshit about "leaking" shit from the Brujah Rant list, Johnny had to figure out how to reconcile the two sides in a better way. The Hagakure had the answer. Or at least an answer that Johnny can use.

Johnny was a bit hungry stayin' out there, but that's okay. It was almost like being a monk for a little while. Getting away from the boob implants, the teased and dyed hair, the neon, the other licks, the politics of it all. It was good. Almost felt human again.

Brujah by Blood, Anarch by Choice

This is something that Johnny posted onto the Brujah networks just today, or something an awful lot like it anyway. Really fuckin' pissed...

You know what, Johnny don’t give a flyin’ fuck what you all been sayin.’ Johnny done a lot of thinking and here’s what Johnny got to say before Johnny really does leave for a vacation.

Johnny is a Brujah by blood. Johnny hears the rage and the passion in the song of Brujah. Johnny hears to song of brotherhood tugging every time a brother or sister of Brujah calls.

But Johnny is also an Anarch by choice. The songs of freedom ring in Johnny’s soul. The needs of others bound by their choices resonate in Johnny’s ears.

Unlike most of you Camarilla Brujah, Johnny has to listen to both of these songs at the same time. You have the luxury of only having your petty Court politics and our large Clan politics to worry about. You don’t have discordant rhythms beating out different needs. You don’t have two different sides of your soul sometimes trying to tear you apart.

It is the way of the Anarchs. It is a choice we all made when we turned our backs on the Ivory Tower. We know the choice makes our lives difficult. That sometimes our choices will make us lose standing or reputation to one side or another or both. That sometimes when we try to make both sides sing together, we end up making both sides we must listen to angry.

It is our lot in this unlife.

We are not traitors. We are guilty of having two masters and of doing our best to satisfy both of them.

The Anarchs that killed Chase refuse to have contact of any reasonable sort with Hung Lo or any other Anarchs that have tried to contact them. They would know regardless of what else happened or what was said that retribution had to be coming their way.

Johnny will grieve for the loss of Johnny’s brothers and sisters – both of The Movement and of The Blood should things come to that.

And that’s all Johnny’s gotta say before Mynos gets here and Johnny shows him how to live large in the OC. And when Mynos leaves, Johnny’ll take a bit of a trip too.

Johnny Chang
Brujah by Blood
Anarch by Choice

Yummy Skittles

Taste the rainbow, eat the rainbow...

More pictures to just enjoy

Been out of the local loop so long, Johnny's feelin' kinda, well, out of it. Haven't been able to attend to recent rants for any number of reasons. Business got to be taken care of sometimes, ya know? One night it was 'cause Johnny knew the KJ had all the local freeways scoped out tryin' to find Johnny's house. Couldn't leave then. Another night Johnny just fuckin' forgot. Bangin' twin sisters from Brazil will do that to any man.

Whatever. Gotta get back into the swing of things. Enjoy the pictures.

Camarilla Arrogance

The arrogance of the Ivory fuckin' Tower is just mind blowing sometimes.

There's this Tristan motherfucker that tried to lecture Johnny about the Status Perfectus and libertas. What the fuck? He's Camarilla, what could he really know about libertas? If he really knew about libertas, he'd be an Anarch and not a Cammie. He fuckin' tried to say that an officer of a Cammie court could actually be an Anarch. A fuckin' Anarch sheriff taking orders from a Cam Prince? What the fuck world is he livin' in? There's just no damn way. You can't be both a freedom fighter and a jackbooted thug. You can't be both, but this Tristan arrogantly believes that he knows best somehow and Johnny is wrong.

Maybe he wishes he was an Anarch, or used to be one, and now has regrets about being a part of the machine that oppresses licks everywhere.

When that part of the debate didn't work, he switched gears and tried talking Traditions. Yeah, with a capital fuckin' 'T.' Johnny fuckin' knew better, damn well knew better and still tried to keep up the debate. Johnny knows the basics about the Traditions and sure as shit doesn't know'em well enough to have a goddamn debate about them.

Johnny walked into the trap knowingly and got stung. But then the asshole tries to say it wasn't some kind of a trap, that Anarchs and Cammunists are that different and can't we all just get along because we in the Tower know what's best for you!

It's that attitude. The whole, "Poor misguided Anarchs, if only you had more education during your Accounting, you would see the light and join the Camarilla." If only you poor Anarchs were smarter, you'd see the error of your ways.

Well fuck you Camarilla. We never talk about it, but don't ever fuckin' forget that our long-term goal is the Tower's destruction. And we won't rest until it's done.

True Love in Undeath

So this other Anarch out in Georgia has been talking about True Love. Might leave The Movement for True Love.

What.

The.

Fuck?

Johnny doesn’t think our cold dead hearts are capable of that emotion anymore. Come on, we’re undead killing machines in a lot of ways. Yeah, some of us are capable of passion, especially us Brujah, but Love?

How the hell would we even really know? There's that Blood Binding thing and from Johnny's been told, it sure as hell can feel a lot like love. But it's really just a mystical magical thing that enslaves someone and makes you think it's love. Then there's the other hoodoo voodoo shit that Brujah and Ventrue can do. You know, manipulate emotions and control their thoughts. Damn, Johnny can make a women in a bar cream their panties over Johnny with a bit of mystical mumbo jumbo, but she thinks it's all real, that looking at Johnny makes her hot and wet. But Johnny knows the truth, that Johnny is playing hoodoo voodoo with her head and that's what's making her twat hot.

So with all that, even if it's possible, how would we even know if it's love? Or True Love?

Johnny just doesn't think it's possible.

Gio's throw the worst parties

Okay, so Brer Bear wants Johnny to go with him and Perez to a party that the Giovanni are throwing out in their town, Promise, up in the mountains. Okay, it's a party, it'll be cool, right?

Nope.

First, it turns out it's technically thrown by some Settites, but Johnny didn't see a single Snake there. Next, the Giovannia are just fuckin' weird. Seriously weird. They are seem to be strangely inbred, but not. They all have an obvious fascination with money and the dead. And that seems to be about all they can talk about.

Then some KJ show up. Claiming to live in Long Beach. Claiming they didn't know Long Beach was Anarch turf. Then getting pissed when told to get the fuck out of Long Beach. Then getting really fuckin' pissed when told in Chinese to get the fuck out of Long Beach. Johnny wanted to just fuckin' kill'em right there, but it was an Elysium and Johnny didn't want to create bad blood with the weirdo Giovanni. So Johnny just left them alone.

Then it turns out that some human cultists screwed up and summoned all sorts of weird bug demons that looks right out of that movie, Starship Troopers. Weird shit. So Johnny is just shootin' the shit, drinkin' a beer, when there's this boom and this strange energy wave that spoiled the beer. It was the last one left damnit! So Johnny wandered off to find the explosion with Bear, Perez, Lauren, Pam, and that asshole fucktard Mateo to find what happened.

Turned out it was a demon. Seriously. A demon. No, really, Johnny ain't makin' this shit up. A real actual demon. Mateo, Perez and Bear went and grappled with this 20 foot tall winged demon. Johnny just started blasting away first with Johnny's nines then with Perez's M-16 (which is now Johnny's, yeah!). We killed the damn thing and the Gios say they are going to give us guns and incendiary bullets for taking care of their fuckin' problem.

But never ever go to a Giovanni party. They suck.

Stupid Cammies

So some dumbshit Cammie decided to wander down to Santa Ana for a little snack. Fucking stupid already, right? Well, he fucks up even further and gets caught sucking on someone's neck. So what does he do? Does he use the Ventrue powers of the mind to erase the guy's memory? Does he ghoul or blood bind the guy that walked in?

No. He decides it's best to embrace the guy.

Dumbshit. Seriously, how goddamn stupid do you have to be? He's a fuckin' Ventrue; ain't they normally embraced for qualities like intelligence, planning, money?

Then he shows up to the rant (Johnny couldn't be there) and picks a fight. Gets his ass kicked and staked. So now we're trying to figure out what to do with the shit stain. Do we ash him? Blood bind him? Just send him back north to the Cam?

Right now, we just hang onto him and leave his ass on ice. Johnny is really curious to see how Prince Early and the Cam react to this. Really want to see if they just write this fucktard off, or if they want to come to the table to talk about getting him back.

Why can't we all just get along?

What the hell is wrong with Johnny?

Is there a reason why other licks just don't like Johnny?

Johnny can't figure it out. Johnny must be popular enough to be put in as Baron. Johnny must be popular enough to have a gang (though Sharky has left and the Malks seem to have disappeared). So what the fuck is wrong with Johnny?

'Cause it seems that yet another Anarch gang hates Johnny Chang. Wouldn't just give away the whole of Santa Ana to this new gang, so now they are pissed. Yeah, seriously, they wanted exclusive feeding rights in the same very large city that Johnny is Baron of. Just figured it belonged to them already apparently.

What the fuck is this shit? It's been like two years Johnny has been Baron of Santa Ana and this is the first time Johnny heard of Los Reyes. And now they want total control of Santa Ana.

This is seriously fucked up and Johnny isn't really interested in fighting yet another front.

Let's see now...

The Kuei-jinn. They blew Johnny's H2 up. Seems like maybe the Korean flavor of KJ. But they still want Johnny dead.

The Sabbat. Always a fuckin' issue.

The Camarilla. Always a fuckin' issue, just not normally as deadly.

The Knights of Retribution. Want Johnny dead. Probably waiting for a public execution.

And now, Los Reyes. Bunch of cholos that somehow got embraced and now want something that Johnny was willing to share, but weren't willing to do that. No, they had to have the whole thing.

Goddamn it all to hell.

Mindcrimes?

So this new Brujah shows up on the rantlist. Goes by the name of Varg (well, now he calls himself Sigurd) and is smooth, well-spoken, and hails Odin and is a goddamn racist motherfucker.

Johnny was at first the only one to call the bastard on it; Varg slid in a comment about "mud-people" and Johnny just couldn't believe his fuckin' eyes. It got worse from there. 'Course the dumb motherfucker only put on a good act about being smart and educated; his best goddamn sources were standup comedians like Carlos Mencia. Dude, when the Mind of Mencia is your source for the social beliefs and attitudes for all Mexicans, you are ignorant beyond belief.

Anyway, the dude bailed out after about two weeks on the list and a visit to that queer Cam Midwinter gathering. So Johnny won.

But it did bring up a good question. At what point does the freedom of belief end? 'Cause shouldn't Johnny, as an Anarch, support opposing points of view? Shouldn't Johnny tell Varg that's he's wrong but Johnny'll support his right to believe as he chooses?

Fuck no.

There's a difference between free thinking and thinking shit like that. Racists act upon their thoughts, they actually do shit about their hatred of others for no good reason. And that's where it crosses the line. Their right to think as they choose has crossed into another's right to live without oppression. That's why Johnny has such a big problem with the Knights of Retribution. Okay, there are other reasons too, but after thinking about this shit for a long time, this Varg fucker kinda crystallized it for Johnny. Sure, the Knights and Varg are free to think as they choose. Sure, it's their right, it's something all Anarchs should fight for. But when those thoughts become actions that oppress others, all fuckin' bets are off. It's no different than the oppression of the Cam. And we all fight against that too, don't we?

Now that just sucked

Johnny went and bought a brand spanking fucking new Hummer H2. All the factory options. Johnny bought it Friday night.

Johnny drove it around Saturday night to the rant and on that damn wildgoose chase the goddamn Gangrel led us all on. Drove it back to the warehouse. Went outside to find it missing.

And now there are pictures of it as a burned out wreck.

Someone is going to get seriously fucked. As in ass-raped and then choked and then burned and then fed to sharks and then made to watch every televised presidential debate in all of televised history.

That goddamn thing was $72,000. That's a fuckload of money. It was supposed to be turned into the Orange County Brujah Battlewagon. With armor and machine gun and everything.

But no. Some fucker, like the KJ or the Knights of Retribution, had to go and steal and destroy it. Man the fuck up and punch Johnny in the face, don't fucking go so low as to steal a man's ride. That's straight up not cool. It's fucked up.