It's kinda strange how little us Anarchs really trust each other and in turn, share with each other. Sometimes we're too goddamn paranoid for our own good. Johnny figures our best advantage is our willingness to help each other out. Sometimes that means trading tricks and disciplines as they are called.
Seriously, it's one of the edges we might actually have in the fight. How many Ventrue have super strength? How many Brujah can throw magic out there? How many Nosferatu have super speed? You know? It's that kinda thing that's our big edge, 'cause it just ain't expected from us. Let's be honest, a lot of us Anarchs are "younger" than a good many of the Tower licks. We just don't have the power in our blood to beat them at their own games. Johnny might be super fuckin' strong, but that strength ain't gonna win any arm wrestling contests with Jacen fuckin' Pompeii. You know? So we gotta be more clever than that. We gotta be more sneaky than that. We gotta be the Brujah with Dominate. The Malkavians with Potence. The Nosferatu with Presence. Throw a fuckin' curve ball or three at the Tower and see what happens. Keep them on their toes, keep them from having all the advantages, all the edges.
Yeah, there are plenty of Tower types with extra tools, but fuck man, that means at the least we gotta keep up with them. At the least, we gotta find new mixes, we gotta get more clever and sneaky. It ain't all just about being strong, tough and fast. It's the bastard you don't expect to have the tricks that we should aspire to be like.
It ain't about collecting disciplines like fuckin' baseball cards. It's about fuckin' survival. And maybe, just fuckin' maybe, even winning once in a while.
No comments:
Post a Comment