Just tryin' to keep the head on straight after all that Sabbat shit. Even kinda layin' low when it comes to the problems Johnny got, just tryin' to delay shit and get a chance to think.
Rosentard is still a fuckin' idiot. One day, Johnny will take care of the problem. He apparently now wants to talk the problem out? WTF? There's nothing to talk about. He's a goddamn liar and murderer of Anarchs. Piece of shit.
Abby is a good little Brujah, quite the eager beaver, but damn, her little investigation into the death of Sophia Bourne just sucked. It really didn't uncover anything, other than the Tower Power in Phoenix hates Brujah. Wow, didn't know that already.
What the hell is with this weather? The heat actually ain't too bad, since it kinda warms the skin up and makes it a little easier to pass off as still living and breathing. And it makes the girls wear less and drink more. But damn, it makes it so the number one topic of conversation is the goddamn weather. Are you kidding? That's what you talk about when you have nothing to talk about. Not your number one topic. Damn.
Anarchs seem to be popping up in New York. This Aaron Cross lick seems awful eager to learn shit, you know, trade tricks and info. Don't know shit about 'im though. Gonna need to check up on his ass before doing anything serious. Maybe a stop into New York is something to think about once the FBI shit is taken care of.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The Battle for NVA
Well, we won. For the time being.
It really was like a war. Krieger was the "general" that Johnny was reporting to, and the Cam had their own. Licks were rotated in and out when needed; when one crew started getting tired or a little too fucked up, another crew would rotate in, help out the first crew if needed, then take their place while the first one took a break and healed up and got a "snack."
It was organized and well-planned. The only thing the Sabbat really had going for them was sheer numbers, and that advantage was wiped out by Krieger and the Princes carefully organizing the rest of us in overwhelming force whenever possible.
Some of it was fucked up though. War ghouls, Tzimisce creatiions that defy words, shovelheads fucked up nearly beyond recognition and some really horrid shit. It gave Johnny nightmares, or, well, daymares and it still is. A few shots of vodka or something helps out, eases things a bit.
But holy hell it was a real genuine war, just like Iraq or something, except with fucking vampires. Okay, maybe it was something like out of Underworld or some crappy movie. But it's giving Johnny a better idea of what the hell goes through the head of someone like Uncle Remus, who's a Vietnam Vet.
It really was like a war. Krieger was the "general" that Johnny was reporting to, and the Cam had their own. Licks were rotated in and out when needed; when one crew started getting tired or a little too fucked up, another crew would rotate in, help out the first crew if needed, then take their place while the first one took a break and healed up and got a "snack."
It was organized and well-planned. The only thing the Sabbat really had going for them was sheer numbers, and that advantage was wiped out by Krieger and the Princes carefully organizing the rest of us in overwhelming force whenever possible.
Some of it was fucked up though. War ghouls, Tzimisce creatiions that defy words, shovelheads fucked up nearly beyond recognition and some really horrid shit. It gave Johnny nightmares, or, well, daymares and it still is. A few shots of vodka or something helps out, eases things a bit.
But holy hell it was a real genuine war, just like Iraq or something, except with fucking vampires. Okay, maybe it was something like out of Underworld or some crappy movie. But it's giving Johnny a better idea of what the hell goes through the head of someone like Uncle Remus, who's a Vietnam Vet.