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.