Monday, June 22, 2009

Damn Sabbat

So the damn Sabbat are making serious attacks. Why? Apparently because we allow the damn Camarilla to travel through our borders to fight them in San Diego.

So the fuckers have ambushed us at least twice and managed to twist our mortal influences around to the point that they managed gang sweeps, hooker sweeps, got reporters to link Simon to bullshit, the paternity suit and got several of Johnny's girls paperwork changed to make them underage. Which they weren't.

Which of course leads to Johnny having the personal and corporate accounts being frozen. Fuck.

Gonna track those bastards down and kill 'em all.

Oh the plus side though, is the fact that all this has led to Johnny making more contacts. Like Krieger Klein, who Johnny knew. But Krieger is gonna help us all out, teaching shit like Blindfighting and Sabbat Lore so we know how to kill 'em even better.

But damn it. The fucking ATM ate Johnny's card earlier tonight. Goddamn fucking shovelheads.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Book's Party, part two

So part two is not actually about the party. It's about Tristan.

Motherfucker.

Goddamn siler-tongued bastard.

So he went and ratted out Saul, and really, the rest of the Brujah. Thought it was actually Jacen Pompeii that made the call. Actually did it to fuck over not only Jacen, but also Justicar Pascek.

Now, Johnny don't really care about all that Camarilla bullshit. But again, Tristan is all big on this brotherhood thing and HE FUCKING SOLD OUT BROTHERS!!!!

He's denying it of course. And he figured a small local Rant and Gauntlet would solve the problem. But it's not. Too many Brujah want his ass dead.

Kinda incredible how he's managed to sway the locals, turn it into an "us" versus "them" thing. A locals versus everyone else and it got them on his side. Never mind his guilt or anything, that's not important. It's just another example of the Justicar and his office hating NorCal.

Fuck them. Fuck Tristan. Fuck Rosentard. May they both die in fires. Or even better, have their fucking souls sucked out by someone far better then they are.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Prince Book's Party, part one

So first, the non-Brujah drama and shit.

Didn't close the deal. The Assbiters attacked and kidnapped an Archon and nearly wacked Petronius, the Toreawhore Justicar. Everyone was wound so fuckin' tight it was crazy. Honestly surprised they even allowed us Anarchs in, except for the fact that we've all been there before so they knew us.

Spent a lot of time with this one Ventrue chick, Sophie Lysander. If she weren't crazy or accused of killing a bunch of Anarchs (like she did that, there's no way some headcase Ventrue wacked all those Anarchs), she'd be pretty damn cool. After all, she was saying on the third night of the party that she was gonna buy Johnny a private plane. Now while that'd be cool and all, Johnny'll believe it when it shows up on the fuckin' tarmac with the Gated Community Productions logo on the tail. She did have a cool little piece of piano music that was kinda cool, ain't heard nothin' like it before. And she did interest Johnny, since she kinda ran hot and cold. Obviously flirty for a while, then Johnny had to leave for something, then would come back and she'd be the Ice Queen. Didn't get that, but it was a cool change of pace from the usual disdain or drool, you know?

What else? Let's see...talked with Prince Book and Prince Gideon DaVinci about two separate deals for things.

Oh yeah! Johnny gave Petronius one of the expensive hand-crafted Chang Wangs. He took it and said he's put it in an honored place on his night stand. Then Johnny told him that Princess Jenna knew all about the Chang Wangs, so to ask her for more information. Fuckin' epic dude! It was totally awesome. Just went up to the old queer and gave him the glass dildo. And just totally took it. Awesome. Even Prince Book said that Johnny could say proudly that "Prince Book gladly took the Chang Wang." Fuck yeah!

Now, the Brujah drama...that's another entry 'cause that's a lot of shit.

Monday, April 27, 2009

A.B.C.

There's a right fuckin' bastard Johnny is gonna take care of. Oh yeah. Always. Be. Closing.

Going to Prince Book's party

So Prince Book's big annual shindig is coming up in a few weeks now, about a month, yeah? Looks like it might suck this time around. Some fuckin' costume party Saturday night? What the fuck? Goddamn, if you are so fuckin' bored with being five hundred fuckin' years old, just lay down and take a fuckin' nap for about a hundred years and wake up and see what it's like then. 'Cause if you have to dress if stupid-ass costumes for a damn party (unless it's awesome leather/latex for an orgy/bondage/fetish party, but that's different) you're too goddamn old or you're too much of a damn loser.

About the only thing maybe interesting is that is seems like a bunch of Brujah from around the country are flyin' in to talk a lot of shit for the clan. Not exactly sure what, but Johnny'll see then, right? Plus it'll be cool to finally see the faces that belong to these damn emails Johnny been reading for a couple of years now. Might even party with some of 'em.

But other than that? Pissant Tower parties, all fluff and circumstances and pomp, but not a goddamn good time for anyone to have. Maybe if Johnny did fang it might be better, but Johnny doubts it. The kind of arrogance and conceitedness most of those bitches have is more of a turn-off than a fuckin' open herpes blister on half the mouth.

But, Johnny is goin' anyway. There is the clan shit, plus Johnny is always hoping to come across more Anarchs or borderline Tower types that can be swayed the Anarch way. And for Gated Community Productions, it was a treasure trove of "Suicide Girl" types and even a few girl next doors. So that's always good.

But Johnny might have to punch someone through the face if someone asks Johnny to dance or some fuckin' poofy thing.

Trading and sharing help

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.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Gathering support for Brazil

So Jeremy McNeil said last week that there was this new fledgeling Anarch Free State down in Brazil. So Johnny has been gathering support from the American Anarchs to be sent down to them.

So Joe Barclay is going to fly the shit down there himself and front cash and explosives. Hung Lo is gathering guns. MarKus is throwing in some cash. Sean Dempsey is putting in cash. Johnny is putting in cash. They're gonna get over three million dollars in cash and a few crates of guns and a few crates of explosives. If they can't defend themselves against the Sabbat or the Camarilla with all that shit, they don't fuckin' deserve to be Anarchs.

The odd part was Doc Probe-Ass offering up some soldiers...okay, cool. But it turns out that he's modifying these human soldiers...with that Tzimisee trick, Vississitude. Or however it's spelled. Doc is either a Tzimisee or knows some of their tricks. Considering the number of these licks in the Movement, it's enough to make everyone worried that's he's actually a Sabbat spy. But here's the damn thing; he ain't proven himself to be anything but an Anarch. He has libertas. We can't just kick him off the Anarch communications or sell him out to Tower until he's proven himself to be a Sabbat slave. Kinda like how Bear actually said something about a KJ with libertas...it's fucked up in a way, but it makes sense too. If you believe in libertas, you have to give the benefit of the doubt.

Just hope that it don't bite us all in the ass.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

So things have been pretty quiet overall for Johnny. No major incursions, done studying with Jacen Pompeii in Greece, no Camarilla problems, nothing big.

Well, okay, the Knights of Retribution and the Gangrel seem intent on killing each other and Uncle Remus managed to keep them from throwing blows, at least for now. Gonna have to wait to see what happens. Probably gonna hit the fan in the next month or so, but Johnny can't do shit about it right now.

New Year's was pretty cool, seeing a bunch of licks from all over visiting Perez and Bear's Coffee Shoppe and hanging out like we were all mortal again and not just a bunch of vampires making power plays for eternity.

For the first time in probably 15 years, Johnny thought about the family Johnny left behind. Mom, Dad, Shannon, my sister. Kinda had to leave them all behind when Johnny became a vampire, you know? The first time Johnny though of Shannon as food, Johnny knew it was time to get the fuck out and immediately. Broke my mom's heart, I just know it.

Might have to try to track them down and see what become of them. Would kinda like to know what happened to Mom.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

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.

Friday, December 26, 2008

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.