So the Aztec Death Spirit thing seems to be taken care of...mostly. Kinda suurprising no one else thought to speak to it in Spanish. Took Johnny to do that.
And the first night, the main night, of the Anarch Elysium, went well. No major problems, just a few minor things.
But then hit Sunday night. Bombs were dropped. The Hound is Brer Bear's daddy. The Hound was working for some Ventrue that is claiming Praxis over Huntington Beach. They kidnapped Perez, Consuela, Simon and a bunch of others. Perez and Consuela were returned, by the efforts of Bear and Mateo, but Johnny don't know how. And later in the week, Bear turned to the Tower and betrayed us all.
But Simon is kidnapped. And everyone seems to be more concerned with hugging it out. What the fuck has gone wrong? Remus and Barclay should be at the front of it all, gearing up for war, ready to burn HB down to reclaim our brothers and retake our land. But instead, they're accusing Johnny of being their biggest worry, that Johnny is more dangerous than the diablerist fuck the Hound. Instead, they are trying to talk this shit out.
What the hell? What's wrong with them? Johnny don't want war. Johnny don't want to have kill anyone, let alone be responsible for the deaths of other Anarchs. But they declared war on us first. Johnny really don't see much of an alternative to war. They won't just leave because we ask real nice. They won't give us back Simon or the other brothers and sisters without demanding something in return.
And Johnny will be damned if Simon goes to France to the Ventrue Summer Camp and gets all brainwashed and shit. He's better off dead than brainwashed.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
A bit late...
It's a bit late, but Stevie, you're gonna get it. Your mouth has written checks that your body ain't gonna be able to cash and Johnny gonna be the one to rip you apart.
Oh, and it looks like a bunch of licks are comin' in for Bear's Big Bash. Even some Anarchs from Florida, so that should be very cool.
Back to work.
Oh, and it looks like a bunch of licks are comin' in for Bear's Big Bash. Even some Anarchs from Florida, so that should be very cool.
Back to work.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
The Hound Again
So not only is the damn Aztec death spirit thing back, but so is the Hound. What the hell is going on 'round here anymore? Damn freaky magic woojy shit happening 'round here too often.
So the Death spirit fucked us directly now, "killing" one of Victor's personalities and maybe killing Keller...but Hertzog is back from the dead and skinriding Keller's body. That's ten times fucked up as it is. Really don't know how to deal with that. Hertzog is back. Johnny was part of the crew that tried to kill the old bastard. Didn't actually, 'cause he jacked up Johnny's brain real bad, but Johnny was a part of that. And now he's all, like, peaceful and shit. WTF?
But Galloway climbed out of her cave and showed up. And come to find out, she's been having dreams about The Hound. Dude with a scared face, blue celtic type tattoos, the who fuckin' thing. He still has Candy.
Oh, and need to find that piece of shit KJ that set Johnny up with the FBI..
So the Death spirit fucked us directly now, "killing" one of Victor's personalities and maybe killing Keller...but Hertzog is back from the dead and skinriding Keller's body. That's ten times fucked up as it is. Really don't know how to deal with that. Hertzog is back. Johnny was part of the crew that tried to kill the old bastard. Didn't actually, 'cause he jacked up Johnny's brain real bad, but Johnny was a part of that. And now he's all, like, peaceful and shit. WTF?
But Galloway climbed out of her cave and showed up. And come to find out, she's been having dreams about The Hound. Dude with a scared face, blue celtic type tattoos, the who fuckin' thing. He still has Candy.
Oh, and need to find that piece of shit KJ that set Johnny up with the FBI..
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Why must so many Anarchs be retards?
Seriously, why?
A bunch of the Anarchs out in the Midwest are fucking retarded. Bitchin' and moanin' about stupid ass shit. Apparently can't get organized for crap, and then they let Garrett fucking Dannington become Baron.
What the fuck?
The dude just flipped a few weeks ago, and he's already Baron. How jacked up does your local Movement have to be for that to happen?
Not to mention dumbasses hiring Assamites to kill Cammies. Stupid shit. Either do it yourself, or cover the trail so damn well that it can't be traced back to you. But no, they can't even pull that shit off.
Fuck. It really makes Johnny angry to see such stupidity in fellow Anarchs.
A bunch of the Anarchs out in the Midwest are fucking retarded. Bitchin' and moanin' about stupid ass shit. Apparently can't get organized for crap, and then they let Garrett fucking Dannington become Baron.
What the fuck?
The dude just flipped a few weeks ago, and he's already Baron. How jacked up does your local Movement have to be for that to happen?
Not to mention dumbasses hiring Assamites to kill Cammies. Stupid shit. Either do it yourself, or cover the trail so damn well that it can't be traced back to you. But no, they can't even pull that shit off.
Fuck. It really makes Johnny angry to see such stupidity in fellow Anarchs.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Dia de los Muertos
Holy shit.
What the fuck happened?
So Johnny wakes up in some strange world. Like a weird movie set or something. The bedroom of this house, but not the whole house, was a safe house that Johnny stayed with Candy about a week before she got sucked down. Turned out one of the dudes from Riverside, that biker ganger dude, and Creeper were in the house too. But we weren't really us. Creeper, as fugly a Nos as there is, looked damn human and normal. And Johnny looked kinda fucked up, like Johnny was on the verge of losing to the Beast or something.
Turned out a lot of the locals were around. Barclay, who's looked kinda rough and nearly no longer human, looked like he was still alive and shit. It was fucking weird. Some kind of alternate dimension kind of thing. And we seemed to be trapped by some kind of ancient death spirit or some fucking thing. Never even got to go face to face with the little bastard. Oh, and using powerz wasn't so smart. Since we weren't really there, our powerz that used blood were extra hard to use.
Candy was there. She was barely hanging on, but she was there. Johnny had to bring her...essense? into Johnny. She was, like, inside Johnny. Johnny thought she was safe, that when we all figured out how to get ourselves back, she'd be able to come with us, with Johnny, but it wasn't to be.
We managed to save nearly all the souls that were trapped with us...they were like fruits or something. Or that's how they looked anyway. And when we managed to make our way through the tree, back into, well, reality, they all went their own way. They all went on to wherever they were supposed to go. Not Candy. She somehow had escaped the Hound and she went back to him. First time since she was taken that Johnny needed to cry. That's over 25 years and not a single tear. Until that night. Johnny's just glad to have woken up alone.
But one of the souls was Ed...the porn producer that got murdered? Yeah. Turns out he saw who killed him. Johnny's little KJ enemy for years now. He's the one that set Johnny up with all the FBI shit.
Gonna turn everything towards catching that bastard, hurting him a bit, then making him swear he's never coming back to America. Then putting him on a fucking plane and making him leave, forever.
And when that's done? Time to finally go after the Hound. Whatever happens, happens.
What the fuck happened?
So Johnny wakes up in some strange world. Like a weird movie set or something. The bedroom of this house, but not the whole house, was a safe house that Johnny stayed with Candy about a week before she got sucked down. Turned out one of the dudes from Riverside, that biker ganger dude, and Creeper were in the house too. But we weren't really us. Creeper, as fugly a Nos as there is, looked damn human and normal. And Johnny looked kinda fucked up, like Johnny was on the verge of losing to the Beast or something.
Turned out a lot of the locals were around. Barclay, who's looked kinda rough and nearly no longer human, looked like he was still alive and shit. It was fucking weird. Some kind of alternate dimension kind of thing. And we seemed to be trapped by some kind of ancient death spirit or some fucking thing. Never even got to go face to face with the little bastard. Oh, and using powerz wasn't so smart. Since we weren't really there, our powerz that used blood were extra hard to use.
Candy was there. She was barely hanging on, but she was there. Johnny had to bring her...essense? into Johnny. She was, like, inside Johnny. Johnny thought she was safe, that when we all figured out how to get ourselves back, she'd be able to come with us, with Johnny, but it wasn't to be.
We managed to save nearly all the souls that were trapped with us...they were like fruits or something. Or that's how they looked anyway. And when we managed to make our way through the tree, back into, well, reality, they all went their own way. They all went on to wherever they were supposed to go. Not Candy. She somehow had escaped the Hound and she went back to him. First time since she was taken that Johnny needed to cry. That's over 25 years and not a single tear. Until that night. Johnny's just glad to have woken up alone.
But one of the souls was Ed...the porn producer that got murdered? Yeah. Turns out he saw who killed him. Johnny's little KJ enemy for years now. He's the one that set Johnny up with all the FBI shit.
Gonna turn everything towards catching that bastard, hurting him a bit, then making him swear he's never coming back to America. Then putting him on a fucking plane and making him leave, forever.
And when that's done? Time to finally go after the Hound. Whatever happens, happens.
No more photos
No pictures. Sucks, but it's part of trying to get the FBI off Johnny's back...it might be nice to have access to the cash flow just in time for Christmas...er, make that, Christmas parties.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Uh oh...
Um...yeah...been hearing the voice of Candy, my sire...felt my heart beat for the first time in 30 years...kinda freakin' out here...
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Just can't catch a break
Johnny is starting to wonder what the hell is going on. Seriously, does someone have it out for Johnny, someone that can really hide in the shadows and manipulate shit? Or is Johnny just fucking cursed? Like, did Johnny accidentally jizz in some gypsy's tea or something?
So Skye, this raging flaming queer Toreador throws a little party out in Riverside. Amira, the Settite trying to help Johnny out with the FBI problems, says that Skye has hook-ups with the drug trade and would be great in getting a patsy. Johnny works out a deal with him, it all seems good. Then something happens, that Malk Worthington does something, and Skye flips out. Has a nervous breakdown. Even tries to kill himself by drinking one of his weird wine concotions. He even fucking starts to cry real fucking tears.
Not blood tears. Real ones. Like out of salt and water.
So yeah, Johnny is thinking that the deal is probably thrown out which really fucking sucks.
Apparently there is some sort of Aztec death spirit that's fucking shit up in the OC, taking the souls of the poor mortals that some stupid licks are accidentally draining dry. Just in time for Halloween. Just fucking awesome.
Oh, and Johnny's dead sire gave Johnny a phone call. Yup. Oh, and Johnny's heart started beating while she was talking. Really.
Was a really awesome night in Riverside. Just can't fucking wait to go out there again.
So Skye, this raging flaming queer Toreador throws a little party out in Riverside. Amira, the Settite trying to help Johnny out with the FBI problems, says that Skye has hook-ups with the drug trade and would be great in getting a patsy. Johnny works out a deal with him, it all seems good. Then something happens, that Malk Worthington does something, and Skye flips out. Has a nervous breakdown. Even tries to kill himself by drinking one of his weird wine concotions. He even fucking starts to cry real fucking tears.
Not blood tears. Real ones. Like out of salt and water.
So yeah, Johnny is thinking that the deal is probably thrown out which really fucking sucks.
Apparently there is some sort of Aztec death spirit that's fucking shit up in the OC, taking the souls of the poor mortals that some stupid licks are accidentally draining dry. Just in time for Halloween. Just fucking awesome.
Oh, and Johnny's dead sire gave Johnny a phone call. Yup. Oh, and Johnny's heart started beating while she was talking. Really.
Was a really awesome night in Riverside. Just can't fucking wait to go out there again.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Assorted Thoughts
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.
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.
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.