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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

Sneaking 'cross country

So it took just over a week to get across country.

See, Krieger Klein put out a Call to both Anarchs and Brujah to come help out against a Sabbat assault. How could Johnny say no?

But the problem is that Johnny is wanted by the FBI and has no cash. So Johnny had to hitchhike and sneak on buses. That was not fun at all. Fuck, but Greyhound buses smell. Not as bad as the bus stations though. Goddamn those stink. Really easy to feed and all, but when you actually have to stow in the luggage for a few hours, you really get to appreciate First Class.

So it took a little more than a week to do it. Saw some of the worst of humanity, but it's gonna be nothing compared to seeing the worst of Kindred. Trained and patrolled with Krieger earlier in the summer and tangled a time or three, but it ain't gonna be nothing like the major push they are supposedly gonna launch any night now. Gonna see the worst of us all and Johnny has gotta kill 'em, or be killed.

More trouble at home

The crap just never gets better.

So Johnny was able to figure out which girl was the one that had to have made the accusations. Turns out everything about her was fake, not just her hair color or her tits (graduation present from daddy). Her driver's license came back fake. Her Social Security number turned out to be fake. Everything we dug up, fake. Hell, her SSN turned out to link up with some middle-aged woman up north.

So we track back to the producer that fucked up. Turns out he's dead. Freshly murdered hours before we get there. Probably a damn trap too, 'cause the cops showed up minutes after Johnny and Simon did.

Gonna have to get out of town for a while, 'cause this shit is too much. Afraid that Johnny is going to have to call in that favor with Prince Gideon daVinci up north just to solve this problem and Johnny don't want to have to do that. Fuck.

C.R.E.A.M.

Gotta be honest, it's been kinda hard to live suddenly without cash.

The accounts have been essentially on lockdown because of that stupid ass court order that doesn't make any damn sense at all. Now, all the bills essentially are all taken care of, and there aren't any mortage or car payments or nothing. And not needing to actually eat certainly buts down on expenses.

But gas for an Escalade gets kinda expensive. And it's hard to buy drinks behind the velvet rope when your cards are locked down.

Thank god for not only Johnny's mad skills honed over the last few years, but also those special abilities that come from being a vampire. Damn, but the ability to manipulate mortals through their emotions or just telling 'em what to do has certainly made the last few weeks a lot easier. It's not really cool. And Johnny isn't totally comfortable making a gas station attendant open up the pump so Johnny can fill 'er up. But it's kinda like, what the hell else is Johnny supposed to do? Johnny wouldn't ever do this kinda crap unless Johnny had to. It's not like Johnny is abusing the shit out of things by stealing cars and computers and robbing banks or something. But Johnny has to get gas for the cars, and Johnny has to maintain at least some kind of appearances.

Fuck, but it's not cool at all. But until the court order is dropped and the Sabbat is driven off or killed, Johnny doesn't feel like there's any real options.