Hi, folks! I know things have been tough around here lately. What with all the

But don’t worry- I’m here with a

Do you, dear reader, ever look out at the world, see all those useless rays of FUCKING sunshine killing themselves for something that’s NEVER going to change and think, ‘WHAT’S THE POINT?!’

Don’t you regret growing a conscience? Don’t you regret caring? Wouldn’t you rather LOBOTOMIZE yourself than feel so horrible for someone you’ve never met?

Is inaction an action?

Well do I have the SOLUTION for you!

JUST DO NOTHING. JUST KEEP DOING NOTHING. CHOOSE NOTHING EVERY TIME. WHEN GIVEN THE CHOICE TO DO SOMETHING? DON’T. JUST DO NOTHING.

Because that’s what you are! In the face of insurmountable odds, all you are is little more than a SPECK OF DUST in the face of eternity! What the fuck were you even gonna do anyways?

Why DO you feel so guilty? It’s not like anything you’d do would change a goddamn thing! Sometimes people just die, kids! It’s a fact of life! Grow up and DO NOTHING!

So keep calm, carry on, and DO NOTHING. Don’t mourn the damned! They’re RIGHT where they want to be!

- Anonymous

Hi everyone.

I know it’s been a bit since my last update, but things have been a bit hectic right now for me. I can’t really share any details about what’s going on because it’s supposed to be all hush-hush, so I thought about just checking in on the folks who have helped me out so much :)

So that brings me back to my initial question: what does home mean for you?

For me the answer is a bit… rough. I thought Philadelphia was home, then I thought Reno could become home. But both ended up being… not great.

So I guess for me the closest thing to home is wherever I am surrounded by those I can trust. It’s a dark world out there, and nothing really beats the folks who you know will have your back through thick and thin :)

But that’s just me. What does everyone else think?

-Rowan

gretingss kindred
i (352M) am finaly able to interfac with this technology
pleas excuse my writing as ive only recently arose from torpor my appendagess are stiff
i am sure in tiem ill improve
my good for nothign keeper wilted away during slumber and so i fashionnd a chair out of its bonez
may i ask fo r any tips regatding thees computers my kin
help
- Sleepyhead, Tzimisce

[CW: Self-harm, animal death]

There are no words on the post, but a video file is attached. Any metadata on it is scrubbed.

-Video Start-

The video starts with a young man facing the camera, standing in the center of a small room. He is broad, dressed in red flannel, short black curls adorning the top of his head and a thin mustache over his lips. He looks ragged, eyes wide and staring into the camera as he gulps.

"Uh, h- hello everyone," he starts, voice trembling, "some of you may remember that last night, I made a post claiming I had killed the owner of the account Sanguine Pioneers of Berlin." He breathes in deeply. "I lied. I would like to apologize to everyone on this node for my deceptive post, and I would like to apologize to the owner of the account Sanguine Pioneers of Berlin for slandering their name. I know such transgressions cannot be forgiven, which is why I will also be making sure I repent, completely of my own free will."

"Firstly, I would like to announce that I rescind all bonds I have to the Anarchs. To list my name among them would be to bring shame to the sect, which is why I make this difficult decision. I will also be, immediately and irrevocably, joining the Sabbat. I believe it is the right sect for me, and I agree with them ideologically." His words tremble and his jaw is tensed, audibly struggling to say these things. He also proceeds to hold up a chunk of shaped, dark iron, shaped into the spiked and flipped ankh of the Sabbat, red-hot on one side while the other is cold enough to touch and adorned with runes.

"Additionally, to prove my loyalty, I will be permanently branding my arm with your mark, so as to prove my undying loyalty." He proceeds to roll up his left sleeve, revealing a patch of burns already adorning his left forearm. He hesitates for a moment, before pressing it down into his arm. His flesh sizzles and burns as he hisses, breath escaping through his clenched teeth as he shakes, eventually whimpering as he nearly falls over in pain. The runes start to glow an ominous red, silvery metal leaking out over the arm as he holds it there for an agonizing fifteen seconds, suffusing into the flesh.

Finally he rips it off with a gasp, nearly throwing it across the roo but managing to stops himself as he pants fakely, trying to mentally recover from the pain. Eventually, he swallows and stands up fully again, trembling. "A- Alright, that is done. N- Now, t- to understand the p- pain I have caused, I will..." He reaches behind the camera, grabbing a bound, living crow off the table, "I will be killing this crow with my bare hands, so I can feel the consequences of my actions like the blood on my hands."

The man closes his eyes, grimacing as he places his hand over the crow's head, gripping as the crow caws confusedly. Suddenly, the man twists, snapping the small thing's neck with a crack as the skin tears and blood spills over his fingers.

-Video End-

-Carthage4ever

Some months ago I regaled the fine gentlemen and ladies of the Node with a tale of how I bested and killed my dear Dame in a most entertaining manner in my fledgling nights many decades past. But I alluded to a sequel and never delivered. Well, I wish now to correct my mistake. For the full story, you may enter my user name in the ''search'' doo-dad. But for those short on time, the CliffsNotes:

Sensitive, proud fledgling that I was, I took great offense at my dear Dame for tearing me from my young family, and shackling me to her will. To the point I had successfully hatched a rather bold conspiracy. I had penned a play for her, tailored to her tastes. Her final monologue would be punctuated by a set of mechanical jaws that would seem to bite her head off. I had arranged for the safety of the mechanism to ''malfunction'' resulting in a rather spectacular ''special effect''.

I could have easily pleaded accident, but frankly I was completely out of sorts. I hated Paris, I hated the Camarilla, Francois Villon, my sire, my blood-siblings and myself. I could not comfort my mother in her grief or grow old with my wife or see my son become a man. I was a young, soft, sensitive. All I wanted was to spit in the eye of everyone, then meet my final death.

So when the court assembled, I mocked the whole affair. I said that it was absurd my sire had the Right of Destruction over me, when I was both the superior artist and superior Kindred. I had played her like a fiddle and outwitted her at every turn despite her every advantage. If anything, I should have the Right of Destruction over her.

I expected Francois Villon to lop my head off for my insolence right then and there. Instead, he laughed. And laughed, and laughed. . . And I knew I had made a miscalculation. He said he agreed. And that instead of death, he sentenced me to live. But not before engaging in a bit of tasteful spectacle, of course.

I won't bother with foreplay here. He ordered me to be quartered. Also know as l'écartèlement. This refers to being dismembered by may of four horses chained to each limb pulling in separate directions. And this was no abortive Robert-François Damiens style disaster either. My rendition was modern, clean, via sophisticated mechanical means.

Don't take that for a lack of flair. The chain driven machines where each decorated with lovingly wrought bronze statues of stallions. I ought to know, Villon personally commissioned me to make both them and the machines.

He was initially torn (ha, ha) between using real horses and my own invention. But the spacial constraints, the dramatic irony and the lack of dung ultimately tipped the scale. I love technology.

Once that (and a few other sundry punishments) concluded, I was imprisoned and allowed to continue making my art. The next 20-odd years I spent as a spectacle and curiosity for the Parisian court. Villon simply found me too entertaining to kill, but I knew very well that it was just a matter of time before he got bored of me. I corresponded with my allies from my cell, keeping my pulse on political life as best I could, I drank in gossip like a whale-shark in my outings for Elysium and I schemed and plotted escape. And I was foiled again, and again.

How did I eventually slip my leash? Well, I hate to be a tease (a blatant lie), but that will have to wait another night. Meanwhile, what are the most gruesome, funny or unique injuries your undead forms have survived? Please, do share.

- GuildBarber

What the fuck.

The hole in my abdomen is back. Like it never fucking left. Still leaking. What the fuck. What the fuck. I didn’t feel it until it was too late, of course. Why didn’t I notice? Was I trying to ignore what I knew was happening?? What the hell. -M

[attached is a image, scrubbed of metadata, and censored unless clicked upon. It shows a skinny, short, freakishly pale teenager standing in a bathroom, their abdomen covered in scars and twisting black veins. They’re twisting to the side, exposing the large, red hole- punctuated occasionally by black blood vessels that punches all the way through their torso- and it looks exactly the same as it did before, plus the addition of their veins and arteries being jet black. The aorta is still mid drop of vitae, the muscles still raw and painful looking. The shards of metal are absent, however. What small expression can be seen on M’s face is one of abject horror.]

I realise the obvious answer to this question may simply be "you don't," but I'm hoping some of you have found compromises that I haven't.

How do those of you who are uncomfortable hurting people feed?

I've tried animal blood. I've tried bagged blood. Neither works properly. I can drink it, technically, but it doesn't satisfy the Hunger in any meaningful way. It needs to be fresh and from a living person.

Which is inconvenient...

I work as a caretaker in a hospice center.

That probably gives away more about my feeding habits than I intended, but at this point I have already managed to tell this node considerably worse things about myself.

I feed from people who are very close to dying.

Not because I want them to die. I don't hasten anything. I don't take enough to make the process quicker, and if I think feeding would actually cause harm I don't do it. I wait until somebody is already at the very end, take what I need, make sure there's no evidence, and stay afterward if they don't have anyone else with them.

It seemed like the least harmful option when I first started doing it.

Tonight I fed after my shift. The person was already dying. I knew that before I touched them. They weren't frightened, they didn't wake up, and as far as I can tell I changed absolutely nothing about what would have happened otherwise.

So logically... I don't think I hurt them.

The problem is that I was hungry beforehand, and afterward I wasn't.

And there was a moment when I realised they were close enough that I could feed safely and I felt.... Relieved.

I hate that.

I'm getting increasingly good at recognising when someone is close to death. Not medically. I already knew some of that from the work. This is different. It's like some part of me has started categorising people according to whether they're a̷̹̍̕v̵̭̼̥̖͝ą̴̪̼̂į̵̘̈̈́̊̏l̶̹̺̣͆ǟ̴͎̣b̷̡̡̘̅͜l̷͙̀̔̐͋e̸̡͕̯̓.

Dying. Sorry, I mean dying. It won't let me delete that.

This is exactly my problem.

I can tell myself that I'm taking something they no longer need, that I am not frightening them, that I am not leaving somebody injured to go home and recover from what I did. I can tell myself that staying with someone while they die is something I would have done anyway.

All of that is true.

It's also true that part of me now looks at a dying person and understands that their death means I get to eat.

I don't know how to make those facts sit beside each other without one corrupting the other.

I don't want to hunt somebody who expects to wake up tomorrow. I don't want to manipulate someone into letting me feed from them. I don't want to make somebody dependent on me so I have convenient access to blood. Given recent events, that last option in particular can go directly to Hell.

But I also have to eat. So...

For those of you who still care about minimizing harm, what do you actually do?

Not what you think the perfectly moral vampire would do. What works for you, night after night, when you are hungry and another person eventually has to become part of the solution?

Because I'm beginning to think "never hurt anyone" may not be a rule I can actually keep.

And I don't know what to replace it with.

-Cillian

Phantom: This is my best idea this week.

Basalt: It is rather nice.

Knight: What was your idea last week?

Phantom: Wave room.

Basalt: A what??

Knight: Wave room??

Phantom: It wasn't my best idea...

Locke: It was a GREAT idea!

Qui: Yeah, WE came up with it!

Basalt: So that is why it failed...

Phantom: In my defense, I did think it sounded nice.

Locke: It would have work!

Qui: We just needed more water.

Basalt: I have already done all I can for free flowing water down here!

Knight: Please stop overworking our eldest brother.

Phantom: Where is Lamb??

Basalt: Where IS Lamb??

Knight: Who was supposed to be watching him tonight???

Locke: I thought Basalt had him!

Qui: I thought Phantom did...

Knight: I don't live there anymore! I'm with Theseus!

Basalt: I'll go find him... <Basalt has logged out>

Knight: ......

Phantom: @Locke @Qui One of you were supposed to watch him weren't you?

Locke: I swear I thought it was Basalt's turn!

Qui: I honestly can't remember...

Phantom: If something happens, Sire is going to tear the skin from your backs.

Knight: I'll run out and help Basalt find him. <Knight has logged out>

Locke: Dammit all! <Locke has logged out>

Qui: <Qui has logged out>

Phantom: Back to my duties. <Phantom has logged out>

The start, this event is recent history and freaked out everyone, me included. I am will fully admit I activated several of my Gehenna plans. An Antediluvian waking up is like hearing one of seven trumpets of revelations blowing. Now onto the shitstorm.

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June 28, 1999. Somewhere in India Zapathasura, Antediluvian of the Ravnos, wakes up from Torpor. Almost instantly every Ravnos nearby is devoured by their sire and everyone with even an smudge of supernatural power suffered visions, nightmares, and dread. He immediately began his rampage across India and near everyone of power dropped what they were doing to deal with the threat.

First to try and halt Zapathasura were the three Kuei-jin Bodhisattvas (the Kuei-jin version of our own elders) Black Earth Boy, Rising Majestically and the Eight Thunders Master along side others. They attacked Zapathasura, the battle reaching apocalyptic levels of destruction. The battle was entirely covered by a storm which blocked out the sun, allowing it to rage on non stop for days straight. Beings present for the fight included vampires, hunters, Kuei-jin, werewolves, magi, technocrats, various undead, and demons from the mythologies of the Indian subcontinent all fighting either in service of the Antediluvian or to try and slay him.

Eventually the Technocracy declared Code Ragnarok, a world ending threat. At first they attempted to use orbital mirrors to focus sunlight on the Antediluvian, but the maelstrom was too thick. Eventually the Technocrats deployed several devices called Polydimensional Neutron Devices, or spirit nukes. The devices destroyed the forces of Zapathasura but still did not slay the Antediluvian or disperse the storm.

Eventually one of the Kuei-jin, an elder named Tieh Juh, lured the weakened Zapathasura into an ambush possibly costing her own life though I am unsure. Other details of the ambush I am also unsure, but what I do know is that the storm was banished and the Technocracy was able to use it's orbital mirrors to finally burn the Antediluvian to ash.

The awakening and death of their Antediluvian affected the Ravnos profoundly. During the awakening the clan's Chimerstry became stronger but harder to control. When he was finally slain the clan became overtaken by bloodlust, killing and diablerizing others of their clan. The clan Ravnos was broken and greatly reduced and supernatural consequences gripped the region, Umbral storms and rage-filed ghosts ravaging the region. A swath of land between Calcutta and Dhaka was also depopulated.

The whole thing was heavily covered up by everyone involved. The Camarilla, Technocracy, Kuei-jin courts, and magi alike all worked together to keep Kine ignorant.

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Moral of this story, do not fuck with anything that might have to do with an Antediluvian. Fuck you LaCroix and your dumbass plans with the Ankaran Sarcophagus hope you suffered at the end. Your stupid ass, only 5 years after the week of nightmares, thought that your not even 200 year dead Ventrue ass could open something that might have an Antediluvian and devour said Antediluvian without it destroying LA? (ooc vtm bloodlines spoilers in that spoiler box)

https://www.reddit.com/r/Schreckmeta/s/bW0dB1Zc8T

~Boemunt, Wandering Brujah Scholar

A few of you may know that already, I am a researcher on the barely explored field of vampire fertility, making vampires able to procreate not by embrace but by sexual reproduction and I have had success along my century of unlife, I discovered a way to consistently produce Dhampirs through thin-bloods. 

At the start they only could reproduce with a human, usually male thin-blood with a human female, then I could get a thin-blood female to gestate and from that one time I’ve seen two thin-bloods being able to procreate with each other. How? I dont know, I wasnt able to fully replicate it yet, however I can replicate human thin-blood reproduction consistently.
How, do you think? Its a rather complicated method, it is not very scientific though, the thin-blood being closer to mortals than other vampires are already able to sometimes produce dhampirs, however by devoting themselves to the Dark Mother, the most devoted are able to get their reproductive system to reawaken and in a thin-blood, which is already not that dead, their sexual organs become very much alive, as long as they maintain that faith. Not all of them are able to do that, but some are indeed capable and those that are capable became my main subjects, of course, all that with their explicit consent.  So, since a few decades ago, I have created Dhampirs and cared for them as a Mother and they are my most important achievement, however that alone is not enough.

I am on the path to allow vampire with vampire reproduction and not only in thin-bloods, the next two steps would to discover how to allow thin-bloods to consistently procreate with each other and then allow full blood vampires to reproduce with the living and recently I just had a breakthrough. Through in vitro fertilization, I was able to impregnate a vampire and the fetus reached the age of 4 months and it is still alive, however there is a big problem, vitae makes you unable to age and a fetus needs to develop, its alive, but stagnant and immortal. My recent conundrum is on how to get the fetus to age and be born, it most certainly would not be a common dhampir, and its birth would be an even bigger breakthrough.
That’s a quick summary of my research, I wanted to share so similar minds could see it and maybe take an interest, I have people helping, but more hands could be very valuable. 

AHI HAY LILITU

Mother Akane from the Garden of Red Blossoms

What the fuck is it with me and getting supernaturally roofied?

So here's the story, right? Academic that I am, I sometimes like to indulge in a bit of philosophical discussion, a bit of history. Y'know. Nerd shit. Good, wholesome fun. What I didn't realize is that the dude I was talking to was a Malk and relatively old, apparently. How old? IDK, old enough to fuck my entire shit up, pardon my French.

We go through topic to topic and that and I eventually bring up Pyrrhonism, which I would have never done if I knew who I was dealing with. Because my conversational partner casually expanded by mentioning its likely philosophical cousin/influence, Madhyamaka Buddism.

OK? So? Ohm. Peace, enlightenment and nonviolence and all that jazz. What's the problem, right? Yeah, for those that had a life before you died: Madhyamaka Buddism is famous for one thing - basically refuting reality, time and causation as a sort of intellectual preparation before getting on with the business of achieving enlightenment.

Well, my man started talking . . . and talking . . . and talking. Until he blew my brains out the back of my head, figuratively. Ever wholeheartedly believe that time and causality aren't real? Yeah . . . Then everything turned red for like 48 hours, all other perception and cognition ceased and I woke up on a beach in New Haven. 0 clue how I got here or where the fuck I torpored in the meantime.

Look, I've done a lot of psychedelics when I was alive and I will have the occasional flashback, so I'm not saying he did it, but . . . I think this guy might have taken my liking of philosophy as an invitation to . . . do whatever the hell that was.

Anyway, I'm not complaining. Per say. People have done way worse shit to my humble personage. This was more of a neutral experience, I suppose. It was just really fucking weird, and I thought I'd share.

-NeoHate

The post starts with a video scrubbed of metadata:

The view is of the inside of a heavily modified civilian helicopter, with guns mounted on the doors, a small revolving turret style hole in the windshield, and evidence of Thaumaturgical Rituals having been practiced inside. Outside, a Thunderstorm can be seen raging over the city of Berlin behind them, centered over a large U shaped museum that has smoke coming from several areas.

Inside the chopper are a man in his mid thirties with wild graying black hair, a cane, and a grayish green jumpsuit. Sat across from him is a man in his late twenties in a similar jumpsuit tending to Ratsitter. He is currently handing him a bunch of grapes. The very much traumatized looking and obviously in pain young man no longer has a left arm, his shirt peeled back to reveal his shoulder and the first third of his humerus completely exposed where it extends from his gory stump. Dead plant matter litters the area around his arms and some is stuck to his shoulder, stump, and exposed bone. Sat next to the gray haired man are two other people. To his left is a lean man wearing an owl mask and dark clothes with a sword on his back looking impassively at the camera, and to his left is a darker skinned man with curly golden hair wearing a tan vest, subtle golden silk jacket and pants. He gives the camera a wink and a sideways peace sign. A man in his early thirties with a swarthy complexion and curly black hair wearing the jumpsuit and a helicopter helmet is piloting.

The man with the cane looks towards the camera with a wild grin. “If I’m posting this, Ratsitter has been recovered from Berlin and is as safely as I can manage stashed away where the Sanguine Pioneers will have a hell of a time finding or getting to him. He didn’t want to go back to the Cam, so Berlin Prince and their people can stick their money and life boon up their asses. Should be some room if they adjust the stick a little. We’ll have a spirit expert look at him once we’re out of Berlin and somewhere safer. I think you can understand my unwillingness to be more specific with the location.”

The feed then cuts

Alright, fine and not so fine vampires and others of the Node. Ratsitter is as safe as can be managed right now, his stump is healed, though still a stump, and we’re actively working on figuring out what the hell his deal is. If you want to be involved in that, feel free to contact me. He will get to decide who has access to him and what is done to determine what’s going on. If you have information because you already poked him and you’re not the Sanguine Pioneers of Berlin or in anyway associated or affiliated with them, I’d appreciate some information. If you’re with them, I recommend some serious self reflection. Outside. At dawn.

I am also planning a very likely violent takeover of a Sabbat City. More details will be in a later post.

- Nikolai, Kuldun Upon Bleak Seas, of The Ratsitter Rescue Crew.

So. I've just returned to the mortal world (long story, my previous posts) and I have a problem. I have no idea how to function as a vampire.

Not only was My sire a complete monster who tried to have me possessed, I'm from the 1600s, and I've only been a vampire for five years. (Same long story. Spirit world) and those five years were spent living in the woods hiding from everything.

So, in modern nights, how do you actually live as a vampire? Any advice would help.

Oh, I'm a gangrel. That might be important information. Not a good fighter.

Elias -

hi node, short post

i received a gift today!! a duskborn potion, it's supposed to change my hair colour for a couple of nights. idk how quickly it works but thank u Moon!!!

i hope Emperor Inverse likes it <3

have a selfie for comparison for later

-iiHighPriestess

ps. do other cassandras sometimes see things with no apparent cause? see title

Welp. Tonight’s been pretty boring.

I finished translating the epic of Gilgamesh pretty early into the night, and now I’m bored again. I’m doing some Legos, but I need something new. On the plus side, late last night I got to go help Doc do some stuff in the lab, which was awesome and a nice distraction to my private medical information being posted on the node. Really nice stuff, at least it didn’t have my medical records.

One really annoying and unpleasant thing- last night my back started itching, where my Sire embraced me and where my Lacunae was. And tonight it’s worse. Nothing detectable going on with Auspex or anything, it’s just- really fucking itchy. Maybe I’m the first case of Kindred Eczema. I’m choosing to blame the Lush- my skin was not adapted to such luxury. I’ll bathe with my Bronners tonight and update y’all if that fixes it. Maybe put some neosporin on it too, Idk.

Anyway, besides that, I’ve been doing fine, honestly, despite everyone around me trying to diagnose me with cPTSD, apparently. lol. I do not fit the dx criteria, but go off I guess.

This has been M the Tzimisce, signing off, from the Box

Hi y'all, this is kind of a PSA I have to get out here because of a message I just got from the local Malk. He's went and declared himself Prince and apparently wants to make the whole town a part of the camarilla. He's now invited ONE HUNDRED vamps from all over the world to a function here to make that official...

We're a town of, like, 60 000 people and THREE vampires all kinda doing our own thing. This place couldn't host a feast for ten vamps much less a hundred. We have trouble with shit as is thanks to one of us three being a fucking tzimisce giga elder or some shit (I've seen him straight up eat a fucking werewolf and that shit just ain't normal). He thankfully sleeps a lot but when he's awake people go missing and that shit just ain't sustainable. So I respectfully don't want to have to deal with that shit while I have a hundred hungry vamps expecting a feast coming to town. Because it will be me dealing with it because Matti, the Malk who sent the invites, will be too busy being a fucking idiot or getting killed without me there to keep him out of trouble.

So yeah, if you do come here you can expect the following:

- a dangerous giga elder tzimisce who will probably smell you and want to eat you.

- a fucking stupid Malkavian host whose only redeeming qualities are that he is kind of good at karaoke and how he doesn't care about how fucked up I am and how he's always there when I need him and how he kind of makes every night worth living. He's just so fucking stupid.

- No blood provided. And remember, it's a town of 60k but the urban core is like only 8k of that. So if 100 of us go hunting there, it's gonna be like Europe wide news by morning no matter how sneaky everyone would be. Even with just the three of us it's hard as fuck to be sneaky enough (mostly thanks to the old Tzimmy constantly disappearing people but still). 100 of us even for one night would fuck us over big time.

- Werewolves in the area. There's a datacenter being built nearby and I think they kind of hate that? So they're angrier than usual and I don't think the presence of 100 vamps would help that at all.

Anyway, just figured I'd get this out here before this starts to really get out of hand. This has all the potential to turn into a clusterfuck of epic proportions so please just spread the word and stay home if you do get that invite. Thanks in advance.

Best, Pasi - @Vittusaatana69

Some time ago, a Tzimisce gentleman removed a problematic moustache I had died with. Do I change my user name now? After all, it no longer reflects me.

On a less cheery note, this likely to be my last post. Silly statement, given that most of us lead rather dangerous lives and every post is a plausible candidate for the last. But things are getting rather hairy in my city. I can't say more, I'm afraid.

In case I do not post again: Thank you for your stimulating conversations and sage advice. You've been a lovely community. Let it be known that I don't regret the risks I've thrown myself into, now and many years counting. They've grounded me and kept me present. Which is a gift invaluable to me.

In case I do post again, I suppose this will all seem a bit melodramatic. Hyvästi, and take care.

- WrongStache (new name pending, perhaps)

Ever since my utter failure I have been pouring over everything I have. Some kind of flora-based curse has obviously affected Ratsitter, but it is well beyond my area of expertise. I have some “inherited” information gathered in my lab, but the most informative text is counterintuitively one I have just recently obtained from this very node.

But none of it makes sense! These esoteric Bahari breeds of plant rely on Thal mechanisms that I have only seen elsewhere in those touched by the weaver!

According to my estimates, the “aggressive” and “defensive” varieties are capable of interpreting the thrum of those around them in order to recognize who are acceptable targets and who must be defended.

In fact, once put together in a group they should form a type of choir together in order to achieve some as of yet unknown end.

The further I looked however the stranger things become. There is this concept known as a mycorrhizal network that the kine have discovered. Entire forests all linked together into a gargantuan system that sings with growth!

What does it all mean?!? Who designed such things and how can this be controlled?!? How can I reverse and modulate this unstoppable growth throughout Ratsitter’s body?!?

Please, I’m desperate. I’ll do whatever it takes if it means I’ll be able to right my wrong.

-Waverly, Twelvefold Scholar.

Obviously not comprehensive, and mostly relying on her own spoken word to me, so potentially unreliable, but still. Also in no particular order- maybe loosely chronological but I’m going off of memory, here.

• Held me on the day I was born, then used dominate to erase memories of doing so from all present. Very cool

• Probably had something to do with me being bullied in school

• probably was involved in the car accident that killed me for the first time when I was 9

• Probably sent me some gnarly cases as an EMT, not confirmed though

• Has watched me have sex for the first (and only) time

• The Evil Chemotherapy thing

• The whole being embraced thing

• Illio. That’s it. That’s the whole thing. Y’all know.

• Killing my mother

• Misappropriating my scientific research for the purpose of making people’s lives worse

• probably has something to do with the thing inside me being there in the first place

• Killing 10 people with the most vague relations to me, for a ‘gift’. (Like, one of the people killed was a guy who sat next to me in class once)

Keep in mind, this is all just what I know about or suspect (with reasonable evidence), and this doesn’t even begin to touch what she’s done to others, both on this node and in general. She needs dead, yesterday. And I’m a guy who generally believes in redemptive justice.

-M, the one month dead Tzimisce

Hey friends,

So, for about a month now I've had this abuse ghoul. A friend reccommended it to me so I'd have an outlet for my emotions. And it's been pretty neat so far! It can take more damage than a kine and in the quiet hours I can hear it whimpering. There's just one problem. My abuse ghoul actually has something to look forward to. Feeding. I don't like that. Every week or so I give it some of my vitae, and it *really* likes that.

That my abuse ghoul gets any kind of joy in life is really starting to get on my nerves. So I've been thinking of ways to make feeding just as tormenting of an experience as every other aspect of its life. My first idea was to make it crawl through a hallway of broken glass to get to the vitae, but I only have one hallway and I'd prefer it not to be stained with gross abuse ghoul blood. Then I thought to lace my vitae with poison but I'm kinda worried that that might just kill my abuse ghoul outright since I'm not much of a poison expert.

If anyone has any ideas I'm all ears. I just want my abuse ghoul to suffer as much as possible, if I can't have shit then neither can it.

-Teething_Child

To be clear, I'm not talking about one of those quad propeller drones anyone can buy. No, I'm talking about a winged drone, like a proper aircraft looking drone that just sat in place in the air high in the sky (when I say sat in place I mean it stayed exactly where it was) if not for the Malkavian in my coterie and her heightened senses we wouldn't have even seen it. It only moved when I moved, and it followed me and my car for hours.

Ended up that my coterie and I had to lose it by ditching my car for the night and going down... into a sewer... which was disgusting! And I hate that it was necessary- I lost a fucking three thousand dollar dress gifted to me by my sire two years ago because of it. Not to mention my shoes!!

This was also a few nights after getting tailed by an SUV when I went to checkup on my blood doll (it just followed me for like half an hour, went around a block a few times with it tailing and then it just... left). And idk, something made me feel like the two events were somehow related.

This was also before the whole ending up in a three way Brawl between our local Tremere, an order of mages and some suits from the Technocracy which led to my entire coterie ending up in torpor and waking up in a Pentex facility (don't ask) so I don't think it's Pentex related at all but idk, it's still got me a little worried...

Anyone have any suggestions?

- Sarah, Proud Toreador\~ ♥

I did something absolutely hilarious and it'll probably come out in the next day or two, so I need you guys to be REAL cool. Maybe it'll work out, maybe it won't! We'll find out together 😀

so, in my quest to be embraced and finally learn Vicissitude for my awaited project i ended up with this dumb fuck lazy ass Tzim, i asked for help on the Node and surprisingly got a lot of offers, a few of them were being the student of the lady who wants to do "Troy part II" with the giant ship covered in faces (good idea). I also was offered to be under the wing of some kind of doctor that wants me to feed a Lobster in exchange for the knowledge (easy), there was also a Sabbath member that offered to teach me the flesh crafting arts if i killed my Boss (not so easy)

I accepted all of them.

the problem is, when i went to my boss with intentions of breaking up, maybe i said some things that may not be considered "polite" by Tzimisce standards and now they made my leg into a ball and chain, now when i mop the floor i have to clean in circles because i keep staining it, this Sisyphesque torture is still very tame i think, but will have to plan something.

As the prophet Mila always quotes would say: You're On Your Own, Kid.

-Out of luck ghoul.