It's the end of Tremere as we know it, It's the end of Tremere as we know it, It's the end of Tremere as we know it, And I feel fine. -Michelle, Jeff, and Kim (Sung to the Tune of the Mr. Ed Theme Song) A Tremere is a Tremere, Of course, of course. Unless the Tremere is a talking horse. And then of course, something went terrably wrong at the ritual last night. -Nikki and others
I love this town! This is the only town where money drives up in little fucking cars. It comes from someplace else and drives itself to YOU. On the weekends and the hollidays, it just can't get here fast enough, the freeways are PACKED! Then money pays to stay in your hotel and it walks up to your fucking slot machine and it drops itself in you fucking pocket. And it's chaffurs go the fuck away happy!
(Vegas Baby!: Gabriel Giovanni on the Family's Vagas investments.)
"You know what pisses me off... Those damn 'Trekies' who think they know everything about Star Trek. They tell our people, 'They don't use money in the future so I guess that means we don't have to pay, huh?' That's when they call in Mario here and he take care of the situation..."
(101 TALES: Damn malk scientists . . .)
Storyteller: What do you want to do? Julian: I want to posses it. Storyteller: Okay, test with me to see if you can overcome the consciousness of a bunny.-Julian Holmes
(101 Tales: How do you know when there is an Elysum?)
I kept getting in trouble for attacking people when there was an Elysum. But nobody ever told me that it was an elysum, we never knew when it was and when it wasn't. Now I don't particularly like the Keeper of the Elysum, partally 'cause he never lets us know if that a particular gathering is an elysum or not, but mostly 'cause I think he's a wuss. . . Anyway, I loose status AGAIN for attacking somebody in Elysum. And now I have no status, I've even been stripped of "Acknowledged" . . . but I still get to stay in the city. . . Don't ask me how that works. . . And I go up to the Elysum Keeper to try to make things a little clearer. "Okay, we can never figure out when it's supposed to be an elysum and when it isn't. So whenever it IS an elysum you just ware this fluffy pink tutu and there will never be any doubt. . .-Chad
(Ameranth: Xmass with the Nossies)
"Joe that was so cool how Heleos was Masking as Santa Clause all night."
"Yeah, but I didn't get to Dread Gaze anybody . . ."
(Ameranth: Slurpie? What about the Slurpie?)
Prince Zoe: Okay, did you hear about the rampage last night? Where a group of either werewolves or Gangrel pulled up to a McDonald's drive through . . . Selena: Yes . . . Prince Zoe: . . . Pulled the guy out through the window then went to a movie theatre . . . Selena: . . . I have heard. . . , Prince Zoe: . . . and slaughtered like 70% of the people then went to a 7-11 got two slurpies . . . Selena: . . . about tha . . . Slurpies? Prince Zoe: . . . a red one and a blue one. And dissapeared on the freeway. Selena: I haden't heard about the Slurpies. Pete: Nobody's heard about the Slurpies . . . Vacci: Prince Zoe, are you sure you didn't just add that bit about the slurpies?
(Ameranth: Sabbat who watch to much tv. . .)
The situation : A pack of Sabbat has hijacked a fire truck And is rampaging around the city. Several Cammie kindred have mobalised to try and stop them. Vacci has some gouls go up in a chopper to track them down from a safe distance. *Ring* Vacci: Hello? Goul: Sir? We think we've found them. . . it's two females, and one REALLY big . . . I THINK it's a guy, in a fire truck rampaging West down Vernoi Ave . . . and they have one of those Jack In The Box heads on the truck. ::laughter:: Vacci: You mean one of those antenna balls? Goul: No sir. It looks like they riped it off a drive through.
(Ameranth: Neonate field trip . . .Piece it together . . .)
After game discussion . . . "Lance": . . . This guy decided to mess with me, so when Heleos went around asking for influence to help do recearch about that thing he gave him Jeremy's number and told him to tell him that "Lance" sent him . . . . . . "Pete": Yeah, so Pete was standing there in a werehouse in LA with Hammer and torpored Lance and these two guys, one of which they were calling "McNiel" . . . and from the conversation she got the distinct impression that a Cammie Ventru was prolly not a good thing to be just then. . . . "Pete": And he took my cel phone from you and crushed it, damn him. "Hammer": Well, it had his phone number on it. "Lance": She copied it down anyway. "Pete": Oh yeah, I did huh? ::evil grin:: . . . "Hammer": You know that if they tried to test my loyalty by telling me to kill you I would have . . . "Pete": I had the feeling I might have been some sort of sacrifice . . . Besides, I would have run away REALLY fast and gone right to the Senishal, "Vacci! Vacci! Hammer took me and torpored Lance to some werehouse out in the middle of no where and tried to kill me, and there were these two guys, and one was big and black and bald, and the other was called 'McNiel' or something and here's his phone number!"
(Ameranth: This is Halloweene, this is Halloweene, Halloweene, Halloweene . . .)
" . . . Suddenly, I can't remember who I am. And this spirit tells me that I'm the Prince. . . Okay, so I'm Prince Zoe and I go around being all pissed off at Heleos, and calling for his head 'cause he tricked me. Then, for some reason, Hawk attacks me. Hay! What's up with that? So I bid my Status as Prince . . .
. . . And it worked."
-Heleos
(Ameranth: The Lost Crystal Ball: The advantages of a crowbar vs. a digging crew)
::"Pete", has just set the recored for digging a 40ft hole in the desert using a crowbar and her newly aquired Celerity:Fleetness. It is discovered that the hole needs to go deeper.:: Pete: I'll just keep digging Prince Zoe: Well, I can have a digging crew in here tomarrow night. Pete: But it may be gone by then. We're here now. Prince Zoe: I just think it's better to have a digging crew come out here insead of just you and a crowbar. Pete: . . . I don't understand. Have I gone agenced your sence of profeshenalism?
(Ameranth: At the Casino: Neman Travels light)
::Prince Zoe pulls Neman Esher over, Neman is holding 70 poker chips worth $1000 each.:: Prince Zoe: Neman, we need to go out and do something. I want you With us. We're going to the Sewers. Neman: Do I have time for one more hand? Prince Zoe: Sure. ::Neman steps over to the nearest black jack table and plunks the whole thing down and looses:: Neman: Let's go.
(Ameranth: Vegas Field Trip: Running down Setites)
Long story short: A wanted Setite is running away in Celerity. The only two people who were paying attention enough when he started to run and were fast enough to follow were "Pete" the Ventrue neonate and Sebation the Totally Non- Combat Torri. A Brujah NPC is on his way to the scene in a chopper and sees the following . . . While she is running Pete is also shooting at the Setite, he finally gets sick of being pinged in the back of the head and having to heal it. He pulls two stakes, and turns on them. The Setite plunges the stakes into both of them but misses their hearts. Pete and Sebation pull the stakes out of themselfs and plunge them into the Setite. They also miss his heart. (Prolly because it's actually out in the desert somewhere.) The Setite pulls a stake out of his chest and sticks the it directly into Pete's heart. Sebation's next action is to *unstake* Pete and attack the Setite with it. Pete is seen reaching for the stake still sticking out of the Setite's chest. NPC Brujah: Are you getting this on tape??? They're playing *musical stakes* down there!
(Ameranth: Elyseum: Feel the love)
Voice 1: . . . He's possesed. Voice 2: Father Thomas could do an exorsism . . . Voice 3: Father Thomas couldn't exorsise Susan Summers with a THIGH MASTER.
(Ameranth: The Newsletter)
::During one particularly eventful game Sheriff Sephiroth ended up ripping several people's arms off in an attempt to teach them a lesson. The very next newsletter had this line in the Rumors Section::
"When did Sephieroth become an arms dealer?"
(?: Vampire:TM - People who have no internal monologue)
Yannic: Who are you? Savior: Some people call me "The Savior". Yannic: Mmm... "The Savior"... That's a name that inspires trust! (as you may guess, one dark alley later Yannic was left for dead by all the Savior's friends)- Yanick
(Ameranth: The Blood Rose: Sprit's Taste???)
Damien Sephiroth; the sheriff; walks up to Selena Duprey with a dark purple rose petal in his hand, he hands it to the oracle (Selena) and asks, "Please tell me what you can about this", She grabs the petal,immediately smelling its rich bloodlike scent, and thrusts it into her mouth. It desolves on her tongue, the best tasting vitae she has ever tasted, she sweats off some of the blood at first, then wipping it from her face with her hand and licked the blood from her hands. A very perturbed Sheriff looking at her, she smiles; the sheriff asks, "Well, what sort of mystic shit did you get out of THAT?".........
(?: Vampire:TM - Shop Vacs are very very handy)
During an particularly eventful evening, A particularly beautiful Malkavian, named Kara had the misfortune to run afoul of Sabat, and was busy melting on the floor in a Brujah's haven. With a crowd gathering, and no clear method of how to heal her, an argument ensued, and all but 3 of us were thrown out. 1 Malk, 1 Nos, A bound & gagged Tremere who had assisted the Sabat The haven's owner, and our victem. her time had come, and she melted into ash. The Nos and the Brujah were busy arguing over what to do with the Tremere. Feeling sorry for my now Finally-dead clan mate, I felt she didn't deserve to remain there on the floor. I got the Vacuum out.- Jesse "Hamnet Denmark" H-F
(Ameranth: The Elysum: Who the hell is this guy?)
"So I go down to the Ameranth game to play an NPC for them sometimes. And I'm wandering around one night when I see this new guy walk by with Keven. Now I notice he's got a sticker on his shirt and it looks got the little spooky picture they put on their newsletter and underneath that it says, "Observer, please don't eat me." So he wanders for a while and then he plays an NPC, ailbit one that doesn't talk. And we start talking and I say, "So how long have you known Keven here?", to which he replys, "I don't, I've just met him. I went to the building to meet somebody who never showed up. Then the staff thought I was with you guys so they sent me to that room and this guy" ::points to Keven:: "said he'd give me a ride home after you guys were finished."-Sera DiPendi
(Just Chatting)
Jenn: sorry, we're argueing about the difference between a dead enchanted bartender and a live enchanted bartender. Katt: uuumm...what's the difference? ::grin:: Jenn: I won, there is none really.except that the former will make you obsesed with giving her all your money if you gip her on the tip and the latter will just spit in your next drink.
(Behold the story of 1 Caped Dweeb . . .!)
Click Here It's kinda longish but you WILL laugh.
Beware, :E , the horrible three fanged vampire!
(Penn LARP: "Vampires On Venus": Malk's Tremmie Tea Pot)
So I'm sitting in this coffee house talking to this Malkavian named Kitty. She's mute, but she talks in my head...kinda cool, a little weird at the same time. She gets up to get a cup of coffee, and it looks like she's going to be gone for a while so I get up and take her chair, which was much more comfortable than mine. Maybe 30 seconds go by perfectly normally...then I hear this voice in my head saying "Get OUT of my chair!" I look over my shoulder and Kitty is pointing a gun at my head. I say "Sorry..." and move to another chair. (No need to alienate the Malks...) Well, an hour or so later I come back to find her sitting somewhere else, and the comfy chair empty...so I ask her, "Will you shoot me if I sit in your chair?" and she laughs and says no, go ahead. So I sit for a while...then I get up for a few minutes, and when I come back, this Tremere (of all people!) is sitting in my seat. Being the manipulative little Toreador that I am, I ask Kitty to get my seat back for me. She pulls her gun on the Tremere and tells him to get out. He refuses, but another Malk, named Desultory, stands up for her, and mesmerizes the Tremere. Once the guy gets out of my seat, Desultory decides to have some fun, and orders the Tremere to perform "I'm a little teapot" for us. I'm in hysterics at this point...I'm a manic-depressive, and I had been depressed but this snapped me right out of it... The guy refuses to sing. He just keeps laughing, but he won't do it, even when we offer to sing it with him. Finally we get him to use the landing to the stairway as a stage, and we all sing together, while he does the motions. I've never seen a Tremere so horribly embarrassed in my life! I call him Mr. Teapot now...no idea what his name actually is...
(Penn LARP: "Vampires On Venus")
I'm sitting here talking to Lucius, my fellow Toreador. We are to witness a staking, and it happens that the staked one was someone we really needed some information from...so, Lucius runs over and pulls the stake out, and says, "You owe me big time, buddy." Unfortunately the brujah who staked him were still standing right there. The brujah cornered Lucius (ignoring me), put a hand around his throat and a gun to his head, and told him to apologize for interfering. Of course, Lucius refused, so the Brujah crushes his throat, and then shoots him in the head. I run, looking for my clan Elder, who happens to be sitting nearby. I fill him in quickly...his reaction? "Oh...at least it's nothing permanent!"-Bree
(Ameranth: Their Newsletter)
PRINCE: 3
L.A.W. ROCKETS: 0-Tad
(HA!)
VOICES IN THE NIGHT Voice1: How many live action players does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Voice2: How many? Voice1: Okay test with me.-Keeper
(Red Rose LARP 2.0: Ventrue Primogen on Fashion )
"What is it with everyone wearing all black? When we die, is fashion sense the first thing to go?"-Alexander Abrahms
(Red Rose LARP 2.0: the well-meant advice of a Gangrel ghoul)
"No, seriously, have you ever considered the benefits of solar power? It's not like you people use up much wattage in the daytime anyway."- Gunnar Freyson
(Red Rose LARP 2.0: Ahh, the restraints of Camarilla life. . .)
"Now you really pissed me off! You just stay right there while I find out if it's OK to come back and kick your ass!"-Riven Forrest, Brujah
(Red Rose LARP 2.0: Anarch Brujah prestige)
"Da Man" "Blues Brother" "Pimp Daddy" "She-King of World Domination and Camarilla Submission" (try using *that* one in a social challenge)-Anne
(Red Rose LARP 2.0: Oh boy. . .)
"How could you have trusted him? He's a Setite!" "Well, yeah I trusted him! *YOU* told me he was a Ventrue!"-Anne
(SLP: Two Kindred flying off to France)
Cornelius Geovanii: Rowan? Rowan: Yes? CG: Where are we going and why? Rowan: YOU DON'T KNOW???? CG: No. Rowan: ::sigh:: You remember Prax? CG: Totally evil, emencly powerfull, only recently taken out because his sire no longer backed him? Yeah, name rings a bell. Rowan: Well, we're going to his sire's place in France. . . CG: Wait. . .*Why* are we going to Prax's Sire's place in France? Rowan: 'Cause we're gonna try to kill him? CG: . . .Tell me again why I came along? Rowan: Don't look at me, you're the one who asked for a ride.-Dave & Michelle
(SLP: A young lady, having been apparently totally taken over by a compleatly evil entity really had only one thing to say that evening. . .)
"Van Dorn you self absorbed prick."
(SLP: RI - Back in Time)
Pilgrim: Odd, to see a woman with a sword. Are you Christian? You do not wear the cross or cockle shell. Tinker: A woman alone, far from home needs must protect herself. and is not every sheethed sword a cross? ::holds out sword point down, showing it to be a cross:: Pilgrim:You should put your faith in God to provide protection. Tinker: God helps those who help themselves. Pilgrim: But don't you trust in God to. . . Tinker: I trust God, it's everybody else I'm suspicious of.-Gypsy Tinker
(Ameranth: The Unmakers BSD Pack: Damn red tape. . .)
BSD: We just want to apologise Administrative Assistent to the Prince: I'm sorry, all apologies must be filed in triplicate. BSD: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Now can we talk to him?-Meric
(Ameranth: The Unmakers BSD Pack: Run Girl. Run REAL fast.)
BSD: I'll drop out of the umbra, grab him and take off. Narrator: Okay, when you pop out you see about 50 kindred waiting for you in the parking lot. BSD: Speed of Thought, Buh'bye Narrator: Are you a Silent Strider? BSD: I _USED_ to be. Narrator: Well. . .that works.-Bites-the-Fetish
(Ameranth: The Unmakers BSD Pack: It's a fetish that's just fun to say.)
BSD Phillodox: (Holding a bag of Bean Banes) DON'T make me open this. Yeah, you recognise this, we sell these at Cost Plus for $3.95 each.-Meric
(Ameranth: The Unmakers BSD Pack: Night of a full moon . . .)
A BSD Ahrun, female, is getting ancy and starts howling at the moon, and this random guy who goes by "Winky the Fearless Catiff" can't help but notice. Winky: (Kneeling down in front of the howling lupis.) I'm a Docter I can help. Aroun growls and shifts to hispo. BSD Galliard: Hay man you better watch it man. . . (points to full moon) It's her time of the month.-Swallows the Worm
(A theory about what happens when Black Spiral Kinfolk get embraced. . .)
-Jeff
(One bit that isn't in the Litiny, but should be. . .)
"Remember, if you don't understand it, and it doesn't smell right. . . Pee on it." -Paul
(SLP Boston: And the dead shall rise. . .)
Guido: Peter?. . . Peter? Prter: WHAT?!?!? Guido: Pete, the dead are rising and the Gangrel are dancing. . . Any idea why?-Keeper
(SLP: Some people are just needlessly Messianic. . .)
"Get thee behind me Wyrm!"
(SLP BOSTON: And the dead shall rise . . .)
Rowan: Get back in your bodies damnit!-Rowan
(A bunch of people, dressed as MIB's go to Universal Citywalk to see a movie, guess which one. . .)
((Men in black are called "MIB's", Women in black are called "BIB's" you figure it out.)) --==3 MIB's walk into a resturant . . .==-- MIB: We have a party of 5, in a little while you'll see a man and a woman dressed like us. Please point them our way. Hostess: Are you guys having some sort of secrit meeting? BIB: Shhhhhhhhh. --==MIB's at the Hard Rock Cafe==--MIB1: I'll have a cheese burger, chedder, medium rare, no tomatoes, and a coke. MIB2: I'll have a cheese burger, jack, medium, and a coke. BIB1: I'll have a burger, medium rare, and a diet coke. MIB3: I'll have a cheese burger, swiss, medium rare, and an ice tea. BIB2: I'll have a cheese burger, american, rare, no tomatoes, and an ice tea. --==MIB'S buying movie tickets==-- Passerby: Are you people in some sort of cult? --==Being a MIB (Or BIB) on a summer day, you get this A LOT==-- Passerby1: Aren't you hot? Passerby2: You must be so hot. Passerby3: Oh, baby, I just know your hot in that. --==MIB's standing outside a movie theatre==-- Passerby: Why are you guys so dressed up? BIB: Dressed up maam? We're not dressed up. MIB: We're here to see _Hercules_ maam. Passerby: Oh, for a moment I thought you were MIB's ::walks off before we can say anything:: --==BIB with a hammer==-- ::moves her coat aside to reveal a hammer hanging on her belt:: "I don't need a flashy thingy."-Special Agent Yamara, the rare S.O.E. MIB with a hammer.
(When you should put your Storyteller down. . .)
"Hay! I got a really great idea! Black Spirals and regular Garou in the
SAME CAERN!! Working together! It'll be great. . ."
(SLP Midnight Amber: Amber in the round)
So there was this artist named Andre' who had a pet lemure. (Rimes with "beemer", and we never learned the lemure's name.) And we come walking into his studio and we're a rather largish Sabbat pack. We start reacking havoc right away, I start turning Andre's gay lover, Simone, well...I start turning his brain to mush with dominate. Me: Don't you love my increadably innapropreate shoes? Simone: Oh God yes! They say "I don't give a shit" and yet are so fasionable! He keeps getting distracted by the fact that the lemure hasn't been fed yet. This annoys me so I turn to my packmate, who also haddn't been fed yet, and I said, "Take care of the lemure." Ten minutes later, the lemure comes charging back into the room with a _sword_. And it attacks me for two agg, because my so called friend has ghouled and vicissatuded it. Simone: ((As it jumps on me and slashes at my face)) Ahhhhhhhhh! Lemure!!! My Friend: I gave him opposabale thumbs!! Isn't that cool?-Michelle the Elf
(SLP Midnight Amber. . . And Matt Keuneke as the Lemure)
"Ahhhhh!!! Lemure!" "I am insulted! I am a SIMION thank you very much!" "Man that lemure sure can wield a sword pretty good for only having had opposeable thumbs for five minutes!" "So how powerful do you think a 200 year old lemure ghoul should be anyway?"
(SLP Midnight Amber: The story of Jonny Oh Never Mind)
"Hello, reject God, worship the New York Times, here's a coupon." -Newly Embraced, Massivly Dominated, Vampire Hunter/Janitor
(Why you should never follow the Sabbat to make SURE they've left town)
Random, a Brujah, had sworn to Darius Giovanni that he'd keep Darius' Toreador lover, Anne, safe while he was out of town. The Sabbat attacked, and then took the highway south out of town. Followed in one car by Anne and a fellow Toreador, and another car by Random and two others. As it turns out, neither car had, shall we say, functioning brakes, and when Anne tried to make a turn at 60 MPH, she found out that the emergency brake sorta worked, and that her car liked to hug trees. Luckily, no one was hurt in the initial crash. Unluckily, the car caught fire. Random's response was to rip the car door off and drag Anne out, leaving Douglass (the other Torri) trapped inside. Random then turned to Anne and, will all due ferocity, told her: "You are NOT ALLOWED TO DIE!"
(SLP Midnight Amber: The Amber Files)
Slime monster: Why are you? Thumper: No readally apparent reason. Slime monster: Can I lick you? Thumper: Um. . .no *SLURP* Thumper: Oh. . .yuck.-Slime Monster and Thumper the Gangrel
(The Goon Squad at Denny's)
A typical Rom dinner. . . Marco: I'll have chicken strips and a vanilla shake.
Samuel: I'll have chicken strips and a vanilla shake.
Mirella: I'll have chicken strips and a vanilla shake.
Server: What kind of sause would you like with those?
Marco: Ranch.
Samuel: BBQ.
Mirella: Honey.
(SLP Midnight Amber: The Amber Files)
A standerd gray alian describeing to the ST how he's experamenting on a female Gangrel. "Lets see. . .I'll run the usual; take some blood samples, check out her chemical composition, remove this arm, replace it with a bionic implant, take some tissue samples from her ankle, she'll have a scar that looks like a happy face from that. . .Um. . .put an inplant in her head so I can moniter her movements, and. . .throw in an embryo for good mesure." A couple of hours later it starts kicking, and about an hour after that it came out, kinda like _Alians_, and ran off. So now there's this Human/Alian/Vampiric thing running around Texas. . . (Can we say El Chupacabra anybody?)-Thumper the Gangrel
(SLP Midnight Amber: Cocktales in Pugitory)
My favorite moment of my roll playing careere has to be when I got to say my all time favorite line. I never thought I'd have an oppertunity to use it. We were playing a game where Midnight Amber, a group of Anarch Vampires, got traped in a mage's quiet. (FYI- a quiet is when paradox blows a mags mind to the point that they retreet into their own little reality.) Several of us there were products of the mage's imagonation. Including myself, Mary Poppens, and two figments in the form of Jay and Silent Bob from "Clerks" and "Mall Rats" fame. There was something on the other side of a door that was trying to break it down. So Jay and Silent Bob decided that they were going to take care of it, but if they were going to take care of it, they were gonna do it right. They, at this point, knew they were imagonary, which ment to them that they could do just about anything they wanted. So they dreamed them selfs up some Storm Trouper gear, a la Star Wars. They were about to blast the door when I went walking by. Me: What are you doing? Jay: ((Talking out of character)) We're wearing Storm Trouper uniforms. ((I look them up and down.)) Me: Aren't you a little short to be a Storm Trouper?
(SLP Boston)
A group of people playing various primogen members are sitting around in the living room. The guy playing the Brujah Primogen, Bruce, is in the kitchen. All the other Primogen are getting ancy and Jara, the Nossie Prim, yells out. . . Nossie Prim: IF THE BRUJAH PRIMOGEN WOULD GET IN HERE WE COULD START!!! Voice of Brujah Prim: I'M BAKING COOKIES!!!-Jara
(General Comment of one LARP veteran about annother)
"I don't get it. When ever Paul or I, or anybody else plays a Prince, people are constantly trying to ream us a new #$%&*. But whenever Adam is the Prince. . . It's all about who he dates."-Bill
(SLP Midnight Amber: Phantom of the Opera[?])
Random NPC: I am Jean-Jean Val-Jean-Jean, France's greatest actor!
Thumper: I thought that was Jerry Lewis. . .-Thumper
(SLP: BOSTON)
(Large group of Malks gathered together to discuss how to take down a not very well liked, but rather powerful, member of their clan.)Malk 1: What are we gonna do to Prax? Malk 2: Kill 'im, DUH! Malk 3: No! We can't kill 'im, remember that thingy about his spirit? Malk 4: I say we surround 'im and do the Malk-er-ania untill he keels over.-Rowan
(SLP Midnight Amber: Shoggoth of the Opera?)
Storyteller: Well, the closest comparsion to the game I could think of was Phantom of the Opera.
Peanut Gallery: I don't remember a Shoggoth in Phantom of the Opera!-Adam
(SLP Midnight Amber: Big Trouble in Little Amber)
So were all out in the front room at this house which is supposed to be a first class airport lounge. And we're all supposed to be innocent bystanders at the moment. And I'm sittin' there wondering what to be whin I see this guy, Adam, across the room on his knees going, "Mommy? Mommy?". And I've got nothing better to be so I decide that I'm his mommy and I yell for him to get over here and stop wandering off. It isn't long before this other guy, also named Adam, decides that he's the daddy. So Adam Squaired and I are the perfict Jewish family. (At one point I said with out even thinking, "Go ahead. . .put a stake through my heart.") Now one of the main characters wanders over near us and it comes out that he's a Christian televangalist. At which point Adam Jr. points at him and says, "Mommy? Daddy? Is that a goy?"-Fenchurch
(SLP Dark Colony)
"D'oh! I was so pissed at Jara I forgot to tell W about the 10 Sabbat running 'round Road Island!"-Daniel
(SLP Midnight Amber: Cocktales in Purgitory)
"MARY POPPENS DID WHAT TO CATHULU?!?!?!?" "Ok, everybody in this room is now a gas station attendent named Ray!"
"JEEP!"
-M.P.
(SLP: The Haunted Fun House)
"He did WHAT to the house?!?!? He's on the list! -Happy Adam
(At this point I feel obligated to point out that what Mary Poppens did to Cathulu is in no way similer, or has any connection with, to what was done to the house. (But very much like what she did to James Bond. :))
(SLP Boston: "Deep" conversations)
Lazerous: Are you sure you're ready for what is to come? Rowan: I don't think I have much choice. Lazerous: Then hold out your hand. ::places a white chess piece in her hand:: Rowan: ::can't see what it is as it's dark out:: Lazerous: It's a bishop. Rowan: Uh huh. . . Lazerous: Think on it for direction in your life. Rowan: . . . diagonal? Lazerous: ::stares at her:: Rowan: Bishop huh. . . isn't this a sabbat thing? ((I don't think Adam, who plays Lazerous, has quite forgiven me for not getting his. . . um . . . "deep symbolism".))-Rowan
(Dark Colony LARP, Pre-game Brief)
Storyteller: Ok, will tonight's strike force on Silverbrook Mannor please stand? ::large'ish group of people shuffle to the center of the room:: Peanutgallery: Oh my god! Run! It's attack of the neonates! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
(SLP Boston: Silverbrook Mannor)
Wraith: Murderer. . . Murderer. Vampire: ::turning to wraith:: I beg your pardon? Wraith: Murderer, you're a murderer. Vampire: ((Who has prey exclusion: Huminoid)) Um, no I'm not. Wraith: Yes, you murdered me. Vamp: Um, no, no I didn't. Wraith: Yes you did. Vamp: No I didn't. Wraith: You did, you killed me. Vamp: Did not. Wraith: Did too. ((I'm guessing you can see where this is going.))-Rowan
(From the V:TM forum at the WW Web Sight)
Hello this is a story that is quite odd that developed in the Cat's Eye theatre game on Feb 15,1997. Someone brought out a rubber mouse to scare a child like toredor. They killed it, and made up a prop card for it. It's traits were negative:stinky, Adv: absurd, concealablity: coke bottle, plus if you stick it into an empty coke bottle coke will magicklly appear. There was a huge fight for an hour and a half after the card was made. Now the mouse has created a new faction of vampires just following the mouse. There has already been three blood traits given to the mouse. The mouse is also believed to be the one who sired Caine, and has it's whole entire mythology.-http://www.bradley.edu/campusorg/catseye/
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