Where did you get that picture of me?

Amun! How ya been? I haven’t seen you since the Covenant meeting in 763. You were playing shatranj with Abu-bin until one of his ghouls got loose and ate your King. Good times.

You’re getting me excited.

You’ve never seen a strigoi gorge on a person with alcohol poisoning have you? They never pace themselves. You ever see someone vomit while making out? It’s that but stickier.

Thanks. I try.

Would you like a brochure?

I can fix that for you.

Agreed

Nice

I can help

Ah memories

I went to a few of these back in the day. Fun times but real awkward once it’s over and everyone’s just milling around while the witch has post-possession convulsions and shits themselves. And no one ever stays for clean up. 🙄

Screeching like a Magyar fishwife in a 1200 year old dead dialect. Embarrassing honestly but that’s the undead version of morning breath. In a pique I extruded THEM into a fine paste… slowly. Now I’m up and awake and someone, someone on here, has my phylactery. I’m going to find you.

Camouflage! That’s the word. Anyway, I buried that damn thing deep so imagine my surprise getting yanked back by triggered wards and the smell of fermented potatoes. It was like being extruded through a mouse’s dickhole. Byford dolphin level stuff. So I’m now wide fucking awake, reforming my bones..