Apr 08, 2009 21:42
let's see if i can get the details right. at the GB,where i work, is a nexus point for a sleeping giant who must be appeased with blood and sexual torture.m.c., a bartender who does have a decidedly nazi dominatrix wolf-like cast to her features, is secretly an agent for the german banker reinhold zeflowaopen,organizes bowling parties and then lures victims into the green room for the most twisted orgies imaginable, and drives a schank into their hearts. the green room has a system of pipes to collect the blood,a la blade, and feed it directly to the giant,who is part of a non-corporeal collective that plays some sort of cthonic stock market with all of our hopes,fears,ideologies et al., the currency being blood.
woke up sticky. no wonder girls think i'm weird..