A bloody vampire. I woke up as a bloody vampire. Complete with the blasted red lined cloak and the stupid shiny shoes and the sodding widows peak. I'm not just a vampire, I'm a traditional one. It's like whoever the hell's in charge of this thing asked me what I'd like to turn into the least.
I'll still be on my patrols and all that at any rate. I'll be asking you all not to laugh, but I can't say I'll blame you. It's like I stepped straight out of ancient Uberwald, only without that whole menacing bit.
[Ta-daaa~ Vimes has turned into
Otto Chriek, who I adore, but he does not. Responses will be made with
addictedtolight if I manage to find more than three icons.]