There, curse you all, theatrics as ordered. *might be grinning a little, yes*

Having been ambushed by a fox while batwatching1, I seem to have showed up at a costume party, more or less by chance2, with my dog and a monastic nemesis in tow.

The institution lent us costumes for the occasion. They are... interesting.

So far we have been greeted by a wildcard and royalty. Sadly, it seems all is not serene in the monarchal ( Read more... )

Imagine me pausing, pinching the bridge of my pale and shapely nose.

The world enjoys substantiating my pessimism.

Some things should stay dead-and this blasted board was one of them!

Killing puppies is not going to suffice this time. I must think of something really depraved.

I am pleased that this wretched board has ceased. I wish to reiterate how much I loathe each and every one of my fellow vampires. I wish to, but the degree of this loathing cannot be expressed even by my vast intellect, which would in any case be better served plotting heinous revenge and a little parricide ( Read more... )