"We know that it is satire, Sillybird. There are some things that are beyond the pale. To do this, even in jest, is not to be tolerated. We shall respond."

His familiar watched, over his shoulder, as the man worked on his response.

~~~

After some consideration and consultation with some colleagues, I've started a new project. I require the ( Read more... )

He paused, contemplating his reflection. His familiar stared quietly back ( Read more... )

Sitting, silent, deep in thought, the Magister leaned over, gently easing a thick book from the fellowship of neighboring tomes. Flipping towards the back, his eyes came to rest upon a passage...

'I am wounded,' he answered,' wounded; it will never really heal.'

Some things... stay with you forver.

Wonder this time where she's gone,
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away.

Felix survived India, and is now fully cleared to play in a post-reset chronicle.

And thus, I pimp his wiki:

http://wiki.white-wolf.com/camwiki/index.php?title=Felix

Rumors and quotes and stuff would be love.

... he eyes gleamed, hard and wet, and he found himself hating an Oracle's sense of humor.

Balance met. Price paid. And somewhere, the Queen of Air and Darkness smiled, as his blood watered her roses anew.

Even as he curled up in the arms of one who loved him, sobbing...

He was at a laptop, tears of rage and grief streaming down his face, as he let his Order know.

Tonight, a friend of mine died ( Read more... )

Magister fired.
Molson Winter Ice party?
Fuck that shit, hoser.

The man browsed the catalogue, idly, until an entry caught his eye...

Untitled volume, source of The two hundred and fourty-one monsters of Hell.

He continued to read...

"One of the few items to survive the Saxony arson of 1973, this book was supposedly part of the collection of Rudolf Freiherr von Sebottendorff, as records show that a two ( Read more... )

“How can you live with yourself ( Read more... )