I created a vampire character once by the name of Galbrade Ralemid. I still have him in the Great Folder of Characters in my head.
Galbrade didn't drink blood. In fact, he found blood-drinking vampires unnerving. He instead fed on "life energy" (unbeknownst to him, it was actually the electricity powering the human nervous system) via physical contact. In order to survive, he had to drain a full human supply once a week; otherwise his own supply would burn out and he would die again.
His solution was to "tap" people - brush against them in casual contact and take a little at a time, more or less constantly. He didn't just say, "Oh, I have to do this or I'll die" (DIE, Meyer, not "feel really hungry") - he accepted it was wrong and found a way to handle it. And he didn't take pleasure in what he had to do.
I was fifteen when I created Galbrade, and I had more of a moral handle on his situation than Meyer. That's just pathetic.
About the "cannibalism out of necessity" part you mentioned, it actually happened.
A plane crashed in the Andes mountains during the winter. There wasn't any food, so the survivors faced the choice of either eating the dead or starving to death.
I say "faced the choice" because some survivors refused to do it despite starving. And even the ones who did set up some rules like not eating the women to keep some sense of morality (they'd later go to the Pope to ask for forgiveness).
But, as you pointed out, these people did it out of necessity and felt guilty about it. Meyerpires don't need to eat and they don't feel sorry at all.
Are you alive?iamsorrytrulyApril 22 2014, 02:24:47 UTC
You never did answer my post and while that's completely understandable given the manipulative and reprehensible nature of all I said and tried to do. The fact that you haven't updated your Journal nor posted any sporkings on Das_Sporking makes me worried that perhaps it's more than just you understanding that what I did was beyond forgiveness. It makes me worry that perhaps your talk of suicide might have become more than talk though I hope that you've just been busy with University or perhaps have grown out of Sporking all together. I still have to try and find out.
My fear of hearing just how much my message revealed about my own twisted nature has finally been superseded by my fear of your own health. And I'm beyond ashamed that it took this long to abandon that selfish cowardice.
So I'm posting this on the off chance that you still look at your Journal to ask are you alright?
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Galbrade didn't drink blood. In fact, he found blood-drinking vampires unnerving. He instead fed on "life energy" (unbeknownst to him, it was actually the electricity powering the human nervous system) via physical contact. In order to survive, he had to drain a full human supply once a week; otherwise his own supply would burn out and he would die again.
His solution was to "tap" people - brush against them in casual contact and take a little at a time, more or less constantly. He didn't just say, "Oh, I have to do this or I'll die" (DIE, Meyer, not "feel really hungry") - he accepted it was wrong and found a way to handle it. And he didn't take pleasure in what he had to do.
I was fifteen when I created Galbrade, and I had more of a moral handle on his situation than Meyer. That's just pathetic.
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I've seen rambling, jumbled stories told by my four-year-old sister that didn't have as much plotholes as Meyer's. She IS pathetic.
And scary too, after I've read this letter.
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A plane crashed in the Andes mountains during the winter. There wasn't any food, so the survivors faced the choice of either eating the dead or starving to death.
I say "faced the choice" because some survivors refused to do it despite starving. And even the ones who did set up some rules like not eating the women to keep some sense of morality (they'd later go to the Pope to ask for forgiveness).
But, as you pointed out, these people did it out of necessity and felt guilty about it. Meyerpires don't need to eat and they don't feel sorry at all.
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My fear of hearing just how much my message revealed about my own twisted nature has finally been superseded by my fear of your own health. And I'm beyond ashamed that it took this long to abandon that selfish cowardice.
So I'm posting this on the off chance that you still look at your Journal to ask are you alright?
I hope you are but hope is such an empty thing.
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