(Or, 'How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Shun The Pooka')
So! The background. In one of the Vampire: the Masquerade roleplaying games I'm in, my character is a moderately competent, cheerful Gangrel with an unfortunate proclivity for chasing and hunting everything that moves. Last session, he saw a small and shiny thing. He gleefully pounced on
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