What actually happened to Skully?
Dec 4, 2017 10:51:19 GMT -8
Post by Probie Tim on Dec 4, 2017 10:51:19 GMT -8
I shouldn’t write shit like this down. I’ve heard of more than one lick who got burned for writing shit down and letting it fall into human hands. But I gotta get it down while it’s all fresh in my mind; I don’t wanna forget nothing.
So, I finally made it back to the Mote. Boy, did they fuck shit up while I was gone. I guess… nah, I better start from the beginning. Couple of months back, we found out Sebastian had a whole fuckin’ military compound up in Pornvale. Of course, we decide that we gotta take the compound out, because… Sebastian. Do I need to say more? Fuck that guy. Anyway, I hit the underground, searching through sewer tunnels and water lines and electrical access for any way to get into the place. I’m poking around, not having ANY luck, when I hear a voice from behind me that sent shivers up and down my spine… which I thought was impossible, being, you know, dead and all.
“Hello, disrespecful childe, it seems I failed to teach you proper respect for your elders.”
Yeah, it was my fucking sire, Beauregard, from Denver, that flaming cockwhoring pile of refried undead shit. I tried to turn around but my chest exploded in the worst pain I’d ever felt. I had just enough time to glance down and see the wooden stake sticking right out… yeah, fucking Beauregard, the sire I’d escaped from because he was a pretentious royal dickhole, somehow found me in the Valley and staked my ass. God dammit.
Evidently, fucker knew Sebastian from back in the day. He also knew Anthony. I guess he was in on their little scheme, or whatever Sebastian told him was their little scheme. When he heard that I was giving Sebastian trouble, he came out to… correct his mistake. I found this all out over the next several weeks, as he tortured me. The greatest part was when he spent three or four nights slowly flaying my skin off, and only feeding me enough to keep me awake but unable to heal. Yeah, it was a fucking great time. Good to reconnect with the old family... fucker.
One of these days, Beauregard… I’m going to leave your staked body out for the sun, with your eyes stapled open, surrounded by pictures of my face… so that as you burn to ash the last thing you see will be me. You can count on that, you perverse gaping anal fuckwench.
Luckily, Beauregard didn’t know that I’d… made a deal with that malkavian dumbass and that he’d taught me dementation. I bound that dumbass, too, so he thought it was great that I chained him up and threatened to drain him dry if he didn’t teach me! Fuck, man, good times. Anyway, over time I fucked with Beauregard’s mind so bad that he was afraid of his own shadow. HIS OWN SHADOW, HAH! I was able to heal up and make another escape. My only regret was that I wasn’t strong enough to deal with Beaurefuckinggard. But I’ll be back to settle that score, sire… you can bet your rotten, worthless unlife on that, you dick. You infected, pus-dripping dick.
I went straight for the Mote. It was fucking chaos. Attack helicopters were flying in, shit was going bad. I deep-dived into the sewers, found Calvin and the others. He told me that Adrienne had been killed, that a bunch of scary elders had taken over the island, and that an Antediluvian had been awakened.
Let’s take a look at that again, shall we? Adrienne, the only Prince I’d ever thought was worth anything… even though I fucked with her shit all the time… had been killed. Elders had taken over the island. An Antediluvian had been awakened. Oh, and there was a military force flying in to raze the place. See what happens when I’m not there? Everything goes to shit in a handbasket.
I got Calvin and the rest of the nosferacrew out of there through a series of secret tunnels I inherited from Anthony that lead back to the mainland. But not before I spray-painted a little message on the wall for whoever gets down there next, looking for that Antediluvian. Hopefully they’ll think I found its ancient ass and diablerized the hell out of it. That’d be funny as fuck.
I wonder what happened to Albert? Maybe the werewolves made him their chewtoy bitch. That’d be fitting. And funny as hell, they’d make him feel like he was… fucked by a train. Shame I never got to use dementation on him, make him look like a crazy fucker. Shit, that’s why I had the dumbass malk teach me in the first place.
Oh well. Sayonara, Mote. Fuck all those pretty bitches who ruined it for me.
So, I finally made it back to the Mote. Boy, did they fuck shit up while I was gone. I guess… nah, I better start from the beginning. Couple of months back, we found out Sebastian had a whole fuckin’ military compound up in Pornvale. Of course, we decide that we gotta take the compound out, because… Sebastian. Do I need to say more? Fuck that guy. Anyway, I hit the underground, searching through sewer tunnels and water lines and electrical access for any way to get into the place. I’m poking around, not having ANY luck, when I hear a voice from behind me that sent shivers up and down my spine… which I thought was impossible, being, you know, dead and all.
“Hello, disrespecful childe, it seems I failed to teach you proper respect for your elders.”
Yeah, it was my fucking sire, Beauregard, from Denver, that flaming cockwhoring pile of refried undead shit. I tried to turn around but my chest exploded in the worst pain I’d ever felt. I had just enough time to glance down and see the wooden stake sticking right out… yeah, fucking Beauregard, the sire I’d escaped from because he was a pretentious royal dickhole, somehow found me in the Valley and staked my ass. God dammit.
Evidently, fucker knew Sebastian from back in the day. He also knew Anthony. I guess he was in on their little scheme, or whatever Sebastian told him was their little scheme. When he heard that I was giving Sebastian trouble, he came out to… correct his mistake. I found this all out over the next several weeks, as he tortured me. The greatest part was when he spent three or four nights slowly flaying my skin off, and only feeding me enough to keep me awake but unable to heal. Yeah, it was a fucking great time. Good to reconnect with the old family... fucker.
One of these days, Beauregard… I’m going to leave your staked body out for the sun, with your eyes stapled open, surrounded by pictures of my face… so that as you burn to ash the last thing you see will be me. You can count on that, you perverse gaping anal fuckwench.
Luckily, Beauregard didn’t know that I’d… made a deal with that malkavian dumbass and that he’d taught me dementation. I bound that dumbass, too, so he thought it was great that I chained him up and threatened to drain him dry if he didn’t teach me! Fuck, man, good times. Anyway, over time I fucked with Beauregard’s mind so bad that he was afraid of his own shadow. HIS OWN SHADOW, HAH! I was able to heal up and make another escape. My only regret was that I wasn’t strong enough to deal with Beaurefuckinggard. But I’ll be back to settle that score, sire… you can bet your rotten, worthless unlife on that, you dick. You infected, pus-dripping dick.
I went straight for the Mote. It was fucking chaos. Attack helicopters were flying in, shit was going bad. I deep-dived into the sewers, found Calvin and the others. He told me that Adrienne had been killed, that a bunch of scary elders had taken over the island, and that an Antediluvian had been awakened.
Let’s take a look at that again, shall we? Adrienne, the only Prince I’d ever thought was worth anything… even though I fucked with her shit all the time… had been killed. Elders had taken over the island. An Antediluvian had been awakened. Oh, and there was a military force flying in to raze the place. See what happens when I’m not there? Everything goes to shit in a handbasket.
I got Calvin and the rest of the nosferacrew out of there through a series of secret tunnels I inherited from Anthony that lead back to the mainland. But not before I spray-painted a little message on the wall for whoever gets down there next, looking for that Antediluvian. Hopefully they’ll think I found its ancient ass and diablerized the hell out of it. That’d be funny as fuck.
I wonder what happened to Albert? Maybe the werewolves made him their chewtoy bitch. That’d be fitting. And funny as hell, they’d make him feel like he was… fucked by a train. Shame I never got to use dementation on him, make him look like a crazy fucker. Shit, that’s why I had the dumbass malk teach me in the first place.
Oh well. Sayonara, Mote. Fuck all those pretty bitches who ruined it for me.