Difference between revisions of "Ophyria/Stereotypes"
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
imported>Ophyria |
imported>Ophyria m |
||
| (12 intermediate revisions by the same user not shown) | |||
| Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
{| style="width: 100%;" | {| style="width: 100%;" | ||
|- | |- | ||
| − | |||
| − | |||
|- | |- | ||
| nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Sabbat.png|40px|alt=Sabbat|Sabbat]] | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Sabbat.png|40px|alt=Sabbat|Sabbat]] | ||
| − | | | + | | The hour grows late and the war drums are deafening. If I die again before the reckoning may it be in flames with my brothers and sisters. |
|- | |- | ||
| nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Tzimisce.png|40px|alt=Tzimisce|Tzimisce]] | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Tzimisce.png|40px|alt=Tzimisce|Tzimisce]] | ||
| − | | Family matters are always a source of confusing feelings, aren't they? What a paranoid, narcissistic lot we are. Perhaps my sire was right to leave me buried to hatch and mature | + | | Family matters are always a source of confusing feelings, aren't they? What a paranoid, narcissistic lot we are. Perhaps my sire was right to leave me buried to hatch and mature on my own. |
|- | |- | ||
| nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Camarilla.png|40px|alt=Camarilla|Camarilla]] | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Camarilla.png|40px|alt=Camarilla|Camarilla]] | ||
| − | | Their grandsires awaken on a nightly basis, hungry for the blood of their descendants, and still they play as though the game has no terminus? | + | | Their grandsires awaken on a nightly basis, hungry for the blood of their descendants, and still they play as though the game has no terminus? It's a fine trick, convincing the larder to tend to itself. |
|- | |- | ||
| nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Anarch.png|40px|alt=Anarch|Anarch]] | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Anarch.png|40px|alt=Anarch|Anarch]] | ||
| Line 17: | Line 15: | ||
|- | |- | ||
| nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Mortal.png |40px|alt=Mortal|Mortal]] | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Mortal.png |40px|alt=Mortal|Mortal]] | ||
| − | | Honestly, it is hard | + | | Honestly, it is hard to imagine I was ever so delicious. |
|- | |- | ||
| nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Mage.png|40px|alt=Mage|Mage]] | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Mage.png|40px|alt=Mage|Mage]] | ||
| − | | | + | | I would have laughed when I was told to fear and respect their power, were it not for the person who told me. Still, I can't help but be curious... |
|- | |- | ||
| nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Changeling.png|40px|alt=Changeling|Changeling]] | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Changeling.png|40px|alt=Changeling|Changeling]] | ||
| − | | | + | | Phhhhhhhhhhhbbt-! Really?! Do they taste like Lucky Charms? |
| − | | | + | |- |
| + | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Werewolf2.png|40px|alt=Werewolf|Werewolf]] | ||
| + | | I guarantee I kill fewer kine in a year than one of these lot do in a week. Scary bunch of religious zealots with sub-human impulse control. I wonder, is this how we seem to the Camarilla? | ||
| + | |- | ||
| + | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Wraith.png|40px|alt=Wraith|Wraith]] | ||
| + | | I find no small measure of comfort in knowing that those mortals I have killed may yet linger on to suffer still. | ||
| + | |- | ||
|} | |} | ||
Latest revision as of 11:13, 28 February 2016
|
The hour grows late and the war drums are deafening. If I die again before the reckoning may it be in flames with my brothers and sisters. |
|
Family matters are always a source of confusing feelings, aren't they? What a paranoid, narcissistic lot we are. Perhaps my sire was right to leave me buried to hatch and mature on my own. |
|
Their grandsires awaken on a nightly basis, hungry for the blood of their descendants, and still they play as though the game has no terminus? It's a fine trick, convincing the larder to tend to itself. |
|
Ugh, stop proselytizing and do something about it. Secular nonsense. |
|
Honestly, it is hard to imagine I was ever so delicious. |
|
I would have laughed when I was told to fear and respect their power, were it not for the person who told me. Still, I can't help but be curious... |
|
Phhhhhhhhhhhbbt-! Really?! Do they taste like Lucky Charms? |
|
I guarantee I kill fewer kine in a year than one of these lot do in a week. Scary bunch of religious zealots with sub-human impulse control. I wonder, is this how we seem to the Camarilla? |
|
I find no small measure of comfort in knowing that those mortals I have killed may yet linger on to suffer still. |
