Anastasia Zantosa/Stereotypes

Vampires: Bringers of life! Ironic, right?

Camarilla: Yawn.

Sabbat: My heart belongs to Daddy...

Independent: I guess they got that stick so far up their collective ass by sitting on the fence for so long.

Werewolves: Go back to your kennel, pooch.

Wraiths: What? I don't care. I don't plan to join them.

Changelings: Now, these guys can party. And they squeak nicely when you bite them.

Mortals: The kine are either for food, fucking, or flaying. Nothing else.

Demons: Are you serious?