a flea among ticks

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The Steampunk Cyberpunk Goth Matrix people actually came into where I work about a week ago. One felt more "living" than anyone I've ever met, one had some extreme body modifications including extended floating ribs, one was high, and the other three were speaking only in Iambic pentameter with matching jewelery and masks, each in different materials.

I work at a burger place that I've noticed is somewhat close to a casino called "Embers of Eden" and thought that there's no way it's not run by supernaturals. I do wonder what everyone thinks is the kind of supernatural being that might be behind those doors, though.

I've noticed time seems to feel more like long stretches of low detail survival broken up by the odd complication. Can anyone tell me if this is because I'm an ageless undead, or because I'm still sort of me?

Since vampires exist, I should probably be a bit more open-minded about the supernatural. I figured I might as well make a list for more public reference, even with my flawed knowledge of it. I'm including everything I've heard anything about, even if I have doubts. If you want to know more, turn to the Nosferatu. I hear that their invisibility and natural experience with hiding works wonders for gathering intelligence.

Having unlived for over a year now, the real worst part of being "of the blood" is probably that our condition seems to have been tailor-made to create as many abusive dynamics as possible. The Camarilla is a feudal system that keeps itself in power by having the strongest on its side and on the top, the Blood Bond and its variants are all addictive as hell while forcing total subservience, feeding is also addictive for the victim from what I've observed.

Looking through my doubly late sire's scholarly resources is pretty interesting. So far, it's mostly just incomplete studies on the nature of Vitae, which I think is vampire blood going by how it's described.

The only part of the masquerade I have a hard time getting behind is that I'll never get to have that big dramatic build up from stories where there's a hallway lined with portraits of myself dressed in finery, even the youngest having aged decades and gathering dust, all while I break a mirror the next room over just to scare the shit out of nervous guests with the sound.