I waited in the bar for at least 3 hours before I saw him. Creeden Clenore, a friend of a friend of Felipe's, whatever that really means. I had borrowed a large aggregation of money from this character. Creeden was would inherently a vampiric chronicle of Al Capone. It was not a clever thing to do if you were to borrow from this man and not pay him back. If he can't trust you farther than he can throw you, you're as good as dead. Providentially, that wasn't my case in full.

( a fool. )

I can't sleep and it's driving me up the wall.

(( Vampires: Your character can fall upon this letter if you wish; I actually encourage you to do so. ;) ))

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( the letter. )

This has nothing to do with the game, but this video made me laugh. Danny's a funny dude, that's for sure. I like how he throws in some made-up thing then says, "Ahh, I dunno." And on top of it, laughs at himself. Good stuff.

Felipe. Where can I start with him? He was my inspiration. My mentor, friend, and even some of the times foe. He was a relationship like no other I have had (as a friend). I can only recall the time I met him. I was a young boy, bleeding from the neck and changing into something I never thought existed. Of course at the time I had not one clue as to what I was becoming. Or why. Or how. I just knew my body was changing with each stumbling step I took in the dark.

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I had to wait until the sun fell down before I was able to walk the streets. My attire made me look like fool: a chalk stripe suit with the usual accessories, along with my usual distressed boots, and a black Simpson bowler hat I had managed to steal from a man who looked at me the wrong way. Problem was, I lost my god damn tie. I looked like a child who had dressed himself, unable to put a simple outfit together. The suit had been taken off of a different man, given to me by Felipe only hours ago. It fit well, and I believe I remember hearing him say that he tried to find my exact match.

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