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<blockquote data-quote="werk" data-source="post: 3247882" data-attributes="member: 29663">I don't know if it was stupid, but it was pretty entertaining...A little set-up:This was my first session playing vampire, and I was playing a gangster (think crips/bloods) that had just been embraced so that I wouldn't die from a gunshot wound that I had gotten last session as an important NPC.&nbsp; There were two other vampires, the oldest, that had embraced me, had a back story that he was a fur trapper that had been embraced early in the 'new world' by a catiff that didn't really like the camarilla and had soon after fallen and become trapped in an ice cave only to wake up hundreds of years later.&nbsp; The other vampire was also embraced by our ice man, fairly recently, and was travelling with him.I woke up, undead, and hungry.&nbsp; They hurriedly explained that I was a vampire, etc, etc, and that I'd need to get someone to drink then I could heal myself.&nbsp; Sounds good to me!&nbsp; So we basically jumped in my car, drove to the burbs, knocked on a door (covered in blood and whatnot), asked to use the phone as there had been an accident.&nbsp; They didn't want to let us in, so we smashed in the door and set to eating the family...off-handedly named 'The Simpsons'.&nbsp; Husband, wife, son, daughter, dog, cat.So I'm sucking on the wife, and the GM says, do you stop drinking or do you kill her.&nbsp; I figured I'm low on blood, so I suck her dry.&nbsp; So he asks again, am I sure that I kill her.&nbsp; I said sure, and spouted something I thought a gangster would say about killing marge simpson.&nbsp; Flip ahead a bit and the whole family is dead and we are eyeing the next house over.The GM asks, why are you guys killing everyone, what about the beast, what about the masquerade?&nbsp; I explained that I was was recently embraced and knew nothing about those things (I, as a player, did, but not as a character).&nbsp; So he looked at the middle vamp, who shrugged and said ditto.&nbsp; So he looked at the last, oldest, sire vampire, and he shrugged and said, My sire hated that stuff.That's pretty much where the campaign took a nose dive.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="werk, post: 3247882, member: 29663"] I don't know if it was stupid, but it was pretty entertaining... A little set-up: This was my first session playing vampire, and I was playing a gangster (think crips/bloods) that had just been embraced so that I wouldn't die from a gunshot wound that I had gotten last session as an important NPC. There were two other vampires, the oldest, that had embraced me, had a back story that he was a fur trapper that had been embraced early in the 'new world' by a catiff that didn't really like the camarilla and had soon after fallen and become trapped in an ice cave only to wake up hundreds of years later. The other vampire was also embraced by our ice man, fairly recently, and was travelling with him. I woke up, undead, and hungry. They hurriedly explained that I was a vampire, etc, etc, and that I'd need to get someone to drink then I could heal myself. Sounds good to me! So we basically jumped in my car, drove to the burbs, knocked on a door (covered in blood and whatnot), asked to use the phone as there had been an accident. They didn't want to let us in, so we smashed in the door and set to eating the family...off-handedly named 'The Simpsons'. Husband, wife, son, daughter, dog, cat. So I'm sucking on the wife, and the GM says, do you stop drinking or do you kill her. I figured I'm low on blood, so I suck her dry. So he asks again, am I sure that I kill her. I said sure, and spouted something I thought a gangster would say about killing marge simpson. Flip ahead a bit and the whole family is dead and we are eyeing the next house over. The GM asks, why are you guys killing everyone, what about the beast, what about the masquerade? I explained that I was was recently embraced and knew nothing about those things (I, as a player, did, but not as a character). So he looked at the middle vamp, who shrugged and said ditto. So he looked at the last, oldest, sire vampire, and he shrugged and said, My sire hated that stuff. That's pretty much where the campaign took a nose dive. [/QUOTE]

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