[@boomlover]Yeah, I'm late to the party but I got one for you. A quote from that moment was in my profile for a while. It was a Vampire the Requiem LARP. Me, and about 25 other people were gathering every week to play at the university student union building. We were in the Shrouded Arbor's branch of the Camarilla Club (the official White Wolf group). I was playing a gangrel vetrinarian and had just opened my pet clinic to the other vampires for the night for gathering where we sit around and shoot the brease, when my AST (assistant storyteller) pulls me to the side and says "Your character might actually be dead right now. I got a down time action from four new players saying they went to your house to kill you, but I told them that's way too big for a DT action so they want a side scene."

Newbs, ya'know? Always gotta show up and piss in the coolaid but whatever, my character was active and over two years old (lots of EXP wisely spent) so I'm like sure I can take these clowns, so we go to the side scene and it's happening at my character's house. "How'd they know where I live?" I ask, and was told they hacked the security of my clinic to see where the bills went. Unnecessary, because the address is on the licence which is public record (not to mention in the white pages of the phone book), but he's got the stat spread to do it so I roll with it.

Anyway, the four guys show up and say "Anderson we're here to kill you." I look them up and down and force out a condecending laugh. (That's how gangrels roll.) "No your covenant leader has sent you here with orders to kill me. There [i]is[/i] a distinction." It was something that was painfully obvious since I as a covenant leader myself had been beefing with him for almost the entire time I've known him. Mr. Moon was his name and he was nearly four years my senior (of actual play time). I asked the players in character what they had been told about Dr. Anderson and to no one's suprise a lot of important facts were left out.

So, I enlightened them of my exploits, while punching up the language some (that's just how Carthians roll). Anderson was the only character in the domain to kill one or more player characters in every other venue that White Wolf had books for (Mage, Changeling, Wearwolf, Spirts, Ghiest, etc). The equivalent in rank to their covenant leader, and a leader of my own right. My age in the city (two years is a large combat advantage) and my connections. They would not be persuaded to back down. Intent to proceed and earn status as fresh kindred to kill an elder (quallified by exp amount not actual status in the city) they made the poor decision of saying: "Shut up, Anderson. You can't take all of us." 

I prepared myself for combat and admitted: "True, but I defiantly can kill two, if not three of you." This stunned them for a moment and I happily added: "Which is really strange, because I cannot kill Mr. Moon. So, it would be at most an inconvienence for him to kill me himself." Producing my gangrel claws I asked: "Which of you are willing to die for Mr. Moon's convienence?" None were eager to step forward so before combat truly began I bluffed: "Oh, and you should know, that my wife has already called the police. They will be here within five minutes. So, the survivor wins a masquerade breach and will most certainly be delt with severely." 

"Fuck you Anderson!" They muttered as they started backing away to regroup and reconsider if what I had told them was true. And, before I let them leave I reached into my pocket and produced a business card. "If you ever feel like you want to stop being disposable long enough to move up in the world. You call this number."

They looked down and asked if it was mine. "No, it's someone whose opinion actually matters." I responded, "Careful though," I cautioned, "unlike myself he could actually kill all of you if you rub him the wrong way."

It wasn't my card. It was the card of another player character: the one who was the Carthian leader before me. 

After the side scene I sit back down in the scene happening in Anderson's clinic. Mr. Moon walks in and is shocked to see me wearing my Dr. Anderson badge. I get up and fetch a rat and basically rub it in his face asking: "Can I offer you a beverage?"

That player I mentioned called me the next day and told me he got 7 new players (the four players and their girl friends) asking to speak with his character, and asking if I really gave them the card, and if so for the circumstances surrounding that interaction. He told me they told him they went to kill my character and were invited to join the covenant instead and, not only that, they were going to take me up on the offer. He just couldn't quite wrap his head around it.

Well, that's a Ventrue for you.