gorgenmast

The vampre princes part 2

Not dead or ghosting. I've got my opening post outlined but this phrasing—

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—makes me think I should hold off and wait to be sure that it won't ruin whatever this guy's putting together.

@pugbutter

Oh jeez, I just saw this. Please go ahead and post. I am not flaking either, just haven't had time

The vampre princes part 2

or even throw me a nasty surprise IC

@pugbutter

dis be how i do

The vampre princes part 2

I really enjoyed the Gharekh story, pug! Extremely well-written.

I have been considering my next post, and now I want to try to draw Gharekh into the coming plot arc somehow if I can. I'll post shortly but don't feel obligated to wait for me.

The vampre princes part 2

I'm a few paragraphs deep into the backstory segment of the app. The rest is ready to go. So all in all I'm about halfway done and I can have it finished on a day when I don't come home exhausted from work.

@pugbutter

Yer a good man, laddeh

Resident evil: The escape

i'm at the Knowhere bar in Raccoon Heights with a buddy atm. kinda lame tbh, gonna try to get out of here soon. wby?

Lee gave the text a quick re-read before sending it off. The warm blue light of the iPhone screen illuminated his face as he waited a few moments to see if he would get an immediate response. He soon gave up waiting and slid the phone back into the pocket of his black slacks before killing off his Heineken, the empty bottle clinked as Lee set it onto the booth table with drunken gracelessness. He scanned across the dimly-lit bar and surveyed the other bargoers, most of whom were clustered around the bar itself. The majority of the patrons were dudes of the hipster persuasion - proudly sporting thick-rimmed glasses and bushy, unkempt beards as they sipped from mugs of bitter IPAs. The ratio of girls to guys was pretty lousy, maybe one girl for every five or six guys, and most of those girls were too fat for Lee's liking.

This place is a sausage-fest, Lee thought to himself as he fished his phone back out of his pocket. No wonder Chad likes this place so much.

Lee saw Chad in the middle of a knot of bargoers, carrying on what appeared to be a lively conversation with two hipsters seated at the bar. He had always been envious of Chad's wit and charisma; how he was instantly liked even by complete strangers. And though Lee was perfectly straight, he couldn't deny that Chad was an extremely handsome guy. His hair was combed over into the douchebag pompadour universally loved by dudebros the world over, but with his manicured goatee dressing his pointed jawline, Chad was somehow able to pull it off. His intentionally-tight polo and khakis showcased the physique of an underwear model. Chad caught Lee scrolling through his phone out of the corner of his eye and dismissed himself from his new friends before making his way over to Lee's booth at the rear of the bar.

"Well if it isn't Mister Wallflower, playing on his phone in the corner like the fuckin' dunce he is," Chad quipped, planting a fresh pair of Heinekens on the table. "You swiping right now?"

"Yeah," Lee sighed. "The prospects here aren't that great."

"Bull-shit, my dude," Chad said, sliding the Heineken over to Lee. "I count one-two-three-four... five eligible bachelorettes."

"Buncha fatties," Lee dismissed as he tapped the pink tile of the Tinder app on his phone.

"Like... two of them are actually fat," Chad corrected. "That one over there though, even I might consider taking her home."

"Not when you have the pick of the litter of gay hipsters to choose from," Lee dismissed as the Tinder app presented him with the profiles of young women. He gave a few left swipes as Chad slid down in the booth seat beside him and watched as Lee swiped through the girls that cropped up on his screen.

The first girl that Chad witnessed was a blonde college-aged girl whose profile picture was a mirror selfie of her seated atop a bathroom vanity with a skimpy bikini.

"Paige, 24," Chad read aloud. "Add me on Instagram at-" Lee swiping left on the girl interrupted Chad mid-sentence.

"She was fuckin' foxxy, dude. Why didn't you swipe right?"

"If they only say their Instagram account, then they're just attention whores and don't actually want to meet up."

"Felicity, 26..." Chad read as Lee moved on to the next Tinder profile: a sweater-clad woman with curly hair hugging a toddler in a field of bright orange pumpkins. "Assistant Human Resources Coordinator at Umbrella Corporation. Love the beach, hiking, and nature. Let's go to the zoo. Looking for the Jim to my Pam. She seems nice, dude." Lee didn't agree and once again swiped left.

"Single mom," Lee explained. "And I fucking hate the Office."

Lee swiped left on another two girls before finally swiping right.

"Whoa," Chad interjected. "You swiped right on her? And yet you won't talk to any of the ladies at the bar? Not gonna lie, my dude, sometimes I wonder if you are actually straight."

Lee groaned as Chad began once again with the 'Are you really straight?' routine. He was convinced that Chad only hung out with him for the off-chance of one day getting in his pants, and to Lee's irritation, would always find ways to question his sexuality. It was almost enough for Lee to not even bother spending time with Chad, but even after moving to Raccoon City for work after college almost a year ago, his upstairs neighbor was still the only friend he had in this town.

Lee mentally braced himself for the coming barrage of questions regarding his sexual preferences, but a change in the music seemed to have thankfully distracted Chad.

"Oh shit, is that... Yes! This is my fucking jam, dude!"

The bubbly beat of Heart of Glass by Blondie playing loudly through the bar elicited shouts of enthusiasm from many of the other bargoers.

"ONCE I HAD A LOVE, AND IT WAS A GAAAAS!" Chad began singing right into Lee's ear. "SOON TURNED OUT, HAD A HEART OF GLASS! SEEMED IT WAS THE REAL THING, ONLY TO FIIIIND, ...SOMETHING SOMETHING, LOVE'S GONE BEHIND!"

"Why do bars always do this? Why do they have to have the music so loud you can't even think straight?"

"It forces you to talk right in somebody's ear if you want to say something to them!" Chad practically shouted in Lee's ear. "Makes you get nice and close, just like this!" Chad proceeded to lick Lee's ear. He instantly squirmed away in revulsion, prompting uproarious laughter from Chad.

"Fucking horndog!" Lee snarled.

"You love it, you just haven't accepted it... yet."

"I gotta take a leak," Lee groaned. Chad got up out of his seat and let Lee out to use the bathroom, but not without giving him a playful slap on the ass as he went by.

"I'll try to get you a girlfriend on Tinder in the meantime. Even though, deep down, you'd rather have a boyfriend."

Lee rolled his eyes as he went to the very back of the bar to the men's bathroom. The music, though still clearly audible, was thankfully quieter in here. Lee unzipped his black slacks and the white button up he had worn to the office that day and relieved himself in the urinal. He absent-mindedly looked at the peeling band stickers stuck to the urinal dividers when he noticed the music abruptly cut out, followed by the groans of the bargoers.

Thank god, Lee whispered to himself.

A few seconds of silence were followed by the heart-stopping buzzing of an emergency alert system broadcast. Lee paid little attention to the alert, assuming it to be an Amber Alert broadcast over the phone of the bartender that was using their Spotify to play music for the bar. He reached into his pocket to get his own phone see what the alert was for, and then remembered that he left his phone on the table with Chad. Lee zipped back up and tucked his shirt back into his pants before going to wash his hands. As he lathered his hands with soap, he was surprised to faintly hear the alert system's computerized voice was still talking, though he couldn't make out what it was saying. Odd, Lee thought. Usually these Amber Alert messages were fairly brief, but this one had gone on for at least a full minute now.

As he reached to shut off the water - the lights suddenly went out - eliciting a few shouts from the bar. Lee was plunged in pitch blackness and so he felt around for his way out. Being fairly drunk and in an unfamiliar bathroom, Lee stumbled over the trashcan for the paper towels and fell face-first onto the concrete floor, knocking him out cold at once.

Resident evil: The escape

Name: Lee Kenefick
Age: 22
Used to work (or study) as: Consulting Analyst
Weapon (no guns!): A Leatherman multitool he was gifted a few Christmases back
Equipment: iPhone X, wallet, apartment keys, Leatherman
Raccoon City ist verloren

Name Change Request

Can I get a name change also? I would like it to be "TerrySchiavoTwerkTeam".

The Vampire princes

Bring this back.

@pugbutter

Okay.

The vampre princes part 2

Name: Dregen the Craven
Age: Nearly 2,000 years old
Powers: Mind probing, mind control of dimmer mortals

Bio: After the assassination of King Zachaeus, Dregen is now the oldest vampire anywhere in the world. He is the last surviving contemporary of the vampire lord Nosferas, having lived under his iron-fisted rule over mortal men and vampire alike. Unlike Zachaeus, who secretly despised Nosferas, Dregen happily served under the undead tyrant and eagerly administered Nosferas' dominion in exchange for a safe and pampered life. When Van, the first vampire hunter, slew Nosferas and his vassals warred against each other, Dregen went into hiding. When Zachaeus and the men who served him won against the rival vampires, Dregen found refuge in the icy polar wastelands far to the north to escape Zachaeus' wrath. For centuries, Dregen has eked out a meager existence in an extremely harsh environment, hiding from Zachaeus or any vampire hunters. In spite of his extreme isolation, Dregen has learned of the power struggle between Edward and Ulrek Bathory and the chaos that has befallen the Land Under Shadows.

The vampre princes part 2

Twenty-seven years ago,

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Windblown ice drifted across the frozen ground, blowing over the Earth in wispy veils of white. Biting, icy wind howled across a frozen hellscape utterly devoid of any life. Nothing could be seen under the hazy, gray sky but endless white interrupted only by the occasional outcropping of black basalt jutting out from under a crust of snow. Few other lands were so harsh in the dead of winter.

But here in the very northernmost lands in all the world, it was only early autumn.

Such a climate made even the rather disagreeable weather of the Lands Under Shadow seem as pleasant as the mildest of the Jade Isles. North of the fjords of the Broken Lands, across frigid waters of the Thousand Teeth, was a land so remote and inhospitable that it had no name in any civilized tongue. The Seal-Eaters had some names for this place in their incomprehensible language, but even they rarely ventured beyond the icy coasts. Seals and walruses - the only things of interest to those primitive folk - occupied only the coastal areas. The icy heart of that septentrional continent belonged to no man.

That was not to say that this place was completely uninhabited. Deep inside a narrow fissure within a crag of icy rock was the haunt of perhaps this land's only inhabitant, and one of the few vampires left in the world.

"Thaw, damn you," snarled the occupant of this dank lair as he tossed another patty of dried muskox dung into a firepit of coals and anemic flames. The freeze-dried lump of oxshit crackled as it slowly ignited, illuminating the corpse of a Seal-Eater strung up over the fire by a sinew rope tied around his ankles. Frozen absolutely solid, his round, pale face was perpetually frozen into the terrified howl that punctuated his brutal life. Even the hatchet that the vampire had buried in his belly months ago was still there, intentionally left in the petrified corpse so as to keep as much precious blood inside the body.

Drops of mucus from inside the frozen cadaver's nostrils melted from the warmth of the fire, dropping and sizzling angrily on the coals directly below. The drops of moisture raised the vampire's hopes that his victim would thaw soon. Producing a jagged knife from the tattered folds of a robe of animal hides, the vampire made an incision across the Seal-Eater's bony cheek. Freshly-melted blood dripped at a teasingly-slow rate from the cut, each of which the vampire greedily captured in a bowl fashioned from a human skull. The incision would clot shortly, especially given that the vast majority of the corpse's blood remained locked inside his frozen veins, but it would yield enough to hold the starving vampire over for a few hours while the rest of the cadaver thawed out. Hardly a spoonful of dark red blood had pooled at the bottom of the skull before the vampire gulped it down.

"Blegh," the vampire grunted, scraping the blood off his tongue with yellowed, jagged fangs. "You taste positively dreadful," the vampire complained to the corpse hanging in front of him. "No sweetness at all. Fishy, just like the seals your kind eat."

"You know, I've tasted a great many of your kind over the centuries," the vampire continued on, holding the bowl under the sliced cheek to collect the occasional droplet of blood. "Dining options are rather limited in these latitudes, and admittedly I have never cared for the flavor of your people. That said, I must confess that you, sir, have the dubious honor of being the most unpleasant-tasting fellow I have ever fed on."

A spittle of melted saliva dripping from the corner of the Seal-Eater's mouth and sizzling in the fire was the only response.

"Such an honor is not conferred lightly, sir. Over my long life, I have tasted the blood of every race of man in this world. Even by the standards of my kind, I am very advanced in age. We vampires are immortal, you see, and the only things that can kill us are silver, sunlight, or a wooden stake in the heart. Seeing that the nearest woody shrubs grow fifty leagues south of here, that your people haven't developed even the most basic metallurgy, and that the sun doesn't shine here for nearly two months in the winter... I am rather safe here. There is a price to pay for such safety, to be sure. But, if you are to survive to be nearly two thousand years old, you have to make some sacrifices."

"Some of my peers might call me a coward for the lengths I have gone to ensure such a long life. 'Dregen the Craven', some have called me." The vampire gave a shrug, cupping the skull bowl in his bony fingers all the while.

"Admittedly not an entirely dishonest moniker," Dregen rambled on. "But what was I supposed to do? I was a minister under Lord Nosferas, not a warrior. My strength was not in fighting, but in problem solving. And so when Nosferas was killed and Zachaeus led mortal men in his war against other vampires, I solved that problem the best way I knew how: I disappeared! I traveled up to this desolate place and let all the other vampires kill themselves and forget that I ever existed. Those that called me Dregen the Craven? All but a handful of them are dead. Zachaeus is too busy ruling the Lands Under Shadow and managing his idiot children to pay any mind to his cousin Dregen banished to the very edge of the world."

"I'd be a liar, though, if I said I didn't miss life down south, back during the times under Lord Nosferas. He was a tyrant to be sure, but those loyal to him could count on his protection. A little freedom was a small price to pay for a good bloodmeal, or more stimulating company than a dead Seal-Eater."

Moisture was beginning to drip from the ears and mouth of the upside-down corpse at a steady rate now. Dregen gave a pinch of the Seal-Eater's throat, testing to see if his jugular had thawed out yet. The vampire had nearly slit the half-thawed throat when he felt the presence of an intruder in the cave.

Dregen spun on his heels toward the entrance of his lair, hunching over his dagger as he stared wide-eyed out into the icy wasteland outside.

"Chkuna tklakak nag 'tmek!" Dregen warned in the guttural tongue of the Seal-Eaters. "Begone, or I'll kill you!" He repeated in his preferred language. Only the howl of icy winds outside his cave could be heard in response. Several tense moments passed before Dregen saw what had disturbed him.

Fluttering against the frigid wind outside, a tiny, solitary bat flew in from the blizzard and perched itself on the vampire's arm. It was nearly dead from exhaustion, with numerous pinholes and nicks in its membranous wings earned from what must have been an arduous journey from God knows where.

"What a curious visitor!" Dregen exclaimed - immediately relieved of his initial fear as he examined the bat clinging to the sleeves of his crudely-stitched robe. "You are a very long way from home, my little friend; at least a hundred leagues my estimation. Just look at your wings! What could have possibly possessed you to fly so far north?"

The shivering bat stared into Dregen's eyes as the vampire probed the little bat's memory. Dregen's eyes once again went wide with surprise.

"You've flown so very far, my little friend. Too far to jest about such a thing. But how can that be?"

The vampire probed the bat's mind and saw into its memories once more.

"How can that possibly be true?" Dregen asked again. "Zachaeus and his heirs are all gone?"