LOVE AND DEATH, LIGHT AND DARKNESS, AND ALL THOSE FUCKED UP THINGS: Chapter 1
Journal entry of July 28, 1999
"Ever since the tragedy of the downfall of the Real Vampyres chatroom I have been trying to gather all of my old friends back and I am also aiding my good friend Puck in the reunion of RV, Hopefully we succeed and bring back the people we chatted with so much that we have grown to love no matter how much hate there was between us and the people who didn't agree to how we where."
Entry of Ravnos, ex Arch-Bishop of Real Vampyres.
"Greetings and salutations." a voice speaks from the the air.
"Welcome to my lair of the catacombs under the cemetery of the Lost Souls."
As you stare around laterns start to flicker and you see a comfortable couch by a fireplace, and a across from the couch is a old europian chair that appears to be from the renassance time period. You feel a chilling breeze as something blows by you and in the chair a figure materlizes.
"My name is Ravnos, I am the ex-Arch-Bishop of the Real Vampyres chatroom."
You notice he is wearing a harley davidson shirt black pants and old fashion cowboy boots that are also black. You you ask about the Real Vampyre chatroom
"Please ahve a seat and I shall explain." You sit on the couch and it is quite comfortable. "The room is nothing more than wasteland. This is was world of vampyres, werewolfs, and other sorts of travelers seems to be no more than a once in a great time existance which has hardly or no meaning at all. The people come here once in awhile but it is very rare to run into old fiends who use to go there frequently. Maybe someday they'll all return, maybe someday Real Vampyres shall have a meaning again. But for now, it is only a distant dream that me and my friends grasp for."
"Anyways, I have found new friends and I am doing my best in the reunion, I hope you enjoy my page and if you would please mark in my guestbook you where here." He begins to fade. "Oh, I apologize about my obession about Real Vampyres, you would have to be there to understand. Please have fun and take care..." He vanishes like thin air.
You look around at the paintings and they seem to be alive. They ripple like water. You here a voice in your head."Touch one..."
Valkyria's Webpage
Fantasy Ladies of Art
Here is me pet Bubba to present my family list.
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