-- Alexis, Brujah Anarch
-- Armitage, Toreador Archon
"What the fuck did he just say?"
"Fix New York or I will."
"Oh, I don't have a clue -- I was asking a question, not telling a joke."
-- Grendel, former Anarch and current Prince of the Bronx
To you all, I say: Come get me."
-- Grendel, Prince of the Bronx
-- Elijah Hightower, Prince of Brooklyn
--- Jeremiah Hartwood
-- Nero Black, Tremere Pontifex of Boston
-- Ransom, Brujah
-- Rao, Hindu Brujah
--- Veronique
Why am I such a bitch? Why are you such a fucking moron to be asking me that? You really want to know? Ain't my fault my sire was an insensitive prick and embraced me at the wrong time of the month. If you had been on the rag for a couple of hundred years, how the hell would you feel?
"You sent a letter to Democritus telling him he was WRONG? Aw, fuck me."
"It is increasingly palpable that New Amsterdam's system of oligarchy has been found wanting. One might construe that the culpability rests on the superfluous division of authority between four increasingly impotent monarchs. Contrarily, it could be due to one insufferably execrable, cantankerous Brujah iconoclast.
Regardless of proprietorship of said onus, should the ceaseless posturing continue to flummox internal endeavors to reestablish solidarity in a propitous, punctural and perdurable fashion, external pressures may be beckoned from afar to find a rejoinder.
Should such intervention become cardinal, it should be inherently pellucid to observers that the less operose approach will be to raze the entirety of the Cainite landscape and repopulate."
--- Democritus, Ventrue Justicar
-- nearby Kindred.
"Say, what's the difference between a Toreador and a spineless fish?"
"If the Primogen doesn't like it, fuck the Primogen.
If the other Princes don't like it, fuck the Princes.
If Democritus doesn't like it, fuck Democritus.
(in an excerpt from his Manifesto)
My favorite part of being a vampire?
I could have the employment of 50,000 men terminated with but a word. The New York City Mafia would rub anyone out if I so desired. My personal wealth is rapidly approaching one trillion dollars. I have the power to control men's minds with the sound of my voice. I am the Prince of a city of over two million people, my word is the law. I will never grow old and die.
You see this cigar? I smoke ten of these, give or take a couple, every night. I have for the last three hundred years or so. My favorite part of being immortal? I can do this every night and never have to worry about getting cancer.
"I like em all -- blondes, redheads, brunettes. Race, height, IQ, cup size, freak factor, none of them matter. They come in all shapes, sizes and colors, man. Gorgeous, Pretty, pretty ugly, or downright double-baggers, I don't care, they all got their ups and downs. But you know the one thing I really want in a girl?"
"Me."
Good morning. You certainly are a late riser. I see by your face you are unpleasantly surprised to see me. More importantly, for your sake, I see fear.
Why would I invade your personal space and prove I know where your haven is and yet not finish the job? Would that not make an enemy of you? I did this because it is important to YOUR well-being that you realize you are not a threat to me. Do not test my patience. Why am I am not killing you now?
We’ve had trouble from you in the past. If we have any more, I will personally kill you. I am not the Prince -- I am far stronger than he and far less forgiving. Why am I not killing you?
It's not because I fear the wrath of the so-called Prince. Nor is it because I doubt my ability to do so. I do it simply because I do not wish to create a martyr.
And most importantly, your blood just isn't thick enough to be worth anything at all.
"Got a joke for you: Why did God give Ventrue Fortitude?"
"That way the stick up their ass don't hurt so much."
"By the arms of Vishnu, I swear I did not sink your boat."
"So, this little event you are telling me about? Why would I want to attend a "theatrical event" in Newark? Doesn't that seem somewhat of a -- hold on a second.
Ginger -- use a little extra lubrication there. Oh, and get an ice cube on those -- she just doesn't look interested.
Now, what were you saying?"
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