Archief - Vampire Bloodlines, een echte sequel?

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Malkavian

Legacy Member
downset818 zei:
tsk tsk, in den boek van WW staat dat ge geen speelgoedzwaarden moogt gebruiken hé :)

kaartjes, die zorgen voor de oplossing! storm daar maar eens op uw vijand mee af...

Fantasy Larp is geen WW hé ;)

Ultimate zei:
en LARPen, beh.....als er wa in limburg gebeurde zou ik het checken (kan moeilijk een dagske naar A'pen..want waar vebrlijf ik dan enzo?). Ma gelijk ik nu hier zit is er weinig kans op.

Een Fantasy Larp is meestal 2-3 dagen dus geen probleem voor slapen ;) da is voorzien

0m3g4

Legacy Member
Ultimate zei:
samedi gead (wat een moeite...)

maar ik wil wel wat meer weten over den geschiedenis (om het zo te zeggen...tenminste weten wie de eerste kinderen waren van cain...waarom ze welke discipline/levenstijl kozen, etc...)

De eerste Childer van Cain zijn de Antidiluvians, volgens mij hebben ze niet echt een levenstijl gekozen maar hebben ze elk een specifieke eigenschap gekregen van Cain en dat als hun main karakter/fysieke trek hebben ontwikkeld.

grievie

Legacy Member
Zou ge de backgroundstory ook ni tijdens het spel leren kennen?
Allez ik heb den 1 nooit gespeeld, ma ik kijk wel uit naar bloodlines.

Ik zou toch veronderstellen dat ge een basis van de achterliggende verhalen meekrijgt, al is het maar via:
npc : kill blabla
you : who's blabla
npc : <insert backgroundstory>

Kepa

Legacy Member
malkavian zei:
Als je de legende kunt geloven zag Malkav "zijn Vader" Cain rondlopen en enorm aan het piekeren. Toen Malkav naar Cain stapte en vroeg wat er scheelde zei Cain dat Malkav het nooit zou kunnen begrijpen. Waarop Malkav aandrong en bleef pushen om toch te zeggen wat er scheelde. Cain zei dat hij de helft van zijn probleem zou laten zien. Het probleem was eigenlijk de waarheid van het leven. Toen Malkav de helft van die waarheid zag is em zot geworden, en zorgde hij ervoor dat ieder lid van de clan malkavian een knik in de kabel heeft.

zo van die verhaalkes... :)

downset818

Legacy Member
omega, ge zit er een beetje naast. de kleinkinderen van cain zijn de antediluvians.

de antediluvians (derde generatie) hebben hun voorlopers uitgemoord. allez, over haqim ben ik ni zeker, die kan tweede zijn.

Malkavian

Legacy Member
Omdat "iedereen" er achter vraag ;)
Hier enkele verhaaltjes :D



Antedeluvian Poker
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Saturday Night:
About 3.42am:
The Lair of the Antediluvian of the Gangrel:
The Scene:
A large Egyptian Pyramid; we are inside. It is a massive area, covered in dust; ancient tombs surround the walls; the whole place stinks of decay and death. In the centre of the room sit a group of Kindred, playing cards. (A single light hanging from the ceiling illuminates the whole scene).


Gangrel: I see your Chicago and I raise you the Black Forest. (Long silence).

Tremere: Match you the Black Forest and I raise you the Mona Lisa.

Toreador: You can't do that. (Short silence).

Tremere: Pardon?

Toreador: You can't do that?

Tremere: Why not?

Toreador: I own the Mona Lisa.

Tremere: No you don't.

Toreador: Yes I do. It's in Paris, the greatest of Toreador cities, I own it, I control it, and it's mine.

Tremere: No it's not. I've got it here. (Sound of scuffling and a large piece of cloth being unrolled). (Long Silence).

Toreador: You bastard!!! How did you get that?

Tremere: Variation on Intent of White Missive, took a while to get the Ritual of Holding done correctly, but nobody's noticed the fake yet.

Toreador: You complete and utter bastard! How could you? You swine, you fiend, you beast. One of the greatest works of art ever created, one of the finest pieces...(ad infinitum)

Nosferatu: (Whispered) She does go on at times, doesn't she?

Assam: Well, no discipline, those Toreador.

Malkav: Actually they have several.

Assam: Oh piss off you loon!

Malkav: THAT'S not very nice! Just because you got more Physical traits than me! (SULK!)

Nosferatu: Assam, couldn't you Quietus her up a bit? Just so we could get a word in edgeways.

Assam: Can't do it pretty boy. It would cover the entire room at my level- problems with Superior Disciplines. Anyway, she's got 'majesty' on and you know how complicated it gets negating all those Social traits...

Nosferatu: Arse! Hey, Tremere, sort it! (meanwhile)

Toreador:... how long he spent labouring over that painting; the trials and tribulations we went through to protect it from the Brujah; the intricate beauty of the cross strokes; it's priceless, something to be shared, something the world needs to live by, something...

Tremere: SHUT UP YOU AIRHEAD BINT!!! (Silence).

Nosferatu (aside): I bet that cost him a willpower not to frenzy.

Assam: (aside) Damn right.

Tremere: Look, Toreador. I'm sorry. Can we stop for a second. Why don't you just stop shouting and stare at the pretty picture?

Toreador: No, I shall not... Look Tremere, if you think that you can just go through eternity and lie and cheat...and be nasty to those of...us...who...have...OH! WHAT A PRETTY PICTURE! (Long Silence).

Nosferatu: Thank God for that! I swear these Poker nights are becoming a bore.

Gangrel: Not like the old days.

Nosferatu: Damn right. Not like the old days at all. Them were the days,we would stride the Earth like giants; all was in our sway; nothing opposed us, nothing controlled us...

Malkav: Except for Caine.

Nosferatu: OK, there was Caine. Right, but aside from him, nobody controlled us, nobody stood in our way...

Malkav: Well there was Enoch. (Silence; hard stare)

Nosferatu: Yes, well there WAS Enoch, I'll give you that, but...

Gangrel: And there was the other two.

Tremere: What WERE they called?

Malkav: I don't know; it all depends on which version of the book of Nod you read, one version says they were called...

Nosferatu: OK, OK, so there was Caine and the Second Generation, but I mean, ASIDE from them, who was around to get in the way, who...

Malkav: Lilith.

Tremere: Yeah, Lilith. Haven't seen her in a while.

Gangrel: You never met Lilith.

Tremere: Yes, I have.

Gangrel: You lie. Nobodies seen Lilith in years. You're telling a BIG FIB!

Nosferatu: LOOK! AS I WAS SAYING! ASIDE FROM LILITH AND CAINE AND THE SECOND GENERATION, WHO THE F*CK WAS AROUND TO GET IN OUR WAY BACK IN THE OLD DAYS. (Prolonged silence).

Assam: I didn't know Nosferatu had presence.

Tremere: Neither did I. He was very good, don't you think?

Gangrel: I think they way he leapt up on the table was terribly impressive.

Assam: I think we should show our appreciation. (Sounds of polite, crisp, clapping).

Nosferatu: er...thank you?

Tremere: Don't mention it old chap, very good.

Malkav: Of course you missed out some people.

Nosferatu: What?

Malkav: You missed out some people. The people who kept opposing us; the people who kept stopping us.

Nosferatu: Oh did I? Well, come on then, 'moon-unit', do tell. Who did I miss, eh? Who have I missed off from your precious list?

Malkav: Us, of course. (Long profound silence as assembled company realises that Malkav has actually spoken the truth).

Assam: I hate it when he does that. (Silence).

Nosferatu: Anyway, beside the point. The old days were better. We were all together; all 13 of us. One big gang. Things were great then.

Tremere: What was it like?

Gangrel: Oh, fantastic. You had Brujah trying desperately to teach the Kine how to read (he had to try several thousand times, but he had Temporis back then so it only took him an afternoon)...

Assam: I never liked Brujah.

Malkav: Why not?

Assam: He'd always freeze time just to make sure I'd be caught offside.

Malkav: Yeah, but you'd always Quietus the ref's whistle so nobody knew when you'd fouled.

Gangrel: As I was saying!!! Then there was Ventrue...

Malkav: YEAH!!! Ventrue! What a great guy.

Tremere: You LIKED Ventrue.

Malkav: Yeah, sure, he was madder than I am.

Tremere: Ventrue! Mad!

Assam: Damn right. He use to walk around with a clip-board trying to organise everyone in meetings and stuff like that ALL the time; kept wanting to play with shiny metal; odd bloke.

Gangrel: But that 'money' thing he invented, that took off quite well.

Nosferatu: Yeah, but it will never last.

Tremere: Ventrue, MAD! Well I never...

Nosferatu: Oh yeah. Fruity as a nutcake was 'ole Ventrue.

Gangrel: But then again, Lasombra always found things for him to do.

Malkav: Lasombra, now that was an interesting bloke.

Tremere: Never really knew him too well.

Gangrel: Oh he was alright. Kept to himself usually. Spent a lot of time, alone, in his room. Pity they killed him before the advent of CD player. He would have LOVED the Smiths.

Malkav: Not as much as Cappadocian.

Assam: Now there WAS a loony. Thought he could diablerize God he did. Liked dead things....

Tremere: Don't we all?

Assam: Not the way he did. I mean, it started off harmless enough. Gangrel killed his pet cat...

Gangrel: It was an accident.

Assam: Well then, you should have used KY! I mean, you 'could' have turned into cat form instead of Bengal Tiger...

Gangrel: She liked it that way.

Malkav: Dr. Doolittle and his merry band of perverts strike again!

Assam: Anyway, he got into playing with dead things in a big way since then. He was without a doubt the oddest of the lot of us.

Malkav: Nah, Set was odder.

Tremere: Where is Set?

Set: Over here. (Embarrassed Silence)

Malkav: Don't ask. It's a long story.

Assam: Anyway, Cappadocious (we called him Eric for short), he finally goes haywire. Tries to replace God. We had to find a replacement for him fast.

Tremere: So you chose Giovanni?

Gangrel: Yeah, met him back in the 1250's. He ran this wicked pizza place in Venice- still does I think.

Nosferatu: No that's his cousin.

Gangrel: Which one?

Nosferatu: You know the tall one, with the funny social habits. (Silence)

Gangrel: Which one?

Nosferatu: You KNOW! The old one with the silly beard? The one that was married to the one that was shagging the sister of the cousin of the girl who married the brother of the dad of the one who was caught in bed with the wife of the uncle of the sister of the Elder who slept with the brother of his niece who said that he had a small donga. (Silence)

Gangrel: Which one?

Assam: Anyway, Cappadocian's dead now. Giovanni killed him. And you killed Saulot and Brujah killed Ventrue and Troile killed Brujah, and the Anarchs killed Lasombra and nearly killed Tzi...oops!

Tremere: What was that?

Assam: Oh nothing, nothing at all.

Tremere: What were you going to say?

Assam: Nothing mate honestly. (Malkav sniggers)

Tremere: What's going on. Are you trying to keep something from me?

Gangrel: No, not at all. Assam just got confused, DIDN'T YOU ASSAM? (Sound of a celeritied kick, backed up with high potence, hitting someone with gross Fortitude under the table).

Assam: Er,... Yeah. that was it. I got confused. Comes from my weird background. Honest. (Long suspicious silence)

Malkav: Yeah it got a bit crazy back then. Everyone was killing everyone. Which is why back in the middle ages we came up with the best solution to ending the problems.

Tremere: The Camarilla?

Malkav: No, Poker night. Keeps us going for years. 'Endless Jyhad' and all that.

Tremere: Oh right! Got you now. And that mean's Gehenna is...

Malkav: What we do when we get bored. Right. Now you're getting it. (Silence)

Nosferatu: Actually, while we are on the subject of poker; Tremere about your last hand. Four aces. What was all that chanting you did earlier?

Tremere: Oh, nothing.

Nosferatu: You weren't doing all that 'Intent of White Missive' stuff you mentioned earlier, were you?

Tremere: No heaven forbid.

Nosferatu: You were, weren't you?

Tremere: No, not at all.

Malkav: He's lying. He's got it written all over his aura.

Tremere: Look, OK, so I did. But Nosferatu cheats as well.

Nosferatu:No I don't. (He does. He obfuscates, sneaks round and peers over Malkav's shoulder.)

Malkav: Oh, you big cheat!

Assam: How long have you been doing that you git?

Nosferatu: I don't cheat! C'mon guys. You know me.

Assam: Exactly. Wait a minute. Back in 1475- that flush I had. You did it then, didn't you? I lost Arabia that night, you cheating git... (sounds of petty bickering and the occasional sigh from Toreador).


(Scene: just outside. Two figures illuminated by the pale moonlight).

Caine: You see, THAT's why I don't go back!

Lilith: OK, OK, you made your point.

Malkavian

Legacy Member
The Prankthology
________________________________________________________________________

Disclaimer: High levels of Dominate, Obfuscate, Vissectitude, and Dementate
are highly suggested. 'Course, a good amount of Potence, Fortitude,
and Celerity never hurt anyone. Well, not us anyway...

Disclaimer the Second: If anyone takes any of this seriously, you are
weird. If you don't get help at Charter, get help somewhere. This
is all in fun, twisted as it may be.
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1. Cut off the hands of Koko the gorilla (the one that uses sign language).

2. Turn an entire hotel in Las Vegas into Elvis look-alikes. Give them all
an intense hatred of Elvis.

3. Go to a parachuting school. Replace parachutes with beach blankets.

4. Turn a good number of the Secret Service into clones of the President.
Convince them that they really are.

5. Nab a barber and replace him/her. Give unique haircuts. Use pruning
shears and a chainsaw.

6. Blow up the supports of the Eiffel Tower. (Really irritates the Toreador
and the French.)

7. Switch smoke grenades with real grenades at an Army Reserve drill session.

8. Sneak live ordnance into magazines before a MILES gear exercise.

9. Kill every lawyer who has an ad on TV. (Actually, this should go under
the heading of Public Service...)

10. Change headings of major newspaper to read "Prince ________ Molests
Bass!" (Thanks to v.a.l. for the inspiration on that one...)

11. Release and heavily arm inmates of a maximum security prison.

12. Stage a public hanging. Have the public trial five minutes later. Have
hangees make arguments in their defense. (Be sure to have live news
teams present...)

13. Massacre an entire radio station. Call police and announce on the air
that a certain song is never to be played again. Punish
transgressors. (The song was 'Basketcase'. It let out too many Clan
secrets...)

14. Crash a live-televised awards show. Have fun and act like a Brujah.

15. In New York, get a vendor stand. Sell hot dogs with fingers and
penises in them.

16. Go to a pet store and get several dozen large tarantulas. Find some poor
schlep on the street, and superglue the little critters to him. Drop
him off on a busy street corner and yell, "Look, it's Spiderman!".

17. At meetings, whenever any problem is brought up, any problem at all,
suggest holding a bake sale to cover the costs. Emphasize that oatmeal
raisin cookies will NOT be sold because nobody ever buys them and you
are always left with a styrofoam plate covered in Saran Wrap.

18. Call people by each others names. When they correct you, accuse them of
switching bodies. Force them to show you PROOF that they are who they
say they are.

19. When someone asks who you are, check your ID. You never know.

20. When you're Obfuscated, you can't see anyone. They can't see you, and
that's logic. ("Contrariwise.")

21. Speak a language you don't know. English is a twist on this.

22. Rap.

23. Disco.

24. Invite everyone to the S00PER D00PER MONSTER TRUCK RALLY at the Prince's
house. Hang around outside and yell for beer.

25. Rip off lines from Firesign Theatre and Negativland. "Oh, you mean
NANCY!", "ToNIGHT is THRILL NIGHT!", "guns.", "Passs the Lord and
Praise the Ammunition!", "Read me Doctor Memory.", "And we had to throw
it awaaaaay.", "Available in three sizes: Little Miss, Moon Maid and
Stuck Pig.", "We shust don't have enough dada."

26. Bite the inside of your cheek and yell "OW! Hey, my teeth are really
sharp! How did that happen? Tastes pretty good though... Hey wait a
minute! That's BLOOD! Gross!"

27. Fall. Don't get up.

28. Bob for french fries. Have another Malkavian lick the salt and grease
off your face.

29. Jump back. Kiss yourself.

30. Suck your own blood. Ask the GM if this counts as Diablerie.

31. Ask people how they can stand it. When they ask what, look around and
throw up your hands as if it were OBVIOUS, as if it were ALL AROUND
THEM.

32. Find a Toreador and engage in conversation. Tell him that Shakespeare
really wrote three other plays, but that you persuaded 'ole Willy that
they weren't any good and got him to burn them.

33. Become a renegade appliance repair specialist (ala DeNiro's character in
"Brazil"). Break into people's houses and repair their machinery. Be
creative. Use an Etherite's design specs for the Perpetual Motion
Quantum Ice Cream Scoop (r) for inspiration.

34. Paint your face green and wear one of those silly pairs of antennae.
Take a pistol and glue on little bits of junk. Wander the streets and
accost random people, asking them to "Take me to your leader". If they
refuse, "zap" 'em. Repeat as necessary until you are taken to "their
Leader" (interpret however you wish). Smile and thank Mr. Leader for
beaming out reruns of "I Love Lucy" for the cosmos' enjoyment. Get
their autograph and promptly disappear (Obfuscate).

35. Dress up like a roadrunner. Run up to a passerby, hand him a lit stick
of dynamite, yell "Meep! Meep!", and run off as fast as you can.

36. Hijack an airliner. Head back to the big city. Think skyscrapers.
Think Star Wars Death Star trench battle scene. Don't forget to close
your eyes and let the Force guide your hand.

37. Practice your ventriloquism. Use Obfuscate to disappear. Go to a
popular and fancy restaurant. (Bonus points if the restaurant is part
of the Elysium and/or a Primogen member's favored hangout.) Find people
who have ordered their steaks medium-rare. Give a unique performance
of "Old MacDonald".

38. Get one tied-up Nosferatu. Put a mask on 'em. Go to a showing of
Phantom of the Opera. Unmask him on stage and shoot him repeatedly when
he tries to run. Watch for reactions when he gets back up and runs away
again. (You might have to shoot an actor to convince the audience that
the bullets are real.)

39. Replace doctors in an ER. Try real hard to do well. Tie up real doctors
and let 'em watch. Ignore screams. Arriving cops become candidates for
gall bladder removal. (Loone, are you sure the gall bladder is in the
head?)

40. Kill every 'Smith' in a large town. (This may take some doing, so only
hard-working Malkies should try this one.)

41. Go muddin' in the Prince's limo. Tying his favorite ghoul to the hood is
strictly optional.

42. Turn Prince into look-alike of Charles Manson. Run like hell.

43. Take a sledgehammer into a house of mirrors. Don't come out for a few
hours. And don't come out through any doors or windows.

44. Go to an opera. Show 'em what real Vikings were like.

45. Replace all the children in a maternity ward with chickens. Hoist all
the kids from various flagpoles across the city.

46. Put out ad for cheap liposuction. Punish stupidity with a knife and a
vacuum cleaner. Volunteer the mayor if there are no takers.

47. Enter a demolition derby. Heavily arm Obfuscated boarding parties.

48. Commandeer multiple cement trucks. Visit the Prince's domicile. Leave
town soon thereafter.

49. (Highly difficult. Only for the most experienced sadists.) Get an
18-wheeler with a trailer. Capture and kill Shamu. Deliver to
Greenpeace's headquarters with a big bow around him.

50. Rob the same bank every night. Start taking furniture when they run out
of money. Start taking employees when they run out of furniture. Bonus
points to the longest spree.

51. Track down and kill the Brady Bunch just for fun.

52. Set a firehouse on fire. Do it again half an hour after they put it out.
All night.

53. Paint big yellow smiley faces all over every billboard in town. Have
ghoul snipers kill anyone who tries to paint over them.

54. Replace a boxer in a major fight. Show the world what Potence can really
do properly employed.

55. Kill every talkshow host you can during the filming of their show. Take
over the conversation. See how many hosts go into hiding.

56. Teach ticket scalpers the true meaning of scalping. Give tickets (glued
to scalp) to the poor.

57. Have a good 'ole fashioned book burning at the local government archives
building. (Not for squeamish vampires...)

58. Help scientists explore the mysteries of cryogenics. Improvise with meat
lockers and pedestrians if proper facilities are not available.

59. Sneak onto an airplane (preferably cross-continental) and steal all the
toilet paper. Leave sandpaper. Stay and see how many use it in
desperation. (Putting exlax in the food is highly suggested.)

60. Get several large sewer rats (not Nosferatu, just plain rats) and some
sturdy metal containers to store them in for awhile. Turn the rats into
ghouls and starve them for awhile. Then release them in a geriatric
ward, day-care center ( night-care, whatever...) maternity ward, or
nursing home.

61. Find some contaminated blood and place it in the local blood bank.

62. Fill a baptismal font with hydrochloric acid.

63. Place bombs on school buses.

64. Take corpses and run them through a meat grinder. Form the results into
small, wafer thin patties and smuggle into the local fast-food chains
freezers. Telling the board of health is strictly optional.

65. Hydrochloric acid in certain hygiene products.

66. Tape adult material over Bambi. Return to video store.

67. Fly a kite using entrails/intestines as string or the tail.

68. Take surveillance video of a school principal nude and splice it into the
class TV.

69. Get a list of abused wives and castrate their husbands.

70. Find a personals section in a newspaper. Kill every person in it.

71. Alter a local billboard to say something really exciting (ex-Prince
_______ has sex with farm animals).

72. Videotape nuns showering. Give away copies free.

73. Make snow angels. Put dead children in the center.

74. Find a nativity scene. Replace the Christ child with a dead baby.

75. Steal a wrecking ball. Level a crowded tenement.

76. Give blankets impregnated with small pox to homeless people.

77. Replace several electronic toys innards with plastique.

78. Arm a psychiatric ward's inmates.

79. Put obstructions in the path of crowded subway cars.

80. Place land mines on jogging trails.

81. Run a van full of boy scouts through a car compactor.

82. Replace the ether found in a dentists office with any nerve gas causing
paralysis but not unconsciousness.

83. Assassinate a writer of children's books by bludgeoning them to death
with a small child.

84. Arrange corpses to read Spring is Here and then bury them under a large
pile of snow. Hope its still legible for the spring thaw.

85. Place a corpse in the middle of a snowman. Again, wait for a thaw.

86. Cut the hydraulic lines on the brakes of as many airplanes as possible.

87. Go to an AA meeting and pelt people with cans of beer (Note: some STs
allow aggravated damage if Heineken is used.)

88. Brand people at random with the prince's seal.

89. Steal several suits of armor and weld people into them. Make a wind
chime.

90. Put angel dust into the communion.

91. Bake frog heads into communion cookies and replace the real ones.

92. Put sulfuric acid into the ink at a tattoo parlor.

93. Bolt the doors of any crowded area shut. Light some smoke bombs and
yell "Fire!".

94. Replace the blood in plasma bags with red acrylic paint.

95. Replace the solution in an IV bag with salt solution.

96. Weaken bungee cords.

97. Replace nitroglycerin tablets with caffeine pills.

98. Reroute the exhaust to the rear compartment on an ambulance.

99. Cut off a surgeon's hands, a psychiatrist's tongue, a gigolo's...you get
the idea.

100. Arrange dead people dressed as a cowboy, an Indian, a construction
worker, and a leather clad weirdo to spell "YMCA".

101. Arrange dead girl scouts to spell "kind, helpful, courteous, and
dead."

102. Add ground glass to the road salt.

103. Replace a psychiatric wards thorazine with LSD.

104. Put ammonia into the prince's fish tanks and lethal dosages into his
swimming pool.

105. Let lions loose in a nursing home.

106. Release hungry pythons in an orphanage.

107. Steal the displays from a local museum. Send ransom demands.

108. Make chains similar to paper doll chains, but use sorority girls and
barbed wire instead.

109. Connect portable generators to a building's fire escapes. Barricade the
stairs and light the building on fire.

110. Throw bleach on Goths.
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Hier heb je de verdere delen van de The Prankthology :)
http://malkav.freeshell.org/fun/prank/

Malkavian

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http://malkav.freeshell.org/
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Zelfhulpgroep voor Malkavians

"Hallo, welkom bij de Psychiatrische Hulplijn.
"Als u lijdt aan een dwangneurose, druk dan enkele malen op 1.
"Als u totaal afhankelijk bent, vraag dan iemand voor u op 2 te drukken.
"Als u lijdt aan een meervoudige persoonlijkheid, druk dan achtereen volgens op 3, 4, 5 en 6.
"Als u lijdt aan achtervolgingswaanzin, weten we wie u bent en wat u wilt. Blijf aan de lijn tot we uw nummer te pakken hebben.
"Als u schizofreen bent, luister dan goed tot u een stemmetje hoort zeggen welk nummer u moet indrukken.
"Als u manisch-depressief bent, doet het er niet toe op welk nummer u drukt. U krijgt toch geen antwoord."
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Where vampires came from

VENTRUE: Okay, guys, sit down. I suppose you're wondering why I've called you all here.
TOREADOR: I should think so. I have an engagement in two hours that I simply MUST attend, and I don't want to be late.
VENTRUE: Yeah, yeah. Order. Well, I don't know about you guys, but my Progeny have been asking some rather ...embarassing questions, and I—
MALKAV: Just tell them that when a Mummy and a Daddy love each other very much—
VENTRUE: Shut up, Malkav. Anyway, they want to know where we come from, why, how, the whole bit. I think it's time we had an answer for them.
[silence]
BRUJAH: Well, what are you asking us for? WE don't fucking know.
SAULOT: LANGUAGE!
BRUJAH: Sorry.
VENTRUE: What about you, Ralph? You seem to have your nose in every- thing.
NOSFERATU: No, I am ... no longer called "Ralph." From this day forward, you shall call me: "Nosferatu."
[silence]
RAVNOS: I dunno, man. Ralph suits you.
NOSFERATU: No! I REFUSE to be stuck with that name.
VENTRUE: Leave him alone Ravnos.
TOREADOR: Actually, while we're on the subject ...
VENTRUE: What is it now?
TOREADOR: I have taken the pseudonym "Toreador."
[more silence]
HASSAM: You've never even SEEN a bull, let alone fight one, Norman.
TOREADOR: LEAVE ME ALONE !!!
RAVNOS: I was gonna say something about "full of ..." Oh, never mind.
VENTRUE: SHALL we get back to business?
LASOMBRA: I think "Nosferatu" sounds cool actually, Ralph.
NOSFERATU: And it's a lot easier to say when you can't retract your fangs.
VENTRUE: GENTLEMEN!
[silence]
VENTRUE: Okay, any ideas?
TZIMISCE: Uh ...
VENTRUE: Yes, Tzimisce?
TZIMISCE: Yas. Do you think it vaz a disease, perrrhaps?
SAULOT: Nnnnnnno ... I don't think so. I'd know about it by now if it was.
MALKAV: Ooo! Ooo! I've got an idea!
VENTRUE: [groan] What?
MALKAV: Ooo! Ooo! We're ALL ... aliens! Yeah! From the planet ... Yuggoth!
BRUJAH: Malkav?
MALKAV: Yeah?
BRUJAH: Drop dead.
[silence]
MALKAV: Ain't it just TOO BAD you don't have Dominate?
BRUJAH: REAL men don't NEED Dominate!
[thud]
MALKAV: Owww!
RAVNOS: Okay, I've got it.
VENTRUE: Yes?
RAVNOS: They're not REALLY vampires, they just THINK they are.
VENTRUE: Hmmm ... not bad ... but then the dumb ones will try to prove you wrong by taking a sunbake.
LASOMBRA: SO? Weeds out the stupid ones, less of a population problem, less nosy Progeny asking silly questions.
TOREADOR: Lasombra, you are perverted.
LASOMBRA: Hey, am I my brother's keeper?
TZIMISCE: He has a valid point, frrriend.
TOREADOR: Sickening creatures.
[sniggering]
SAULOT: Brother's keeper ... hey! That reminds me! You know those guys who wear the funny tea towels on their heads—
HASSAM: WATCH it, three-eyes.
SAULOT: Sorry. Anyway, they have this old story about this one guy who kills his brother and gets cursed, see ...
SUTEKH: Cursssed, you sssay? Hmmm ... I like it!
NOSFERATU: Yeah, but if YOU say it, no-one will believe it.
TREMERE: I know! We did it by magick!
[silence]
BRUJAH: Who the hell are you?
TREMERE: Oh. Tremere, Arrogant Scheming Mage at your service!
SAULOT: Hang on, you're not supposed to be here until A.D. 1314!
TREMERE: So? I'm an Oracle of Time. I'll be when I want.
VENTRUE: A mortal, eh? Hey, Tremere!
TREMERE: Yeah?
VENTRUE: GET OUT.
TREMERE: Sure. [slam] [muffled] Damn. Must learn how to do that.
VENTRUE: Now, we might be onto something with this "curse" business. We haven't heard from Gangrel yet, and we need a female opinion at this juncture. What do you think, Gangrel?
[silence]
VENTRUE: Gangrel?
[more silence]
VENTRUE: Anybody seen Gangrel?
RAVNOS: Errr, actually, we've had a bit of a disagreement ...
MALKAV: Awww, doesn't Mummy wuv you any more?
RAVNOS: Suck off.
MALKAV: DOES she do it doggy-style?
[biff]
RAVNOS: Thank you, Brujah.
BRUJAH: No prob, bro.
VENTRUE: Okay, so what gives with this curse thing?
SAULOT: Well, they say that the first two sons of the first man had to give offerings to God. The first brother gave plants and stuff, and the second brother gave animal blood.
ALL: Yeah! Alright! Sounds great! Cool!
SAULOT: So the older one -- Cain, I think -- killed Abel, the younger one, and was cursed by God for the very first murder.
HASSAM: Innovative man, this Cain.
SUTEKH: Ssso, we're dessscended from a psssychopathic greengrocccer. How about we're dessscended from the MURDERED one, ssso that we are the CHOSSSEN of God, the INHERITORSSS of DIVINE POWER, the—
MALKAV: You REALLY have a God complex, don't you Sutekh? Tell me about your mother. Did she lock you in a cupboard? Or—
[biff]
BRUJAH: Final warning, kook.
VENTRUE: Sutekh, please, stop standing on your chair.
TREMERE: I like the "cursed by God" thing, actually.
VENTRUE: How did YOU get in here?
TREMERE: Correspondence. Don't you know ANYTHING? Hey, Saulot!
SAULOT: Yeah?
TREMERE: I JUST worked out where I've seen you before. Could I have a word with you outside? It won't take more than five minutes. Promise.
SAULOT: Sure. You seem like a decent enough fellow.
[slam]
LASOMBRA: Wonder what he wants ... anyway ...
TOREADOR: I think I prefer the older brother. He's a charming, regal figure who diligently sacrifices for his Lord, but is consumed by jealousy into a desperate act -- which he regrets later, of course -- but TOO LATE to avoid the harsh judgment of an UNCARING God, and is DOOMED to wander the earth, OUTCAST from his fellow man! Oh, the horror! Oh, the HUMANITY! Oh, the ANGST!
BRUJAH: What's an "angst"?
SUTEKH: Oh, it'sss a kind of a crossss, but with a loopy bit on top. My guysss love 'em.
BRUJAH: Oh. [pause] I don't get it ...
TOREADOR: Philistines.
[scream from outside]
TZIMISCE: Vat the hell vas that?
NOSFERATU: Sounded like Saulot. HEY! YOU GUYS SHUT UP OUT THERE!
[door opens]
TREMERE: Oh, sorry, uhhh ... Saulot says to say that, uhhh, he ... had to leave -- real quick, like ... uhhh, but he was REAL happy about it, and, uhhh, he was glad he caught up with you guys again.
NOSFERATU: Is it me, or does he look kinda pale?
VENTRUE: Who cares? Getting back to this curse thing ...
LASOMBRA: So, are we his direct Progeny, then? 'Cos if so, how come we don't know where he is now?
MALKAV: Errr, he made us, then ran away. Really fast.
RAVNOS: No, no, no, he made some OTHER guys first, and then THEY made US ...
TOREADOR: And he repented of The Horror He Had Unleashed Upon The Earth! And banished himself from the sight of ALL!
MALKAV: AND ran away really fast.
TOREADOR: If you must.
VENTRUE: But how come we're all so different?
TOREADOR: The Curse works in Mysterious Ways ...
NOSFERATU: Yeah! I used to be the most handsome man in the world ...
RAVNOS: Yeah, right.
LASOMBRA: And I had a reflection!
BRUJAH: Can I have been a philosopher?
RAVNOS: And Toreador used to have taste ...
MALKAV: And I used to be insane!
[silence]
VENTRUE: I think we might be pushing our luck here.
SUTEKH: Any BETTER ideasss?
VENTRUE: Well, let's put it to a vote, then. Magick?
TREMERE: Aye.
VENTRUE: That's one.
[silence]
VENTRUE: Okay, aliens from the planet Yuggoth?
MALKAV: Twenty-three.
VENTRUE: Your multiple personalities don't count, Malkav.
MALKAV: Awww ...
VENTRUE: The chosen son of God? ... Sutekh, Lasombra, Tzimisce. Any others?
HASSAM: Aye.
VENTRUE: Okay, that's four. Cursed children of a psychopathic green- grocer? ... That's four, plus myself, five.
[groans]
LASOMBRA: Swinging the vote, you black-balling bureaucrat!
VENTRUE: If you don't like it, go and form your OWN group.
LASOMBRA: Maybe I will.
VENTRUE: Okay, then, I charge all of you to disperse this data to your Progeny, and I'll have MY people send out memos in triplicate to YOUR people before the start of the next fiscal year. Meeting adjourned!
[banging noise, general muttering and shuffling]
Drinks anyone?
MALKAV: I think Tremere just ate. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhh ...
TZIMISCE: Vy did you throw him out ze window, Bruhah?
BRUJAH: I dunno, man, just something I had to do ... [sulking] none of you understand me, anyway ...
HASSAM: [whispered] Hey, Tremere!
TREMERE: What?
HASSAM: Saulot -- you did him in, didn't you? You snuffed him. Sucked him dry.
TREMERE: Uhhh ... yeah, I did.
[silence]
HASSAM: What's it like?
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Malkavian

Legacy Member
History of the Clanflaws

Ventrue: Ladies and gentlemen. We've got a new problem. Ow children now want to know how we differ... what makes us unique.
Toreador: That's easy.... We're all unique... special... beautiful... in our own way we are...
Brujah: shut up. He means what differs the CLANS, you wasted underpants.
Malk: Never waste underwear, in this time of the year, they are hard to find.
Ventrue: Exactly Brujah. What puts us in... a cathegory of our own. What makes us what we are... Our CLAN.
Brujah: Yeah, another way how the mortals can find us.
Malk: What mortals?
Brujah: Shut up, before I crush you, you fool!
Ventrue: *sigh* Any suggestion?
Toreador: Special clothes?
Tremere: Necklaces? Mystical amulets?
Malkav: Cheese... different kinds of chees, belonging to each of the clans. There are diffenent kinds of chees among which we can choose, you see?
Brujah: *Looks at Nosferatu* Oh yeah, let's guess who's the smelly cheese...
Nosferatu: I've heared that!
Ventrue: I was thinking of something more dooming, a weakness, a little... flaw.
Malkav: I say Kryptonite!!!
Brujah: *smashes him on the head* I would need a fist of Kryptonite. SHUT UP!
Malkav: Unnrkh.
Ventrue: O.K. Brujah... Yours will be your temper. For obvious reason.
Brujah: Temper! WHAT TEMPER? Damn suit... You would be upset too, if you'd had to sit inbetween Nosferatu and Malkav.
Ventrue: *cough* Torrie, since you love the art... you should be known as the clan of artists.
Toreador: Tragically... yet... very beautiful. I agree.
Malkav: *with a silent voice* I still want kryptonite.
Brujah: *SMACK* Haha. Temper... sure... cool.
Malkav: Unnnggh.
*Nosferatu scratches his chin, loosening up some skinn.
Nosferatu: And what is my... flaw?
*silence*
Ventrue *shivers* Let's come to you, Gangrel. Yours will be... each time you'll frenzy... you look more and more like an animal.
Gangrel: WHAAAT? What do you mean by "You look more and more like an animal??"
Ventrue: It begins very small... you see... a fur... a deep voice... maybe horns...
Gangrel: WHAAAT??? Hey come on... Torrie becomes melancholic when he sees some stupid pics and I get a fucking hawknose? Well yeah... real fair... *the growling becomes deeper*
Assamite: And I?
Tremere: You can't drink vampireblood *laughter* it's poison to you. Your hair falls out and you look like him *points at Nosferatu*
Ventrue: Agree.
Nosferatu: I'm still waiting.
*Silence, Malkav giggles*
Assamite: Whay can TREMERE choose my flaw???
Tremere: Just like that, pal.
Ventrue: Tremere... when Assamite can't drink vampire blood... then you will HAVE TO drink it... all the blood of your elders.
Malkav: Doesn't anybody get kryptonite?
Brujah: *Whamm* temper...I LOVE it.
Ventrue: Lasombra... hmmm... no mirror image.
Lasombra: You should give THAT to Nosferatu...
Nosferatu: I'm waiting...
Ventrue: *cough* I'll come to you right away, Nos... Is that acceptable Lasombra?
Lasombra: Yeah... But you guys tell me when there's something on my chin...
Ventrue: No problem. Hmmm... Tzim... your weakness... will be...
Malkav: To have a clan name that nobody can spell nor pronounce?
Ventrue: Yes... Err No. You... must sleep... in your natural soil... or there has to be some of it in your coffin.
Gangrel: WHAAAT???? I get webbed toes and she has to sleep in DIRT?
Tzim: Agree.
Gangrel: I want something new...
Nosferatu: I'm still waiting... have you forgot?
*Silence*
Ventrue: Let's go on with... Giovanni... Your kiss hurts... there 's no pleasure in your bite.
Toreador: Can you say THAT again?
Everybody looks at Torrie: oh, sorry... was that too silent?
Giovanni: one night, your unlife will torture you.
Ventrue: Ravnos. Your nature is criminal.
Ravnos: *returns Ventrue his purse* Sorry.
Ventrue: *takes it blinking* Err no. I meant.... *shakes his head* aaaaaaal right. The money too, purrlease?
Ravnos: Oh here... sorry.
Nosferatu: When do I get one?
Brujah: At birth...
*surpressed laughter*
Ventrue: Errrr... you there, over there, Setite... yours is... you can't stand light.
Gangrel: HEY MAN WHAT KINDA BULLSHIT IS THIS??? I get batwings and he doesn't like bright light???
Malkav: Fligh my little monkeys... FLYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Brujah: *Lifts his hand and Malkav winces*
Setite: *grins* Agree. Fair and just. *blinks*
Gangrel: *points at Setite* He blinked!! Did the two of you had an agreement?? Gawddamned snakes...
Nosferatu: If you keep ignoring me... I become UGLY!
Malkav: Too late.
*surpressed laughter*
Ventrue: Did I forget someone?
Malkav: Do I get my kryptonite now?
Tzim: You little man, you haff enuv purroblems, you don't need no flaw.
Ventrue: So it's decided...
Nosferatu: You forgot yourself... and ME.
Brujah: Exactly. Mr. Niggling. What's your flaw?
Ventrue: *smiles* I am niggling... about... what I eat...
Gangrel: *stands up, her chair smashs to the ground* I LEAVE!! *points at everyone at the room* I get a frickin udder like a fucking COW and YOU sleep in the DIRT? You are a nervous eater? You deepen yourself into art? You... *points at Nosferatu* Okay... it could have come worse...
Nosferatu: I've got it. I am the flawless clan. That's it.
Brujah: *laughs* Yup, that's it.
Ventrue: *cough* The meeting is closed.
Malkav leaves the meeting, singing silently: You are hideous... you are hideous... and your mummy dresses you ridiculous... you are hideous... you are hideous...

Malkavian

Legacy Member
The Rorschach test: A guide to the clans.

Psychiatrist: And what do _you_ see in this picture?

Ventrue: It's just an inkblot. I'm paying you 12 bucks an hour for THIS?

Toreador: .................................................................
Psychiatrist: uh, Toreador?.........................
Toreador: (very quietly) It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen

Tremere: My god....it's the lost sigil of Bazophemet! How did you....GIVE ME THE PAPER....
(sounds of burning)

Nosferatu: What, you forgot to flush?

Gangrel: Grrrrrrrr...(sniff sniff) ...grrrrrrr

Brujah: It's just some fucking ink, O.K? What? WHAT? Hey, fuck you too!!
(sounds of breaking bones)

Salubri: I see a diorama of the children of Caine living in peace and harmony...but with my other two eyes, it just looks like...a butterfly?

Setite: I ssssee the eventual conquesssst of our massster Ssset, and hiss lordssship and dominion over all...and tell me doctor...have you ever taken any of the drugsss you pressscribe....

Tzimese: Hmmmm.... That looks like who I was working on last night....

Lasombra: ...................................
Psychiatrist: Lasombra, _please_ turn the lights on.
Lasombra: ...................................
Psychiatrist: Lasombra, for the last time, would you pleaseAAAAARRRRRRGGGG!!!!!!!

Assamite: Looks like blood.....mmmm....blood.......

Baali: By Baal....it's the lost sigil of Bazophemet! How did you....GIVE ME THE PAPER....

Malkvians: I see... I see...(giggles) That's disgusting!! (giggles again) With a vacume cleaner and...(suddenly serious) Oh no....OH MY GOD!!!! (runs out of the room screaming) THE WHIPPETS ARE COMMING!!! THE WHIPPETS ARE COMMING!!!!!!

Malkavian

Legacy Member
Gevonden op een forum :) Nog Malkavian Pranks :)
De Buikspreker vind ik wel een zalig idee, ga ik zeker eens spelen

1. Verberg jerrycans met uiterst vlambare vloeistoffen onder je bed in je Haven...Als er overdag een Hunter binnen komt en je bed in de hens zet: "Man,..wat zullen ze verrast zijn!"

2. Vervang Thorazine met LSD in een Psychiatrisch Ziekenhuis.

3. Staar mensen aan door de punten van een vork,..als ze er iets van zeggen: "STILTE!!! GEVANGENE #367823!!!"


4. Stuur bombrieven naar imbecielen die ketting-brieven starten.

5. Ga naar een AA meeting en bekogel mensen met volle blikken bier.

6. Brandmerk willekeurige mensen met de zegel van de Prince.

7. Plaats landmijnen op jogging parcours.

8. Zet de Brandweer Kazerne in de fik,..doe het nogmaals na een half uur dat ze het hebben geblust...de gehele nacht.

9. Tape 'volwassen'materiaal over Disney films,..breng ze terug naar de videotheek.

10. Vind de contact advertentie column in een krant,..dood iedere persoon daarin,..kijk hoelang de politie nodig heeft om de link te leggen.

11. Verander in een kind tijdens gevecht.: "Nee, Nee,..Pappa sla me niet!!!"

12. Ga naar het werklozen bureau (Sociale Dienst) tijdens een druk tijdstip,..overval de mensen aldaar enkel voor de verwarde indrukken die je opwekt.

13. Ga naar een Opera,..laat zien hoe de èchte Vikingen waren!

14. Als iemand vraagt wie je bent..Check je I.D.,,je weet maar nooit!

15. Wax de vloer van de ingang van een flat zonder brand-trap en laat het brandalarm afgaan.

16. Verander in het geheim een geheel american foot-ball team in ghouls voor de kick-off. Bonuspunten voor de ondode die het exacte nummer van gewonden raad.

17. Dood iedere 'Smith' in een grote stad. (alleen hardwerkende malkies moeten deze proberen)

18. Ga naar een Porno-Film Cinema en bespreek heel luid de symboliek en filosofie achter iedere scène.

19. Ga in gesprek met een Toreador en overtuig hem ervan dat Shakespeare eigenlijk nog 3 andere Stukken had geschreven maar dat jij Oude Willy ervan overtuigt hebt dat ze niet veel aan waren zodat hij ze verbrand heeft.

20. Maak een dichtbevolkte ruimte helemaal op slot, steek enkele rookbommen aan en roep heel hard:"BRAND!!!"
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1. Loop rond met een rood-witte frigo-box met "Menselijke Organen" op de zijkant,..neem het overal mee naartoe.

2. Draag een sok-poppetje op je hand,..praat de gehele nacht met mensen dóór de sok pop,..bonus punten voor goed buikspreken.

3. Fluit onafgebroken de eerste 7 noten van 'It's a Small world afterall',..de gehele nacht!

4. Staar geruime tijd een onschuldige sterveling aan in een afgesloten ruimte...na een tijdje. "JIJ BENT EEN VAN HEN!!",..raak in paniek.

5. Probeer de gehele nacht een Sing-Along te starten met je coterie,..stop pas als ze meedoen.

Vermakelijke dingen in een lift, of andere afgesloten ruimte:

6. Maak race-auto geluiden iedere keer als iemand de lift/metro verlaat.

7. Bied iedereen naam-plaatjes aan die de lift/metro binnen stapt,..draag de jouwe ondersteboven.

8. Teken een vierkant op de vloer met krijt en verkondig dat het jouw persoonlijke ruimte is.

9. Trek een pijnlijke grimas terwijl je tegen je voorhoofd slaat."STIL,...WEES STIL,...JULLIE ALLEMAAL!"

10. Praat met een 'demonische' stem in de lift:"Ik moet snel een geschikt gast-lichaam vinden."
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En natuurlijk enkele pranks die ik juist ff heb uitgevonden :D

Loop naar een Tremere met een sigaret en vraag een vuurtje

Vraag aan een Gangrel of hij familie van Lassie/Samson is.

Gebruik Dominate om een Brujah in Hippie kleren rond te laten lopen en "Love and Peace" te laten roepen. (nadien wel maken da ge weg zijt ;))

Maak een Torreador wijs dat jij de missende stukken hebt van de Venus di Milo. Of dat jij het LamGods Paneel hebt van de Rechtvaardige Rechters

Geef een Nosferatu een Make-up set kado voor zen verjaardag.

Verkoop landgoed aan de Ventrue dat eigenlijk van de Giovanni is

Loop rond in een winkelcentrum met een rode koker met een draadje aan (zodat het lijkt op Dynamiet) en roep "Ik ben een Terrorist"

Ga een Aquarium-winkel binnen en vraag of ze de vissen al zouden kunnen kuisen, zodat je ze thuis direct kunt klaar maken.

Ga een viswinkel binnen en vraag wat ze eten, hoeveel en wanneer ze eten en hoeveel keer je het water moet verversen van de aquarium.

Ga een taart staan eten voor het raam van een vermagerings centrum.

Gebruik Dominate om een grote dieren vriend met een stok op een hond te slagen (plus punten als hond familie is van een Gangrel)

Ga in een dancing/fuif in het midden van de dansvloer staan en speel spin the bottle met de mensen rondom je. Jij spint en loopt naar diegene die de fles aanwijst en geef die een lekkere pakkerd (Tong is toegelaten, tanden niet ;)) *kuch*heb ik vant weekend gedaan*kuch*

Malkavian

Legacy Member
THats ma Evil Malkavian plan, my friend.
Spread madness *giggle*

downset818

Legacy Member
hehe, feitelijk wel veel dingen die ge als gek kunt doen, nu ge het zegt.
iemand die van plan is om hier op requiem over te schakelen?

Malkavian

Legacy Member
ja ik heb het ook gelezen
ik ben nu al 4 jaar out of Vampire
dus als ge even in een Nutshell Reqium kunt uitleggen ;)
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