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VTM wist reeds bij aanvang dat ik enkel aan het spelletje zou deelnemen in de rol van clowneske rebel. Ik heb die rol naar behoren gespeeld en ben van mening dat het optreden in De Laatste Show en beide artikelen in Humo het programma heel wat meer kijkers hebben opgeleverd dan het hen heeft gekost, Ik zal dus op de gepaste manier reageren tegen deze onfaire houding van VTM'.

You might say the Camarilla is in possession, little brother. They certainly say it. They have a Prince; they keep court, and the same cast of characters plays out the same little comedy as in…oh, Lisbon, let us say. Ventrue says he wields the power. Tremere witches behind his back.Toreador pretends to rise above it all. Gangrel disdains to need the others. Malkav mystifies everyone, including herself. Brujah shakes a fist at Ventrue. And the Nosferatu watch and say nothing. But in Lisbon, of course, Ravnos is a rare and unwelcome visitor. Here I daresay he outnumbers the Europeans.

She must remain vigilant not only against overt threats—and a fifteen-foot-tall Tzimisce war ghoul was not entirely out of the realm of possibility here, she reminded herself ruefully—but especially against the more subtle dangers: impatience, indulgence, indiscretion. These three deadly sisters would kill as surely, if not as swiftly, as any fiend.

Younger Kindred often thought it was a big deal to steal stupid things just because they were vampires, but Lucita had found that it was the stupid things that most often led to trouble. Steal some gas and you piss of the station owner. Piss off the station owner and he calls the cops. The cops get called, they look for you, and all of a sudden feeding without complications becomes nigh impossible (because God knows that a cop would rather look for a gas thief than mix it up with someone likely to be packing, or interrupt a domestic disturbance). And so it went, and it was easier to pay the twelve bucks and avoid complications. If the situation had demanded, she would have had no compunction about killing the old man and putting his blood to good use, but since the situation didn’t warrant such, there was no point to causing trouble for herself. After all, normal young ladies who did normal things tended to fade from the memory of those that saw them—and Lucita didn’t like to be remembered. That was the whole logic behind the damn Masquerade, to be honest. It wasn’t because there were any vampires out there who were “good guys” (though some folks spent years, decades, or even centuries trying to play the role) and the Masquerade was some great and altruistic thing done for the sake of humanity. No, it made working easier. It made feeding easier. And it meant less competition and fewer hassles from kine with torches and shotguns. So few kindred on either side of the fence understood that. It wasn’t about kowtowing to the Antedeluvians or keeping the world safe for poor fragile humanity. It was about getting things done with a minimum of effort. There was no idealism involved. Lucita just liked avoiding unnecessary complications.

Baughman had, like every other wannabe Anarch Buffalo had ever spawned, havened in the plant at some point. This was before he realized that Prince Lladislas and his advisors kept the place standing as somewhere the rebellious teens of the Camarilla could go to perform the vampiric equivalent of smoking dope behind the garage before coming home, growing up, and getting a respectable job manipulating the local media or some such.

Als ik in de vakkrant voor idioten, HLN, dan de commentaren lees van al die superidioten die zich toch zo graag interessant maken, die lullen over iets waar ze geen benul van hebben, dan keert mijn maag. Als je er echt geen jota van weet, hou dan toch jullie klep, zootje HLN pummels.