Meme Doc P.H.D
Mayfair Vol 1 #2: Ruins of the Wretched King
Makeshift base, 2:05 AM:
Koles: “Welcome to the calvary.”
Callan: “Still don’t see how much of it’s a party like the old days.”
Koles: “I assume you’re already familiar with it now. Partying can equal to vampire killing.”
Seanus: “Over a bottle of scotch?”
Callan: “Probably.”
Terry: “I kinda like him. He’s got that royal charm....”
Rowena: “Then save that for another time. We should be getting to the commotions now. Sean, your turn for a break.”
Sean: “Atta ma’am.”
***
Sirens wail through the distant night. I can’t sleep. Never did. Inclusion of having another person as the new man sounds like it’s fun, but it’s not. Insomnia plagues me—paints it like a picture that I convince myself to stay awake instead. No cure for wellness. Over the years I’ve been staying up, more than what a vampire should have gained sleep.
Now it’s 5AM and I can’t even trace for Christ’s sake. Can’t even think straight. Quite constantly it happens.
Ghostly hands pin my back to the wall, and the span of limited time does not give me enough to reach for my sword. I take the knife instead. Its hands are stained.
Sean: “You’ve plagued me long enough.”
Ghost: “We will always come back to haunt you for it....Seamus Tsuneo.”
Sean: “I’m not going back to Tokyo for fuck’s sake. You’ve disgraced me already, what more do you want?”
Ghost: “Your dreams—your deepest desires belong to us. Come and join us...enter the spectrum world.”
Sean: “Get the fuck out.”
Humphrey interrupts at my door, casting a magic bolt that chases it away.
Forge: “Trouble sleeping?”
Sean: “Just the usual. Good to see you’re not drunk today.”
Forge: “Lost my touch—fridge ran out of beers. I knew it was important to teach the new man some occultism and spells. Maybe I’m going sober on this.”
Sean: “Anything on the Wretched King?”
Forge: “Other old lad’s got it. We know where he was last located.”
The Wretched King. That’s the vampire leader we’ve been trying to search for months. Sacrifices were made on the way to ensure where he was located.
Took advantage of society and that’s where we are now, a clusterfuck of a shite society. Governing the regular humans.
I vaguely remember the story in Japan man years ago where he did some crap, I’ll describe it as Harry Potter dark magic, and attempted to unleash a ritual. Then bloodthirsty mates went rampaging onto the streets. Then Bolivia. Russia. He conquered them all, degraded them…
Forge: “But his tomb, his casket, twas gone. Not for an empty seal it should have been fucken’ opened.”
Sean: “I’d expect less if we’re all vampire hunters.”
Forge: “Mindbending too. Hallucinations. The new types of sucking can cause you to dream even better than a acid trip.”
Sean: “That’s how he killed part of my clan…”
Forge: “Won’t be for long if he finds out the rest. Time is running out, and we need to give the new lad what he should learn before it’s overrun.”
Sean: “Since when have we been invaded”
Forge: “Before you nearly got possessed—which is nigh impossible. Hurry, before they breach the walls. We must warn them of the spies’ arrival.”
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Mayfair Vol 1 #2: Ruins of the Wretched King
Makeshift base, 2:05 AM:
Koles: “Welcome to the calvary.”
Callan: “Still don’t see how much of it’s a party like the old days.”
Koles: “I assume you’re already familiar with it now. Partying can equal to vampire killing.”
Seanus: “Over a bottle of scotch?”
Callan: “Probably.”
Terry: “I kinda like him. He’s got that royal charm....”
Rowena: “Then save that for another time. We should be getting to the commotions now. Sean, your turn for a break.”
Sean: “Atta ma’am.”
***
Sirens wail through the distant night. I can’t sleep. Never did. Inclusion of having another person as the new man sounds like it’s fun, but it’s not. Insomnia plagues me—paints it like a picture that I convince myself to stay awake instead. No cure for wellness. Over the years I’ve been staying up, more than what a vampire should have gained sleep.
Now it’s 5AM and I can’t even trace for Christ’s sake. Can’t even think straight. Quite constantly it happens.
Ghostly hands pin my back to the wall, and the span of limited time does not give me enough to reach for my sword. I take the knife instead. Its hands are stained.
Sean: “You’ve plagued me long enough.”
Ghost: “We will always come back to haunt you for it....Seamus Tsuneo.”
Sean: “I’m not going back to Tokyo for fuck’s sake. You’ve disgraced me already, what more do you want?”
Ghost: “Your dreams—your deepest desires belong to us. Come and join us...enter the spectrum world.”
Sean: “Get the fuck out.”
Humphrey interrupts at my door, casting a magic bolt that chases it away.
Forge: “Trouble sleeping?”
Sean: “Just the usual. Good to see you’re not drunk today.”
Forge: “Lost my touch—fridge ran out of beers. I knew it was important to teach the new man some occultism and spells. Maybe I’m going sober on this.”
Sean: “Anything on the Wretched King?”
Forge: “Other old lad’s got it. We know where he was last located.”
The Wretched King. That’s the vampire leader we’ve been trying to search for months. Sacrifices were made on the way to ensure where he was located.
Took advantage of society and that’s where we are now, a clusterfuck of a shite society. Governing the regular humans.
I vaguely remember the story in Japan man years ago where he did some crap, I’ll describe it as Harry Potter dark magic, and attempted to unleash a ritual. Then bloodthirsty mates went rampaging onto the streets. Then Bolivia. Russia. He conquered them all, degraded them…
Forge: “But his tomb, his casket, twas gone. Not for an empty seal it should have been fucken’ opened.”
Sean: “I’d expect less if we’re all vampire hunters.”
Forge: “Mindbending too. Hallucinations. The new types of sucking can cause you to dream even better than a acid trip.”
Sean: “That’s how he killed part of my clan…”
Forge: “Won’t be for long if he finds out the rest. Time is running out, and we need to give the new lad what he should learn before it’s overrun.”
Sean: “Since when have we been invaded”
Forge: “Before you nearly got possessed—which is nigh impossible. Hurry, before they breach the walls. We must warn them of the spies’ arrival.”
***