Let’s not forget the endless conversations about which park is Werewolf territory and which is Gangrel Vampire territory. Then the slow realization that you don’t live in a place cool enough to attract any supernatural presence.
The struggle when you realize all of the cool ghouls are downtown, and the only immortal for 100 miles is the energy vampire who was turned when he was still a shitty teenager. He works at the gas station on the weekends. Don’t ever take his change - if you get too close he’ll drain away that meager high you get when you take your first sip of coffee in the morning.
Let’s not forget the endless conversations about which park is Werewolf territory and which is Gangrel Vampire territory. Then the slow realization that you don’t live in a place cool enough to attract any supernatural presence.
The struggle when you realize all of the cool ghouls are downtown, and the only immortal for 100 miles is the energy vampire who was turned when he was still a shitty teenager. He works at the gas station on the weekends. Don’t ever take his change - if you get too close he’ll drain away that meager high you get when you take your first sip of coffee in the morning.
They all live in a house in Staten Island, Toronto