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Now, The Quotes!

Unnamed Garou: Hey Laptop, Crispen's here!

Laptop: KFC. Kill the fucking Corax.

Josh (Looking towards Whisper): You know, most days I like my Corax extra tasty crispy, how 'bout you?

Whisper: No way, I'm more of a rotisserie gold sort of guy myself.

Dr. Marcus:

And in this new day and age we must fight for blah blah blah blah and for the greater glory of blah blah and never shall it be said that we blahbitty blah blah Gaia shall blah blah blah the Wyrm within the blah always shall it blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Caern blah blah blah blah honor of the Garou nation blah blah blah blah blah blah the greater good blah blah blah spirits blah blah blah blah Sept.

New player: Hello, I'm a thirteenth generation Malkavian. My sire was...

K.S. *Gobble gobble, munch munch, slurp*

New player: What just happened to my character?

K.S. I ate dinner.

Transparent Eyeball

"Shit, someone's gone and shot the new Brujah..."

"Hmph."

"What's your problem? Come on."

"I will not shift myself for a PEASANT."

anonymous

"If you plan on staying at the caern, carry a spare set of ball bearings in your pockets.. we call this maneuver, "The Black Fury Fake Out."

K.S.

"You can't diablerize me through my ear!"

Angus Graves

"Quipper, Marcellus called me a name..."

Angus Graves

" When suspending disbelief, use a noose."

Day Markham

John: "I'm NOT a vampire."

Day: "Famous last words, kiddo. Mine were, 'I can kick your ass...you don't think I can but I can....' Either that, or 'I relent.' I forget which."

What really happened to Thanatos when he ran away from Bellingham:

Thanatos: Oh my. I believe that Bellingham has become most unfriendly for blue bloods. I think that I might enjoy the weather in Japan much more. In fact, I think that I shall purchase a plane ticket right now. Ghouls!

Three slavishly blood-bound ghouls who are incapable of any free will jump to attention like trained puppy dogs.

Thanatos: Take me to the airport!

The ghouls help the former Prince into his limousine and one of them begins driving. The other two sit in the back with their master and attend to his every whim.

Watching this whole scene from beneath the powers of Obfuscate is Roland, otherwise known as the Brujah Messiah of Bellingham. His disciple in revolution Lefty Scapelli, stands a little to the side, polishing his shotgun.

Roland: Hey Lefty, check this out, I think Thanatos is running away. Hmm... obviously he senses that the winds of change are blowing in my direction.

Lefty: Can I shotgun him?

Roland: Hmm... that does sound like a good idea. Every Ventrue needs a good shotgunning. Shall I flay him open with my Wolf Claws?

Lefty: Sure thing Roland. As long as I get to shotgun him.

Roland: Well, what are we waiting for, the rebirth of Carthage? Let's go eat... err destroy the Ventrue opressor in the name of freedom.

Roland and Lefty get in their 89' Cadillac Eldorado and follow the limousine. Due to the fact that Thanatos' ghouls are hopelessly stupid, they fail to notice the car following at a very close distance. The diver fails to notice that anything is amiss even when he looks in his rear view mirror and sees the passenger in the Eldorado tapping a nine iron against his hand.

Lefty: Shall I stop the limo?

Roland: Sure, why not.

Lefty pulls a large pistol out of his coat and with his expert aim, takes out the limo's rear tires. The limousine comes to a screeching halt, quickly the ghouls pour out to protect their master. One of the ghouls has a pair of revolvers. The others appear to be just goons of the lowest sort. Roland and Lefty leisurely come to a stop and get out, leaning lazily against the car. The ghouls charge.

Lefty: You know, you would think someone as rich as Thanatos could afford better help. Pity, that. I'm going to shotgun the one on the far right. He's got the guns.Ghoulie's gonna die.

Taking aim with his shotgun, Lefty plugs a ghoul fulla lead. Thinking that the sight of ghoul bits all over the road is enormously funny, he chuckles. The two remaining ghouls, far too Dominated to know what's good for them, continue their mad dash to the next world. They both attack Roland, the first one swings at Roland's head and misses by a country mile. The other one nearly lands a swift gut kick, but Roland is much too fast. Roland, grabs the first ghoul and easily crushes his neck to a fine pulp with his mighty Potence. He than hefts the still quivering corpse like a baseball at the other ghoul, knocking him across the road. Lefty having now reloaded his shotgun takes quick aim and plugs the ghoul fulla lead.

Lefty: I think that last ghoul was Irish. I can smell a Mick from a mile away. Probably a Protestant too.

Roland: Lets go break Thanatos like a twig.

Roland and Lefty approach the limousine. As they get closer Roland prepares himself for a mighty battle by readying his Burning Wrath. Lefty just reloads his shotgun. Getting to the limousine they find that Thanatos has disappeared.

Roland: Ahh... he's hiding. Isn't that cute?

Lefty: Ventrue's gonna die.

Roland scans the area with his well developed Auspex, only to find that Thanatos is hiding under a nearby bush.

Roland: Lefty: Ventrue's gonna die. I bet he has Irish ancestors. Either that or he's a Protestant. I only wish Mother could be here to witness this.

Roland: Hey Thanatos! Come on! Meet your doom like a good sport!

Thanatos knows that death has come for him but he is determined that at least one Defender of the Glory of Carthage shall perish along with him this night. He prepares himself for the inevitable and wishes that he were still mortal so that he would have the relief of being able to wet himself. He steps out from his cover, dusts off his suit and walks towards the Brujah. He notes that Roland's hands glow with the light of rightousness and at that moment he knows that the Ventrue are truly god-forsaken wastes of precious Vitae.

Thanatos: You and your thugs shall never see the next sunset Roland. I am Thanatos and I will forever be better than you. I am better than you by virtue of bloodright, the Vitae that courses in my veins is the blood of Kings... blah blah blah blah.

Lefty: Ventrue's gonna die. Roland, I'm going to shotgun his ass.

Thanatos: The divine right of Kings has been a sacred precept of... blah blah blah... for countless generations after Caine sired... blah blah blah... the harbingers of Gehenna and the servants of the Antediluvians... blah blah AHH! You... you... you shot me. How dare you harm one of noble birth?

Lefty reloads.

Roland and Lefty together: Ventrue's gonna die. Suck the pipe baby. For Carthage!

Engaging his massive Celerity Roland runs at Thanatos faster than the speeding buckshot that leaves the barrel of Lefty's gun. Coming to Thanatos he plants his fists in the gut of the pretentious former Prince. His