So, we were trying to get some info on a place that had a gambling den in the basement. It required catching one of the people used as a look-out and persuading him to talk. He was not an easily persuaded kind of a person, despite our best efforts. At this point the GM hadn't actually read the backstories we'd so painstakingly put together (with miles upon miles of rope with which to hang us later), but it was rather fitting that the guy decided to suggest he'd been busy fucking Frankie's sister and that's why he didn't fancy answering. It hit right in the backstory berserk button. The guy was slightly more talkative after a broken jaw, but he was never getting out of there alive. Cousins fed, Frankie drained the last two points of blood, punched the corpse for good measure and lost a Humanity point in the process.
Someone who didn't lose a point in Humanity this session was Val, who, after we'd raided the gambling den decided we should blow it up to avoid witnesses. Because that's totally how the mafia roll ...
Courtesy of Saturday 13 June 2020's Vampire: The Masquerade session.
“There’s some shipping gone on here, I reckon.”
“Oooooooh heck yes.”
“Can a ghoul be turned into a vampire? #askingforafriend”
“Lottie: ‘I hate not knowing what’s going on.’ Also Lottie: ‘I’ll do anything you want, no questions asked, Julius. I trust you.’”
“Lottie often speaks Malkavian. Unwittingly.”
“They’re smarter than they look.”
“They have to be.”
Player: “I am ONE fucking XP away from being able to buy Obfuscate. This kinda sux.”
GM: “LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL”
“Fucking hell, he’s Entranced for his LIFE.”
GM: “You break his jaw.”
Player: “That might make it difficult for him to talk. But I’m not sorry.”
“He’s had the carrot. Frankie gave him the stick. If he doesn’t submit, he’ll get the stick up his arse.”
Val: “Show me how many people are down there with your fingers. You get to keep your fingers.”
Frankie: “Or maybe you won’t.”
“I need a snack too!”
“But I needed it more!”
GM: “Had you botched, you would’ve gained a Derangement.”
Lottie: “They’re fun! Come join the crazy party!”
GM: “It’s like trying to shoot a pneumatic drill.”
GM: “That’s why dice gods exist, to punish hubris.”
“Either we’re in Star Wars or Bugsy Malone, I’m not sure which.”
“I’m now rolling 10d10 so I can botch more.”
“After I blew all that Dex I’m gonna kill him! Or … well, NOT kill him.”
“‘Covering fire’, is that what we’re calling it now?”
“That’s a better roll! The damage won’t be, though, will it?”
(Player turns out to have rolled 2 damage, not 0 as first thought)
GM: “I like that you’ve got used to the failure, though.”
GM: “Abuse the fuck out of it, Val, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“You can’t hear my eyeroll, but it was quite a loud eyeroll.”
“Let’s do some drive-by ghouling.”
“You’ve fucked up his life.”
“He has two girlfriends and a wife – he’s fucked up his own life already!”
To be continued!
