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THE MONSTER OF EALING
Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

HOROSCOPE
MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



Across The Board
Current Chronicle: Dragons and Lions; Pride and Fire
Current Season: Spring
Controlling Sect: Camarilla



Index
Getting Started
General Information
Central London
North London
East London
West London
South London
Miscellaneous
Out of Character


Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
Other
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 7
Tremere: 2
Nosferatu: 3
Gangrel: 1
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 0
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 0
Nosferatu: 1
Gangrel: 1
Setites: 5
Sabbat: ???


THE CAMARILLA

Prince

Nobody

Sheriff
Meredith Furlong
Hounds
Robyne Sheridan
Rosella Marie Allain


Keeper of Elysium
Davvad Bisset

Grand Harpy
Catherine Wilke

Primogen
Ventrue: Marcus Antonio Russo
Brujah: Thomas Krusen
Gangrel: Alexa Mallik
Malkavian: Ellora Reese
Tremere: Hannah Sundling
Toreador: Arsenio Pozzi
Nosferatu: Dogan Khojak



ANARCHS

Baron

Khoza

Baronets
Enfield: Leslie
Haringey & Barnet: Clarice Harris
Harrow: Jelena Korolenko

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You find yourself in London on a dreary, foggy night like any other. But what lurks in the shadows is the stuff of fantasies and nightmares, far from mortal reality.

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ATTN: Alice.

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A fine mist of SANDPAPER FLOWERS crawls through the ankles of those who dare remaining on the ground. Fly, you fools! You have to fly! For the subtle threads of destiny weigh as chains, dragging you all to hell. Mistrust and enthusiasm corrupting each other in an off tempo waltz that makes them circle in waves of misplaced joy.

Big dome don't touch; broad shoulders don't speak; crude rules don't follow; war hero less than zero. His commanding voice, his aura of authority, his proud stride, all long to cover up for the hollow reality that creeps inside, all banging on the door of his own bestiality, barely muzzled by endless piles of rules, and more rules. WAKE UP! YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD! GIVE UP! YOU ARE NOT A TROUT! Assume the position, hands to your feet, bloat your chest, get ready for the ramming. You can trust me. Vote for me.

Wet sand. Lots and lots of wet sand. From high up in the sky, it all looks small and insignificant. The sand forms images of the orphan deer, engaged in a large orgy of blood and gore with other puppets that are not relevant. The dear deer likes collecting things - collecting parts of other puppets. GIVE ME MY SHARE OF THINGS! I DEMAND IT! IT IS MY BIRTH RIGHT! I AM ROYALTY! The murky sand is covering something that is shiny, but not something that is warm and comforting. It is an ivory shine and feels cold and detached, similar to a treasure with the essence of death buried beneath the sand. In the images, the psychedelic deer is in a state of constant euphoria, and there is something else: an entity that is constantly over her horned head, directing her every vulgar action.

And there is a surprise on the way, something that shatters the mirrors of self indulgence, only to place a bigger, and more deceiving mirror in front of her. The snake with one eye. A massive living and walking set of male genitalia, staring at the world from the output hole, combing its curly head garment in self devotion. The phallic monster clings to a long lost feeling of live, of something that was not only long lost, but also despised by the whole world around them. Ah, the glorious irony of those who desperately try to hold on to the very things they can't even invoke back. LET GO! YOU ARE A MASSIVE STICK IN THE MUD, AND THE MUD IS NOT MOANING FOR YOU! RIDICULOUS FOOL, YOU ARE ADORABLY EASY TO MURDER!

Animal mamushka drags his puppy pet around, like a double act in a small town circus. There is a box within a box within a box within a box within a box. A cat owns the boxes. The cat could be alive, dead, or both things at the same time, depending on who gets to open the next box. The boxes are bigger and bigger, the more you open them. It is paradoxical, and certainly ridiculous. Jerky perky fakey takey, doggy foggy Roger Moore. Who will tell him that he's done? LET ME DO IT! I WANT TO SCRUB MY FEET WITH HIS LIVER! ME! ME! ME!

Hey piggy... Majestic plurality of decadent dissociation; the bull that gets bullied by the bold. Nobody ever imagined that there was a MIND OF HER OWN, BECAUSE WE ARE WOMEN AND WE CAN inside that repugnant head. Turns out, everybody always underestimate the thing that they should overestimate. After a layer of unflattering appearance of incompetence, lies another layer of evident ability and skill, a layer that sets the record straight and attempts to justify the failure of our justice system. What nobody ever does is scratching beneath that layer, because they all know that they will find the same old incompetence back again. Sad. Depressing. Hysterical.

Destiny pushes the brave and the wild towards the edge of the abyss, and then it keeps on pushing. There is no way destiny will soften its grip, or stop pushing. Like popcorn, they are to jump in the pan, demanding butter with frowny indignation.
Oh no! My souffle!
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