Why can't I live a life for me?
Why must I take the abuse that's served?
Why can't they see...
Why must I take the abuse that's served?
Why can't they see...
Strange Nights (Hetalia Human AU/Vampire: The Masquerade)
- Thread starter Vito Scaletta
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- Crossover Horror
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Vito Scaletta
Immoralist
- Location
- The City of Empire Bay
Why can't I live a life for me?
Why must I take the abuse that's served?
Why can't they see they're just like me?
It's the same, it's the same in the whole wide world
-Ministry
Prologue: Old Memories and Introductions
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times...
Yeah, I know. What a cringe-inducing and just downright awful cliche, but if you were a young geeky kid living in the quaint Midwestern town of Hawkins, Indiana back in the halcyon and bygone days of the 1990's, you'd understand why I chose to open with such a tired old quote from such a tired old book.
My name is Alfred and this is my story....
Or more accurately, it is our story. It would a dishonorable and utter disgrace to my friends who were there with me if I did not tell their story as well and give them the proper credit and respect where it is due. This is the melancholic and mostly true nostalgic lament for a time long gone and never to return...
I suppose I should begin with how it all got started. I was about thirteen years old at the time and in Eighth Grade living with my parents and my younger eleven-year old brother Matthew in the quaint suburban town of Hawkins. Like I said earlier, this was way back when in the 1990's. If I had to take a guess, I'd say 1995 or 1996, but I'm not really sure. Who needs the exact details anyway?
What I do know is that Matt and I had a new Sony Playstation, as did our older and cooler friend, the Ninth Grader, alpha nerd, and eternal Game Master Arthur Kirkland. But while Arthur and I played Playstation, all of my other friends were still only playing Super Nintendo or Sega Genesis.
The Simpsons was still going strong, Sailor Moon was on TV but it was brand new and only in syndication at the time, and we all were secretly watching anime and horror movies on VHS tapes we'd rent from the local RST Video store. This was the really cool stuff like Vampire Hunter D and Ninja Scroll as well as horror classics like Dawn of the Dead (and I'm talking about the badass 1978 George Romero original, not the terrible and over-produced 2004 Zack Snyder remake)
Of course, back then the older kids in high school and the college dudes called anime "Japanimation" and the small little section of tapes they had in the video store was even labeled as such. The best part was that the store clerk at RST Video honestly did not give a shit and let us rent anything we wanted so long as we had the cash on hand.
For fuck's sake, I still remember how utterly shocked I was when I saw Legend of the Overfiend for the very first time on VHS.
My friends and I were the kind of dudes who were outcasts but did not give a shit. We were an eclectic group that blended elements from different facets of nerd culture. We were a mix of video game geeks, proto-anime otaku, D&D geeks, Goths, metalheads, and paramilitary mall ninja types all rolled into one.
We were the guys who loved horror movies, science fiction, comic books, anime, Dungeons & Dragons and other role-playing games, martial arts and ninja stuff, as well as anything that could be considered military or paramilitary in nature. Our favorite magazines were Soldier of Fortune, Black Belt Magazine, Electronic Gaming Monthly, and Tips & Tricks.
My friends Arthur and Kiku were even lucky enough to own a computer at their house and spent time posting on the internet. It's hard to believe now, but the internet was a big fucking deal back in the 90's, even if it was very primitive by today's standards and populated almost entirely by nerds and geeks at the time.
Were we full of cringe back then? Sure, we most certainly were. But we had fun, stuck together, and looked out for each other. Honestly, that was all that mattered to us back then.
Anyway, it was around the beginning of Spring when this all started, so I'd say it would have been in either late March or early April of 1995 or 1996 at the time. We were still in school at the time but Spring Break was fast approaching and everyone was excited. Arthur had called me to tell me about how he was going to run a role-playing game that none of us had played before over the entirety of Spring Break and that he thought was going to be totally awesome.
Of course, I told my younger brother Matthew and my three other friends: Kiku, Gilbert, and Antonio. All of us were extremely excited about this game. From what Arthur had told me, it was unlike any other pen-and-paper game that any of us had ever played.
We had played our fair share of games, mostly Advanced Dungeons & Dragons. But we also played Gamma World, Boot Hill, RECON, and Call of Cthulhu. But this game was unlike any other.
It was a Gothic horror role-playing game that was set in our very own modern day world and unlike other games where you either fought the monster or at the very least tried to stop the monsters, in this game YOU were the monster.
A vampire, to be specific. That is right, I am talking about the esteemed White Wolf classic Vampire: The Masquerade and trust me, we had a lot of fun playing that game back in the 90's.
However, that is just the tip of the iceberg. No, this story gets much better than that....
To Be Continued
Why must I take the abuse that's served?
Why can't they see they're just like me?
It's the same, it's the same in the whole wide world
-Ministry
Prologue: Old Memories and Introductions
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times...
Yeah, I know. What a cringe-inducing and just downright awful cliche, but if you were a young geeky kid living in the quaint Midwestern town of Hawkins, Indiana back in the halcyon and bygone days of the 1990's, you'd understand why I chose to open with such a tired old quote from such a tired old book.
My name is Alfred and this is my story....
Or more accurately, it is our story. It would a dishonorable and utter disgrace to my friends who were there with me if I did not tell their story as well and give them the proper credit and respect where it is due. This is the melancholic and mostly true nostalgic lament for a time long gone and never to return...
I suppose I should begin with how it all got started. I was about thirteen years old at the time and in Eighth Grade living with my parents and my younger eleven-year old brother Matthew in the quaint suburban town of Hawkins. Like I said earlier, this was way back when in the 1990's. If I had to take a guess, I'd say 1995 or 1996, but I'm not really sure. Who needs the exact details anyway?
What I do know is that Matt and I had a new Sony Playstation, as did our older and cooler friend, the Ninth Grader, alpha nerd, and eternal Game Master Arthur Kirkland. But while Arthur and I played Playstation, all of my other friends were still only playing Super Nintendo or Sega Genesis.
The Simpsons was still going strong, Sailor Moon was on TV but it was brand new and only in syndication at the time, and we all were secretly watching anime and horror movies on VHS tapes we'd rent from the local RST Video store. This was the really cool stuff like Vampire Hunter D and Ninja Scroll as well as horror classics like Dawn of the Dead (and I'm talking about the badass 1978 George Romero original, not the terrible and over-produced 2004 Zack Snyder remake)
Of course, back then the older kids in high school and the college dudes called anime "Japanimation" and the small little section of tapes they had in the video store was even labeled as such. The best part was that the store clerk at RST Video honestly did not give a shit and let us rent anything we wanted so long as we had the cash on hand.
For fuck's sake, I still remember how utterly shocked I was when I saw Legend of the Overfiend for the very first time on VHS.
My friends and I were the kind of dudes who were outcasts but did not give a shit. We were an eclectic group that blended elements from different facets of nerd culture. We were a mix of video game geeks, proto-anime otaku, D&D geeks, Goths, metalheads, and paramilitary mall ninja types all rolled into one.
We were the guys who loved horror movies, science fiction, comic books, anime, Dungeons & Dragons and other role-playing games, martial arts and ninja stuff, as well as anything that could be considered military or paramilitary in nature. Our favorite magazines were Soldier of Fortune, Black Belt Magazine, Electronic Gaming Monthly, and Tips & Tricks.
My friends Arthur and Kiku were even lucky enough to own a computer at their house and spent time posting on the internet. It's hard to believe now, but the internet was a big fucking deal back in the 90's, even if it was very primitive by today's standards and populated almost entirely by nerds and geeks at the time.
Were we full of cringe back then? Sure, we most certainly were. But we had fun, stuck together, and looked out for each other. Honestly, that was all that mattered to us back then.
Anyway, it was around the beginning of Spring when this all started, so I'd say it would have been in either late March or early April of 1995 or 1996 at the time. We were still in school at the time but Spring Break was fast approaching and everyone was excited. Arthur had called me to tell me about how he was going to run a role-playing game that none of us had played before over the entirety of Spring Break and that he thought was going to be totally awesome.
Of course, I told my younger brother Matthew and my three other friends: Kiku, Gilbert, and Antonio. All of us were extremely excited about this game. From what Arthur had told me, it was unlike any other pen-and-paper game that any of us had ever played.
We had played our fair share of games, mostly Advanced Dungeons & Dragons. But we also played Gamma World, Boot Hill, RECON, and Call of Cthulhu. But this game was unlike any other.
It was a Gothic horror role-playing game that was set in our very own modern day world and unlike other games where you either fought the monster or at the very least tried to stop the monsters, in this game YOU were the monster.
A vampire, to be specific. That is right, I am talking about the esteemed White Wolf classic Vampire: The Masquerade and trust me, we had a lot of fun playing that game back in the 90's.
However, that is just the tip of the iceberg. No, this story gets much better than that....
To Be Continued