05/07/2006 at 21:53:39

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You weave your way out of the pub, entranced as the sign The Bloody Tampon swims in your vision. After a few minutes you remember where you are... your weekly (and sometimes nightly) stomping ground. You remember women dancing around topless on a bed in front of the bar... rythemless dance offs... and for some reason HAIL SATAN! can be heard from the open door. You shake your head... must have been one hell of a night.

The night is dark and cloudy. The only light is the random globe from the flickering streetlights. Nature calls. The pubs special brew, PBR, is flowing steadily through your veins. You can never control your self because of the flavor of the fine brew. To your right is an alley, with no lights. Perfect. You make your way there, bouncing off the irritating walls, cursing them for their nettlesome behavior. You finally relieve yourself, wildly writing your name on the wall... how do you spell it again? Oh well. You can feel the gaze of on lookers, but dazidly ignore them and continue your masterpiece (perhaps it was not so dark after all). Finished you start down the street.

You make it home, breathing deeper as you sight your porch. It had been a long journey and you can not really remember any of it. Was someone following you? No, of course not. You just know your feet are ready for a long rest. From the shadows to the side of your house you hear a sound, that of nails on stone. You reach for your nine and listen, peering into darkness. A lean shadow detaches itself from the rest: its a stray dog, nosing at some garbage. the bags torn wide open, garbage sprawled everywhere, you start to curse at the animal waving your arms wildly trying to scare the dog. The creature knows he has done wrong and looks at with the innocence only a dog can display, as to say - I did not mean it, I was hungry.

Relieved you crouch down and offer your fingers for the hound to sniff. He remindes you of something... have you seen this dog before? Suddenly it seems to notice you, and your extended hand. Its tail starts to wag wildly and you swear you can here PLAY, PLAY, PLAY. The dog can not seem to control its excitement. It pees all over the ground. in your drunken state it amuses you and you can not help but laugh at the crazy dog. You remember it now, it belongs to the owner of The Bloody Tampon. Whats its name...Kyle, Kris, Dirk? Suddenly you realize you also have just pissed all over the ground. As the thought of how much that sucks crosses your mind, you pass out.

You finally wake up, head aching like nothing you have ever felt. you swear that you will never drink PBR again, but you know you can never help it when it comes to that delicous goodness in a bottle. As you start to come to a little more, you look around... confused. You have no idea where you are. Where ever you are it is very dark, and you can not even make out your own hand when you put it in front of your face. Only the faint smell of wet dog lingers in the air. You think to yourself that where ever you are the dog was stupid enough to follow... and why was it wet?

Suddenly pain surges through your body. You can hardly think straight enough to comprehend where the pain is coming from. You feel that are engulfed with heat hot enough to melt your skin, yet frozen so solidly that you can not move. Your flesh feels like its being torn apart, causing you to thrash around violently. With a start you realize it IS being torn apart... but you are the one tearing the sheats of unwanted flesh from your body, exposing your true self. The pain subsides, the room is no longer dark as before but a cave seemingly lit with a greenish tone. you finally remember where you are. It is your hideout. the smell of wet dog was not the mutt you remember from outside your human home, but your own scent from the short swim into the cave. The Great Moon must have been covered for a short while to cause you to change back to your human form.

Now you are rested once more, and feel the strength of your body flow though you... along with the hunger. It is time to go out into the world and feast once more on the flesh of humans, and of course your favorite, vampires. Let the hunt begin.




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Clan Leaders:
the very evil and wet LAZER SNAKE
the very sexy and buff MAGATRON
the very attractive and raunchy NIGER

the clan V.P.s:
the very tuff and shiny Deceptaqueer
the very mellow and rabid Lodar
the very hairy and lame BigO
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ALLIES:

[PiNoY] UnHoly Wolves

[FIL] The Greek Style

[(I*I)] Dirt Doggz

[SHP] Stonehaven Pack

-WAR---------------------WAR--------------------WAR----------------------WAR-

no war right now.

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Please everyone make sure you use ALL of your manhunt time!
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The only sexy werewolves around. We like to dance! To join this clan you must take off your pants.


bush is the leader of vampires!!!!

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Name:	Level:	Rank:
[tfatt] orgasmic unicorn	24	bad hair day. all year.
[tfatt] magatron	22	fo shizzle CL
[tfatt] Deceptaqueer	22	unemployed but still cool VP
Mentlkk	21	dirty slut whorebag
BigO	19	Loves popcorn VP
Magnum	17	stinky fingers.
Turbo Titti	16	sexy mofo
avonylgu	16	hairy tongue
[tfatt] lodar	15	ass kick king VP
[tfatt] Heart Ache	13	horse legs