Disclaimer: I am the real Vlad The Impaler. This is not a larp. I survived over five centuries thanks to my vampirism. Though some may seek immortality, I can tell you it is a curse. No animals were harmed in my drinking of blood. I do not drink contaminated mRNA blood. Vampires do not endorse mRNA gene therapy and seek to ally with Pure Bloods for termination of Bio-Terrorists. Though impalements are unfairly perceived to be brutal, they are the most effective hindrance to tyranny.
In my pre-draconian days I was a Wallachian Prince named Vlad Tepes, or Vlad Dracul, meaning “The Dragon.” I was born in the fortress of Sighisoara, Romania in December of 1431. My people had fled into the mountains to avoid high casualty and frequent conflict in the lowland passageways. My father is Vlad Dracul who was the military governor of Transylvania, appointed by Emperor Sigismund. My father Vlad Dracul was welcomed into the Order of the Dragon. The Order began in 1387 and was a society committed to militarism against ottoman turks and protectionism of the catholic church. We built fortresses. I became prince in 1456 and in my reign my armies killed over 100,000 invaders and traitors. I was nicknamed “The Impaler” because of my signature battle tactics of impaling my victims on sharp makeshift poles made with nearby trees. I was supposedly assassinated in 1476 but had previously been turned.
Hollywood has embellished on folk tales and much mysticism about us vampires. I do not shapeshift into a bat and I am not repelled by crosses. And I like garlic in a hearty spaghetti sauce.
A fresh dose of blood does revitalize us. It feels like a pcp dose. High strength, a shot of adrenaline, sudden clairvoyance and articulate thought. But I am far more restless in time of thirst than after quenching.
interesting, until all the cows are dead
Way to organized. Food is the key. When it fails, hysteria comes quick. You forgot about city wide cannibalism.
Disclaimer: I am the real Vlad The Impaler. This is not a larp. I survived over five centuries thanks to my vampirism. Though some may seek immortality, I can tell you it is a curse. No animals were harmed in my drinking of blood. I do not drink contaminated mRNA blood. Vampires do not endorse mRNA gene therapy and seek to ally with Pure Bloods for termination of Bio-Terrorists. Though impalements are unfairly perceived to be brutal, they are the most effective hindrance to tyranny.
In my pre-draconian days I was a Wallachian Prince named Vlad Tepes, or Vlad Dracul, meaning “The Dragon.” I was born in the fortress of Sighisoara, Romania in December of 1431. My people had fled into the mountains to avoid high casualty and frequent conflict in the lowland passageways. My father is Vlad Dracul who was the military governor of Transylvania, appointed by Emperor Sigismund. My father Vlad Dracul was welcomed into the Order of the Dragon. The Order began in 1387 and was a society committed to militarism against ottoman turks and protectionism of the catholic church. We built fortresses. I became prince in 1456 and in my reign my armies killed over 100,000 invaders and traitors. I was nicknamed “The Impaler” because of my signature battle tactics of impaling my victims on sharp makeshift poles made with nearby trees. I was supposedly assassinated in 1476 but had previously been turned.
Hollywood has embellished on folk tales and much mysticism about us vampires. I do not shapeshift into a bat and I am not repelled by crosses. And I like garlic in a hearty spaghetti sauce.
A fresh dose of blood does revitalize us. It feels like a pcp dose. High strength, a shot of adrenaline, sudden clairvoyance and articulate thought. But I am far more restless in time of thirst than after quenching.