Post by van on Jun 27, 2008 19:18:30 GMT -8
The Emo, The Aristocrat and The “I'm Better Than You.” Vampires. Seems like an odd topic for me to write about as I usually try to find something enlightening and worth while. Something that makes you dig deep down inside and really think about what your doing and who you are. Yet I pen this missive in the hopes that you will take a step back and evaluate your actions. Do you fall into one of these categories dear reader?
There are many in this city who do, and while I shan't name names, one need only look in the paper to find out who they are. They fight with words, with tears, with smug attitudes and have no valid reason to do so. Being an elder in this city does not automatically make you hot shit. It does not make you any better than any one else.
Nay dear reader, what makes you better than the average pire is the way you carry yourself in this city. With decorum, grace and humility. Constantly bragging about your monetary status, your war chest, and your time in the city makes you nothing but a braggart and sound like an idiot. Especially when you follow all responses that you don't agree with with the ever so grand statement “Or what?”
What the hell is that supposed to mean? “Or what?” Does it mean that you couldn't use the vast vocabulary you must surely have after centuries of unlife to come up with a valid argument to support your thesis? Are you suddenly to childish to be able to think of a simple, logical and well thought out statement? Well I say this now to you. Take your “Or what” and go back to the sandbox, no one wants to hear it.
And of course we have every ones personal favorite. The Emopire. Don't get to close, they may bleed on you, or even worse, cry on you. Gods forbid you speak frank with this tender little bud. One sharp word, one cross look will send them spiraling down into an abyss of “every one hates me.” “I should leave the city” “I'm going D&B!”
Well to this I say, shut the hell up and do it already! Every one is sick and tired of your threats, whining and pedantic attitude. Grow the hell up, put on your big girl panties and get on with unlife. It's filled with ups and downs. With hardship and with joy. Get over the bad times, cherish the good. You have eternity to live, why spend it crying, bitching and moaning that so and so hates you, you lost the love of your unlife ect. You'll make new friends and probably have a new love of your unlife before the night is over. Cry me a river, build me a bridge and get over it!
And then we come to the Aristocrat. These vampires never have any thing of worth to say, simply relying on their time in the city and the flowery words that dribble from their idiotic mouths to carry them through unlife. While similar to the “Better Than You” vampire, they are not quite the same. Though it is a rare thing to see, the Aristocrat will actually apologize when they are wrong, or hell even admit it! But not after endless hours of drama and bitching about how they are right and you are wrong. Proof? They don't need proof! Their word is enough. That is b.s. I say. If you wish to be taken seriously, if you wish to have your facts straight, get some damned proof to back up your mouth. People will only tolerate your crap for so long before you wake up with a holy water shower.
Those of who who take the time to read this article and distill the facts from the rants will see that this select and varied group of vampires exists all over the city. It's up to you, my enraptured audience to wade through the crap and find the facts of the matters. The choice lies with you, to fall in line in these categories or to set a new standard and be a shining example to the rest of the trash that exists in the city.
There are many in this city who do, and while I shan't name names, one need only look in the paper to find out who they are. They fight with words, with tears, with smug attitudes and have no valid reason to do so. Being an elder in this city does not automatically make you hot shit. It does not make you any better than any one else.
Nay dear reader, what makes you better than the average pire is the way you carry yourself in this city. With decorum, grace and humility. Constantly bragging about your monetary status, your war chest, and your time in the city makes you nothing but a braggart and sound like an idiot. Especially when you follow all responses that you don't agree with with the ever so grand statement “Or what?”
What the hell is that supposed to mean? “Or what?” Does it mean that you couldn't use the vast vocabulary you must surely have after centuries of unlife to come up with a valid argument to support your thesis? Are you suddenly to childish to be able to think of a simple, logical and well thought out statement? Well I say this now to you. Take your “Or what” and go back to the sandbox, no one wants to hear it.
And of course we have every ones personal favorite. The Emopire. Don't get to close, they may bleed on you, or even worse, cry on you. Gods forbid you speak frank with this tender little bud. One sharp word, one cross look will send them spiraling down into an abyss of “every one hates me.” “I should leave the city” “I'm going D&B!”
Well to this I say, shut the hell up and do it already! Every one is sick and tired of your threats, whining and pedantic attitude. Grow the hell up, put on your big girl panties and get on with unlife. It's filled with ups and downs. With hardship and with joy. Get over the bad times, cherish the good. You have eternity to live, why spend it crying, bitching and moaning that so and so hates you, you lost the love of your unlife ect. You'll make new friends and probably have a new love of your unlife before the night is over. Cry me a river, build me a bridge and get over it!
And then we come to the Aristocrat. These vampires never have any thing of worth to say, simply relying on their time in the city and the flowery words that dribble from their idiotic mouths to carry them through unlife. While similar to the “Better Than You” vampire, they are not quite the same. Though it is a rare thing to see, the Aristocrat will actually apologize when they are wrong, or hell even admit it! But not after endless hours of drama and bitching about how they are right and you are wrong. Proof? They don't need proof! Their word is enough. That is b.s. I say. If you wish to be taken seriously, if you wish to have your facts straight, get some damned proof to back up your mouth. People will only tolerate your crap for so long before you wake up with a holy water shower.
Those of who who take the time to read this article and distill the facts from the rants will see that this select and varied group of vampires exists all over the city. It's up to you, my enraptured audience to wade through the crap and find the facts of the matters. The choice lies with you, to fall in line in these categories or to set a new standard and be a shining example to the rest of the trash that exists in the city.