#vtm rebekah

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The Nosferatu movie reviews are in!!

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My friend and I were discussing VtM scenes that would make good ACME cartoons and...remember that time that Lucita blow-torched Beckett's balls.

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[[Image ID two screenshots from Beckett's Jyhad Diary's "The Way of Three Eyes" chapter. A simple audio transcript without edits or notes,

Anatole: You continue, Lu. This tale is starting to bore me, and I'm tired of adding artistic embellishment.

Lucita: Our hero screamed, fell backwards into the pool, swam as if his life depended on it--which it probably did--and removed his trousers before climbing up the diving board. I was making my way up the other side of the building when I heard his shrieks, and raced to his location. I found him in flagrante delicto with a flotation device.

Okulos: What of the corpulent corpse?

Lucita: Still cackling when I arrived, and attempting to pull itself to its stump-feet.

Okulos: This really happened?

Anatole: Every damn thing. If hell gets worse the further down one does, this place was an inversion. The closer I was to the rooftop, the worse the sounds, sights, and smells.

Lucita: When stumpy caught sight of me, it wrenched a grille from one of the water overflow drains, and threw itself inside. I blow-torched any offspring latched upon Beckett's legs. Most of them followed mother down the drain.

Anatole: The leg hair still hasn't grown back.

Okulos: I assume neither of you followed this thing into the sewer?

Lucita: He said that if you were there, he would have asked you to enter the drains, but no.

Okulos: A true friend.

Lucita: The remainder of our search turned up nothing living. Nothing sapient, anyway. Plenty of corpses--mortals, we believe--stuffed with hives of parasites. Obscene. All of it.

Anatole: Whether it was evidence of Baali activity in Johannesburg, or just a Nosferatu with entomomania, it was all kinds of wrong. There was only one course of action available to us.

Okulos: You burned down the building.

Rebekah: Actually, I did that.

Beckett: [far from the recorder] Are you lot talking about me?

[Recording ends]]]