When you're asleep in torpor deep,
Lots of secrets you can keep,
No point of vitae can you partake,
And so your thirst will never slake.
What will happen when you wake?
Will demons off your back you shake?
No one knows but many care
Of when you wake and how you fair,
So ponder this while still abed,
The nightmares twisting in your head.
Sometime soon you shall revive
And we shall see who stays alive.
Life Affects Play
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It happens to all of us. The chronicle gets derailed by a bunch of
real-world details. This player gets sick. That player’s got to go out of
town. Things g...
17 years ago
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