Listen well Childer, for I shall not repeat myself.
When we wake upon the morrow, we all must face a choice.
Do we cling to that threadbare veil, the tattered façade we call Humanity?
Or do we succumb to our Hunger, to the Beast?
Every night we awaken from our torpid slumber, we face that very choice.
I tell you this, if we allow our Hunger, our Beast, to slip through the cracks, “they” will find us.
Now, WHO is “they“?
The Camarilla? The Sabbat? The Second Inquisition?
Who knows? Who cares! It doesn’t matter.
They will give you your Final Death.
So cling, cling tightly to those bare-threaded fabrics, the veil that keeps our precious Humanity.
Cling to the Tattered Façade.