Short documentaries on what a Malkavian would say if asked. A few in-game jokes, but no story-killers and if you haven't played VTM it's just a fun read for the laughter of insanity. By the way, I love languages, so each title is in a random language, just for fun. Maybe a Malkavian would know lots of languages anyway, just to confuse non-Malkavians…
Conoscenza (Knowledge)
This malcontent of the back has not long confronted my well-being but yet pesters me so during the course of the black sky. Oh, but such colours we see in the sky of noir, the sky of moi, my mind sanctuary of roses that bleed in merciless fancies all coiled and twisted together as three. One, three, one, no difference- all same. Desire, my friend, haha oh treacherous salmon. Voluptuous aching or longing, no aching. Ow. The chimpanzee asleep behind me grasps a heat of sun rays dancing amidst my mind of play things for lustful, gluttonous devils.
Readers, my sanity dwindles upon many little white pills, but have no fear- for blood runs thick in the vastly scrupulous oceans of vanity. Not my blood, for the blood of me is spilt. I am dead to those yet alive to others, but for want of nirvanial bliss I pray to oppressing spirits of agony to relieve me. Oh, me. Confronting crimson glow about my person, stabbing and exposing the faults and twinges. Don't deny your knowledge, the light engulfs you but you are indifferent to the very walls of its stomach. Ha! What light? Now eternally lie in darkness, let its evil seduce you through the verses of power and accented crushing of love-birds a-tweeting.
Life, Death- we are the same song and the words read the same from every mouth and lips of humankind and kindred alike. The dark will shield you and prevent such observations of minor delusions from entities of bestial insight, more than the view of hellish politicians destined to a set fate of lies and misery. I catch an essence of mistrust in your calling, yet help will not deliver- for your journey is one of solitude to bring about the being of arcane mysteries in shadow.
Seek not what you believe, for what you believe seeketh not you.
