Mac

Hey, wassup. Folks call me Mac. Yeah, it's short for something, but it isn't important for you to know what that is. I'm a Toreador. You know... an "artist". Don't mistake me for those pompous, limp wristed, sorry excuses for social climbers. [Editor's Note: Toreador have to -climb- socially? Is that even possible? - JC] I'm a guitarist and a damn good one at that.

Anyway, I live in Tucson.. well, some of the time. Been kind of ousted by the current regime. They seem to think I'm out to get 'em. I didn't do anything to make 'em think that, they just do. Maybe it's because of the Camarilla bullshit against the Sabbat, but I don't have a pack and I have no contact with anyone else outside the city.. so it comes down to being alone. That's always the case though, people are afraid of those they don't understand.. or feel that I'm a threat to their thin string of social acceptance. Take the former Tremere Prince, Steven.... he simply used the fact that I was Sabbat to dick over the populous. I didn't do squat... and then I get a bad rap because he zots one of my boys who ASKED to be Sabbat. Then that kid tells everyone I forced him into it. I'm not that stupid, hon, I expect loyalty from those I share blood with and there is no way forcing anyone to become what I am is gonna guarantee that. Look at my "sire" into the Sabbat, Merrich, I screwed him good without a second thought. My life or his. You know, it's a dog eat dog world and when you mess with someone by pushing them into a hole and covering 'em up... you're bound to get it in the end. It's true, I'm a little fucked in the head now, but I'm not stupid. If you think I would even consider taking on the Camarilla by myself, you're as crazy as the damned annoying little Malkavian shits.

My first impressions of Camarilla way were when I came to Tucson, run by Tremere and populated by fucking lemmings. I got screwed one way and then the other and I see nothing redeeming about the Camarilla way. Then again, I've been all but abandoned by the Sabbat heirarchy, so fuck em all. One thing to be sure of, though, NEVER CALL ME AN ANARCH! I'll kill you in your tracks and never feel an ounce of remorse. Those fuckers are what sent me running in the first place.

For all those reading this that are still in Tucson... I'm still around... don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you.... the same goes in reverse.

Thank you Mr. Kramer for killing that Toreador Anarch for me... I had intended on doing it myself, but never got the chance to meet up with him safely. Yes, you heard me... he was never Sabbat.. the charges were false, and you did just what I wanted you to do. Thanks for playing bigshot.. you're a dead man anyway and I don't have to lift a finger. Just lucky I guess.

You kids and your political bullshit are so deluded in what is right and wrong that you don't see when you're being dicked by a pretender... and an amature at that. This whole "electing" a prince and cat fights over Primogen status are like mudwrestling for midgets, hillarious to watch but a bitch when you're in the ring.

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