So this evening my friends and I went to a rarring game of Vampire: The Masquerade, the live action version mind you. Yes, I am that dorky to play a role playing game. Holy shitting hell are those bastards cliquish. It's just like high school, only with adults...and capes...and some fangs...but I didn't wear those things. The guys who run the game let their friends get all the best stuff, the neatest feeding grounds and whatnot. And those of us not sucking their dicks, are left following the rules that even they won't abide by. Point in case, I make a new character tonight with a set amount of clans(vampire groups) that I can be from. So I merrily choose an uppity type, knowing that I'm a good(at least decent) veteran roleplayer, hoping that I'll have fun. The storytellers(guy who runs the game) friend comes in, horribly new rookie gamer, and makes himself something we new to the group can't be. Motherfuckers. I know I should get worked up about a role playing game, but it's not fun when you're forced to follow rules that are so easily bent and broken for the "in" crowd members. I want to kill now. Yes, the dork has a murderous rage that none of you knows about. Meowdeath!!