Fit to burst [This is the worst trip of her all undead life. Like seriously, a solid -100/10. And that's saying something in comparison that she's been only really done adjusting to the whole baby you're a vampire now thing a few years prior. That's even worse than that one ride in Phuket. The one with the opium bar.
It must be the drugs really, she'd never come up with such sick shit on her own. Even if it's a very convincing trip. So just to be sure, she finds someone who at least looks reasonable -not one of those sickos thank you very much - and tries her best at sounding casual. You know, just as you sometimes need to ask people if there's anything wrong with your hair or make-up.]
Heya, sorry to drop it on you, but could you please tell me if there's something on my back?
[Because she doesn't trust mirrors, or her own eyes, but dear lord aren't those eight freaking spider legs sticking out just above her otherwise shapely ass. Worst trip, man, worst trip.]
The emergence [And then it gets worse... Must be acid, can't be anything else, can it? How the hell one moment she can be at some seriously fucked-up kink party and the other in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse?! And she doesn't even have a shotgun! What kind of stupid dream that is?!]
Get away from me, you sick fucks!
Light It Up [When the first fires start she runs, using the power and the speed of her new eight legs. She still thinks them freaky as hell but at least they get her away from the fire. You don't come close to a fire if you're a vampire. That's like the first lesson she learned.]
Oh god, oh god, please, let me wake up! Just let me wake up...
Gisele Maria Abravanel Braganza | Vampire: the Masquerade | Arachne
[This is the worst trip of her all undead life. Like seriously, a solid -100/10. And that's saying something in comparison that she's been only really done adjusting to the whole baby you're a vampire now thing a few years prior. That's even worse than that one ride in Phuket. The one with the opium bar.
It must be the drugs really, she'd never come up with such sick shit on her own. Even if it's a very convincing trip. So just to be sure, she finds someone who at least looks reasonable -not one of those sickos thank you very much - and tries her best at sounding casual. You know, just as you sometimes need to ask people if there's anything wrong with your hair or make-up.]
Heya, sorry to drop it on you, but could you please tell me if there's something on my back?
[Because she doesn't trust mirrors, or her own eyes, but dear lord aren't those eight freaking spider legs sticking out just above her otherwise shapely ass. Worst trip, man, worst trip.]
The emergence
[And then it gets worse... Must be acid, can't be anything else, can it? How the hell one moment she can be at some seriously fucked-up kink party and the other in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse?! And she doesn't even have a shotgun! What kind of stupid dream that is?!]
Get away from me, you sick fucks!
Light It Up
[When the first fires start she runs, using the power and the speed of her new eight legs. She still thinks them freaky as hell but at least they get her away from the fire. You don't come close to a fire if you're a vampire. That's like the first lesson she learned.]
Oh god, oh god, please, let me wake up! Just let me wake up...