Inspired due the 20th anniversary edition of Vampire the Masquerade I had returned to write a handful of shortstories. Mostly to reconsider the storyteller position, which I discarded ago, becoming a part of my social life *cough* again.
Dorkness and roleplaying, unholy bedfellows.
This one was spun, as clichè, and then I 'was inspired' (nothing to do with baseball bats and assissted opening knives in illegal length), to write a second version, wherein poor lil gay Pascal becomes the dark protagonist instead.
