Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-31700973-20171111080656/@comment-30105631-20171112062456

It was a cold night. Everything was dark and gloomy. A low fog had settled over the ground, obscuring the cobblestone pathways. A monster was on the prowl.

It was hungry, hungry for blood. The youngest of the vampire clan, this one was eager to prove itself. And they had chosen a target.

The house was small, wooden. Easy to break into. The Vampire tip-toed into the living room, snuck over to the sleeping figure on the couch, and bared its fangs.

"OH SHIT WADDUP!" The vampire yelled as it plunged its teeth into the neck of the man in the couch. The man cried out in pain and reached for a hidden machine gun underneath the cabinet. Immediately, the vampire froze.

Oh man oh god, the vampire thought. The plan was to convert a townie with no useful skills, but this mafioso who could potentially help the vampires with his planning skills and knowledge of the other mafia's identities? OH HELL NAW.

The vampire tore the man's throat out, left the body there so that the town would surely no of a vamp attack as opposed to hiding it in the woods somewhere, and left.