Bill was born in 1945 to successful farmers in Central California. He was a good kid, if an introvert. He worked hard on the farm, did well enough in school to get into SFSU, where he studied agricultural science, at his parent's insistence. Since they were paying for college, he went along with it. There, he became very involved in the hippie movement, converted to Buddhism, became a vegetarian and began experimenting with drugs. He started as most do with marijuana, and shortly moved on to mushrooms, with some LSD on the side. When he moved out of the dorms in his second year, he began to cultivate 'shrooms in his basement, producing exotic varieties.
After, he graduated, he stayed in San Francisco, keeping a steady manual labor job, but still spent his free time drugged up. During one of his parties, he drew the short straw, and went out to go retrieve something. He forgot half way to the store, and found himself face down in a gutter. As he began communing with the spirits of those lights that kept zipping by, he heard someone sit next to him.
He found himself agreeing with the figure's questions. The next thing he knew, he was in an apartment, overcome with utter euphoria. No drug could compare to the feeling he was experiencing. It over shadowed the drugs, blowing them out of his system.
After he recovered from the Embrace and was informed of his situation, he returned home, under the supervision of his Sire. When a friend took a shot of heroin, a single drop of blood welled to the surface, driving him into Frenzy.
His Sire subdued him, and let him feed safely. His friends were appraised of his new situation, and generally agreed that was "cool".
He has spent the following decades 'pranking' the military, starting as an anti-Vietnam war protest. He prefers to prank the Navy, as they are based on the West Coast. The CIA got too close for his comfort in the late 2000s, so he was able to convince his herd to move to New Valencia.
So not today. Tomorrow?
Author
Topic: VtM - New Valencia (Read 5188 times)