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[RAM]

Oh yeah, we have a dagger!

Spoiler: post where we got the dagger (click to show/hide)

You decide that it's time to trash this trashed joint.
You ready a fist and punch through a chair. Or you would have; instead you just bruised your knuckle.

Hmm... It seems your powers are gone, must be the radiance sickness. This could be trouble, coupled with the fact that you need to feed more when in daylight.

Still, you need to find out what is inside those chairs. You pick up a chair and realise that it is made of balsa - very easy to snap - and so with all your might, you hurl it at the wall.
Satisfying enough, a resounding crack signifies the breakage of the chair. Lying in the debris is a well worn map of the local district.

[WILL UPLOAD IMAGE WHEN MY INTERNET RESETS]


On the map, the junction between General Road and the Old Strip is circled twice in red felt, with the word "RAVE" written next to it.

Not content with just this destruction, you pick up the other two chairs and turn them into snapped pieces of trash. Why would anyone make chairs out of balsa?
Amongst the wreckage, you find a parcel wrapped in newspaper and a wellnicked pen knife. You unwrap the parcel and find a hooded sweater, all neatly wrapped up with a note with the words,

"yojne yas evar ssap ot" written on it.

You realise that it would be a good idea to change clothes and to hide, just in case someone recognises you. You are dead, after all. Right? So you pull on the sweater. Strange; it fits you perfectly.
You pick up the dagger. However, you accidentally nick yourself with the blade. The cut stings, and instead of blood, a dark, inky ichor reluctantly leaks out. It seems the blade is very sharp.
Curious, you lick a drop of the ichor substance.
Not a wise choice.
You spend the next 15 minutes dry-puking and feeling like your insides was turned about.

What do you do now?

I am not really getting any ideas, so my vote is to cut our arm and bleed on the corpses... What does the rest of the collective think?
("we are the vampire, resistance is futile.")

[Strife26]

Swordfish?

[dragnar]

cut the "cushions" we walked on.

[Luke_Prowler]

(The password involves: Rave, Enjoy, and 2100. Possibly something else)

Before answering, go back outside and check the effect of sunlight on your skin. If it sparkles, end your pitiful life and impale yourself on something.

[Phantom]

We already got touched by sunlight.

"Rave Enjoys His Garlic Bread At Dareloth Corner for 2100 Cents."

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[Jervous]

Maybe hell is actually where you're trying to get to.

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[RAM]

Seconded!

[dragnar]

1. good idea
2. I believe that in most myths vampires cannot produce blood of their own and instead the blood of their victims flows through their veins, not ichor.
3. maybe, it's the best guess we have.
4. from what I can tell the vampire powers activate automatically after feeding, though this still might work.
5. bad puns are never the answer.

[RAM]

2. We have already seen our ichor, it didn't taste nice...
4. At this point pretty much everything seems to be a guess.
5. I just don't know how to respond such a wrong statement...

[Killas[SiN]]

I like how you guys are over thinking...

^^

Maybe hell is actually where you're trying to get to.

Gratz.

? + Sharp Stabbity Knife = Hell

Go figure.

[dragnar]

lets just make a random guess already. we could sit here forever thinking about it.

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[Strife26]

"Well, I don't know who the bloody hell I am, or what the hell has happened. I've got no fucking clue, but I suppose that the best answer would be Rave Enjoys His Garlic Bread At Dareloth Corner for 2100 Cents. That covers my bases best I suppose. Sheesh, that's meta."