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So yeah, 2018. Came back to Glasgow near the start of the year after some stupid shit happened down south and I offended some twat who make putting my face out on the street a bit awkward. I could’ve stayed but there was a new Prince in Glasgow… who turned out to be Ravnos… so I decided to give it another and maybe I could actually see it through this time.
Anyway, Angus must’ve said something good to her because she stuck me straight in as Scourge. Shit! I mean, I know I wanted to give it another go, but it would’ve been nice if I’d still had my old setup.
Bit of an adventure with Princes… a few months later that little Tremere, Levi Tius, did some kind of coup… and then died when he fought the Sabbat on the front line!
Now we’ve ended up with a Brujah Prince called Doyle. I mean, holy shit. He and his childer are competant but I can’t help feeling like I’m just packing my pockets with dynamite…
