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Or pointing out that the Anarch Movement is just a re-flavoring of the Camarilla. Barons are slightly more local princes who loosely create their own courts, then go to a court of Barons for the whole city which has a de facto leader Baron. And they all fall into loose copies of the Cam's court roles. But pointing that out, seems to lead to a fuck ton of reeeeee'ing this edition.
Very much true.

When originally introducing my friends to VTM (using anniversary edition)I summarized it as "Camarilla you have a specified way to introduce yourself and way to figure out how to do that, Anarchs you don't know if they have any of that or if you will just be killed by a biker gang."

Newer edition is just generic camarilla titles repainted.

With the Ashirra being very much the same
 
A lot of the writing reminds me of that JK Rowling worldbuilding. Like it's all about trying to invoke a certain feeling but often logic just get lost somewhere on the way. Like the fall of the Tremere is a prime example everyone knows that this doesn't make any sense, but they needed it to go with the theme of "Status quo got destroyed" they were going with, same with schrecknet.

So they use words like fascism, because they want that "punk feeling" of fighting against the fascist, not really caring if this is the correct word.
 
I doubt they even realize that fascism isn't the correct word, though.

It's grossly misused now-a-days. A significant chunk of people decrying fascism are, in fact, fascists. That's how poorly they understand what fascism is. Ask them to describe fascism and how it functions and they tend to describe corpocracy, or something like totalitarian neo-medievalism. Ask them to describe socialism and how it functions and most of them describe actual fascism.

IMO, all the devs know is that fascism=evil-bad. So they throw the word around like candy to make 'this faction' bad.
 
A lot of the writing reminds me of that JK Rowling worldbuilding. Like it's all about trying to invoke a certain feeling but often logic just get lost somewhere on the way. Like the fall of the Tremere is a prime example everyone knows that this doesn't make any sense, but they needed it to go with the theme of "Status quo got destroyed" they were going with, same with schrecknet.

So they use words like fascism, because they want that "punk feeling" of fighting against the fascist, not really caring if this is the correct word.
I wouldn't even describe any of current edition as Punk despite the writers saying otherwise

They use the word, they use the fashion style (which itself is iffy and the current edition spends more time complaining about aging goths/wannabes who are getting back into it which if anything describes the writers/seems like an insult to the fanbase)

like

V5 Look at all of these new groups that are totally punks

Me: These are highly organized cults that have hierarchy and lovebombing

Werewolf...outside of art style has never really seemed like punk unless you go with the Ronin, which they disincentives to the extreme and don't seem to be a thing anymore for play characters

and then there is the stuff where it is disingenuous where I am looking at Paradox "this DLC and microtransactions totally isn't where we cut out content or released unfinished games"
 
V5 Look at all of these new groups that are totally punks

Me: These are highly organized cults that have hierarchy and lovebombing
Completly agree that there are no punk groups in V5, just groups that pretend to be punks, but "now you can also rebel against those groups that are supposed to be rebels, so you can punk on the fake!punks that's like punk^2". Wouldn't be surprised if that was their literal thoughts on that.

Like the whole V5 feels like no matter what kind of clan and sect you choose for your char everything they just don't want you stay with them and rebel instead, because that is punk, right? And if anyone has established structures that wouldn't be easy to shake? Oh we come up with some new meta-plot events and now everything is different. (Completely ignoring the old players who have favourite clans, sects and stuff, "No you can't be part of rigid structure that is house tremere because that is not punk) So you rebel even harder. Also we made half of the people in charge stupid and came up with rules like "no phones" to really force down your throat that established structures are bad.

Man parts of that is even worse writing then "big corporations are bad and evil so they must be destroyed, just don't try to ask why those corporations are evil" that has been part of Werewolf for years.

and then there is the stuff where it is disingenuous where I am looking at Paradox "this DLC and microtransactions totally isn't where we cut out content or released unfinished games"
Call me naive but as a long fan of crusaders kings and europe universal it never felt like this to me.
 
Completly agree that there are no punk groups in V5, just groups that pretend to be punks, but "now you can also rebel against those groups that are supposed to be rebels, so you can punk on the fake!punks that's like punk^2". Wouldn't be surprised if that was their literal thoughts on that.

Like the whole V5 feels like no matter what kind of clan and sect you choose for your char everything they just don't want you stay with them and rebel instead, because that is punk, right? And if anyone has established structures that wouldn't be easy to shake? Oh we come up with some new meta-plot events and now everything is different. (Completely ignoring the old players who have favourite clans, sects and stuff, "No you can't be part of rigid structure that is house tremere because that is not punk) So you rebel even harder. Also we made half of the people in charge stupid and came up with rules like "no phones" to really force down your throat that established structures are bad.

Man parts of that is even worse writing then "big corporations are bad and evil so they must be destroyed, just don't try to ask why those corporations are evil" that has been part of Werewolf for years.
Part of the thing with vampire is "Okay, so you hate all these factions and want to rebel? Leave the city. No, don't go in the woods full of werewolves, just leave the city and live in a smaller town. It is probably cleaner anyways" but WoD is written by people who are very much city people.

Additionally, you can do small town horror easily enough with all the shitty things going on in WoD

Ventrue entering town Deadwood Falls: So why are the cops here so...okay with you just living here as the guy no one sees in the day

Gangrel: I got into a wrestling match and snapped the neck of the weird hillbilly horrors that killed the sherrif's daughter to wear her face

Ventrue: A what?

Gangrel: It was weird I dunno, thankfully it wasn't a fairy. Fuck the fairies.

Toreador: We had sos much we could have done together

Ventrue: They were fucking weren't they?

Gangrel: The things were dealing their blood to like eight toreador in six different towns because it is like weed and LSD fused together.
 
So, what your saying is that I should buy Old Gods of Appalachia for even more hill billy eldritch horror bullshit and then set my VtM Chronicle in some small West Virginian Town?

==

Tremere: Why do you have a jar of *sniff* tea with a half dozen rat skulls with two-point antlers mounted on it?

Gangrel: Rednecks.

Tremere: Can't you just eat thos-

Gangrel: *leans in* Rednecks.

Tremere: But they're hum-

Random naked screecher that sorta looks like Gus from the gas station, but the porpotions are all fucked, and it's making inhuman noises. It has a bright red neck, visible even through the light barely making it's way out the window.

Gangrel: Rednecks.

==

Giovanni: *holds up a skull-fetish* Great storm daughter, we beseech you. Peace, the children of Seth cannot suffer your wrath much longer lest they all perish. Who will sing songs of your beauty then?

Crackling Eldritch Lightning vaguely shaped like a woman: *crackle, screech, snap, crack! An incredibly bright light blinds everyone*

Giovanni: *Blinking the light from their eyes, and noticing the offering had been taken* Right, let's go tell the town elders the good news.

Ventrue: Th-the kine? No, nevermind that. What that fuck was that?

Giovanni: Yup, the town elders. Humans. All of 'em.

Ventrue: No, seriously, man what was that?

Giovanni: Nothin'

==

Tzmische: GET OFF MY LAWN! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Human: That thurr cainite ain't such a bad feller. Kills feddies, and other gubbermint who ain't good people like the shurrif.

Tzmische: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *smashing the shit out of some random gribbly*

Human: Really gets the small town vibes. Mortality rate is down 89%! Sure, the coroner is mighty upset, but ol' Jeb always charged too much.
 
So, what your saying is that I should buy Old Gods of Appalachia for even more hill billy eldritch horror bullshit and then set my VtM Chronicle in some small West Virginian Town?

==

Tremere: Why do you have a jar of *sniff* tea with a half dozen rat skulls with two-point antlers mounted on it?

Gangrel: Rednecks.

Tremere: Can't you just eat thos-

Gangrel: *leans in* Rednecks.

Tremere: But they're hum-

Random naked screecher that sorta looks like Gus from the gas station, but the porpotions are all fucked, and it's making inhuman noises. It has a bright red neck, visible even through the light barely making it's way out the window.

Gangrel: Rednecks.

==

Giovanni: *holds up a skull-fetish* Great storm daughter, we beseech you. Peace, the children of Seth cannot suffer your wrath much longer lest they all perish. Who will sing songs of your beauty then?

Crackling Eldritch Lightning vaguely shaped like a woman: *crackle, screech, snap, crack! An incredibly bright light blinds everyone*

Giovanni: *Blinking the light from their eyes, and noticing the offering had been taken* Right, let's go tell the town elders the good news.

Ventrue: Th-the kine? No, nevermind that. What that fuck was that?

Giovanni: Yup, the town elders. Humans. All of 'em.

Ventrue: No, seriously, man what was that?

Giovanni: Nothin'

==

Tzmische: GET OFF MY LAWN! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Human: That thurr cainite ain't such a bad feller. Kills feddies, and other gubbermint who ain't good people like the shurrif.

Tzmische: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *smashing the shit out of some random gribbly*

Human: Really gets the small town vibes. Mortality rate is down 89%! Sure, the coroner is mighty upset, but ol' Jeb always charged too much.
I am not surprised by that being a fanmade thing or alternate game but yes

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on SB I had written an original story (those see dreadfully low traffic) which was kind of in the same vein though set in California

featuring a half jotun explaining to a teenage girl that vampires are just a thing that happens so it is best to not worry about how he crushed the skull of her recently turned dad

said teenage girl wanting to emulate The Thing and no lethally stab/shoot the people in the locked room mystery to check for vampirism. The dealing with how souls are noncontiguous entities which can have a will of their own like being spirit animal murder beasts

an angel wearing floppy hats and clothes over a bodysuit to ensure no one accidentally explodes or turns into salt by seeing anything bad

and horror buffs getting chainsaws to murder a vampire
 
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I am not surprised by that being a fanmade thing or alternate game but yes

Ah, there's a really good podcast that got turned into it's own game, same name. OGoA is like CoC except it's inland eldritch horror detective game. Bones, and lightning, and gribblies. Forest-and-Earth Old Gods, instead of Ocean-and-Sky.

I'm not all that creative and sometimes I need a little structure to get me going.

It also means I get to share a really good setting/podcast thing.
 
I am not surprised by that being a fanmade thing or alternate game but yes

https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/440577/Old-Gods-of-Appalachia-Roleplaying-Game-FREE-PREVIEW
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/447290/Old-Gods-of-Appalachia-Roleplaying-Game
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/448863/Old-Gods-of-Appalachia-Players-Guide
:)

All the good writers have stuck with W4 anyway.
Currently reading https://www.storytellersvault.com/product/439115/Umbral-Pilots - it's really good! :D

Christopher Gunning, one of the few good writers of W5, has also written Werewolf The Savage Age for W4 - it plays in the Ice Age, during the War of Rage, and the next books go back to the Tyrant Kings :)
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?author=Christopher Gunning
 
Id like to do a werewolf wod fic.

I just don't have the book. Nor have i read the wod rulebook.
Use older editions or have someone who doesn't know what is going on since he had his first date and now he is a nine foot tall werewolf getting visions of a pine up girl riding a WW2 bomber plane shouting about how he needs to rob a gun store and go to war with a bunch of cultists snorting uranium in the old mine before they put it in Pepsi bottles and make people get possessed by satanic spirits that want them to beat their wives
So, what your saying is that I should buy Old Gods of Appalachia for even more hill billy eldritch horror bullshit and then set my VtM Chronicle in some small West Virginian Town?

==

Tremere: Why do you have a jar of *sniff* tea with a half dozen rat skulls with two-point antlers mounted on it?

Gangrel: Rednecks.

Tremere: Can't you just eat thos-

Gangrel: *leans in* Rednecks.

Tremere: But they're hum-

Random naked screecher that sorta looks like Gus from the gas station, but the porpotions are all fucked, and it's making inhuman noises. It has a bright red neck, visible even through the light barely making it's way out the window.

Gangrel: Rednecks.

==

Giovanni: *holds up a skull-fetish* Great storm daughter, we beseech you. Peace, the children of Seth cannot suffer your wrath much longer lest they all perish. Who will sing songs of your beauty then?

Crackling Eldritch Lightning vaguely shaped like a woman: *crackle, screech, snap, crack! An incredibly bright light blinds everyone*

Giovanni: *Blinking the light from their eyes, and noticing the offering had been taken* Right, let's go tell the town elders the good news.

Ventrue: Th-the kine? No, nevermind that. What that fuck was that?

Giovanni: Yup, the town elders. Humans. All of 'em.

Ventrue: No, seriously, man what was that?

Giovanni: Nothin'

==

Tzmische: GET OFF MY LAWN! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Human: That thurr cainite ain't such a bad feller. Kills feddies, and other gubbermint who ain't good people like the shurrif.

Tzmische: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *smashing the shit out of some random gribbly*

Human: Really gets the small town vibes. Mortality rate is down 89%! Sure, the coroner is mighty upset, but ol' Jeb always charged too much.
I would read this

My first thought is the tzimisce being the night shift doctor

Tzimisce: Let me make your bones feel good and give you a whiskey gland for emergency blood alcohol infusion

Town Engineer: You are a good man
 
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/440577/Old-Gods-of-Appalachia-Roleplaying-Game-FREE-PREVIEW
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/447290/Old-Gods-of-Appalachia-Roleplaying-Game
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/448863/Old-Gods-of-Appalachia-Players-Guide
:)

All the good writers have stuck with W4 anyway.
Currently reading https://www.storytellersvault.com/product/439115/Umbral-Pilots - it's really good! :D

Christopher Gunning, one of the few good writers of W5, has also written Werewolf The Savage Age for W4 - it plays in the Ice Age, during the War of Rage, and the next books go back to the Tyrant Kings :)
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?author=Christopher Gunning
...the core concept of 20th century horror folklore setting is my new brainbug
The sun was destroyed several thousand years ago and everyone agrees that whatever sun god they had was brutally murdered, but no one knows how. The thousand year night ended when the sky had bright light again but there isn't an actual sun, but everyone is just glad that there is a daytime again to deal with some of the horrific monsters.

The night sky varies between oily and phosphorescent, normal with with the stars and moon shining, and utter pitch black without any light. Oily and phosphorescent is one of the more dangerous times as the "Sea in the Sky" sometimes drips down below and horrific monsters fall down and might eat people.

Nature spirits are weird and need to be bargained with constantly. Part of why nobles are around still is because there are Indigo Nobles which are given the duty of ritually marrying spirits of the land so that the spirits don't get too pissed off at people.

Indigo Nobles have to be very careful because if the land likes them too much the results of their death can either be disastrous or they just don't die and often have torturous existence depending upon what the land spirit tends to manifest like. Them getting married to an actual human can be difficult as the land spirit can possess the spouse and can be...possessive. Indigo Nobles are called that because the spirit marriages and possessions have made them nonhuman entities on some level with blue-purple blood and natural magic that is fairly disturbing in ways unlike ritualists/arcanists/old faith believers.

You've got old faith believers in the woods and the various countries have stopped bothering with attempts to stamp them out because they don't want to deal with the forests murdering them or abruptly changing entire climates/death curses death curses for generations. So you have Old Man Lachtnae Sat-In-The-Hills that lives in the valley between the town and the other over yonder sitting there shooting buckshot at the Windings that will pick you up and turn your spine into a spring if they catch you.

Arcanists are mages that use thaumaturgy and all kinds of scientific explanations while grinding up magical organs to snort and dab their gums with a poultice of grave wax and hallucinogenic kelpie hair to help cast spells until their gums are black. The longer they keep using monster bits or sitting on key lines to absorb magic the more they mutate. Descendants of Arcanists need less of this to work but inherit their parent's mutations which makes it so absurdly thin or huge pale skinned and clawed people with fangs for teeth are the less hideous lines of licensed Arcanists before getting into unlicensed ones.

You've got actual werewolves all over the place that the deeper they get into their berserker rage the more wolf they get along with astrally projecting to take the skins of other animals. Becoming an undead is just a thing that happens so the priests have the job of breaking the feet and necks of corpses as part of the funeral service.

Oil is just plain necromancy

The one thing worst than an Arcanist coming into town is an Arcanist coming into town in a pinstriped suit and a bunch of documents saying "I'm from the government and here to help."

Indigos regularly have to deal with awkward family gatherings where the Land Brides are shouting at each other over ancient contracts written in blood and what happened five wars ago. Like the nobles of Europe, everyone is related and the family trees are just more confusing due to the possessions. Nobles try to avoid contiguous estates as that results in the Land Spirits absorbing others and growing more powerful, so noble lines tend to scout places of power with a land spirit, build their manors, and send their extra sons there. This gets complicated during wars where people die and new lands are claimed by right of conquest.
 
No forgotten conclave of people that still have electricity or whatever buried deep beneath a mountain?
Nah it is an alternate universe where oil is necromancy and electricity is accepted as magic since they are writing runes on precious metal to manipulate power

The ancient civilizations are semi human and nonhuman horrors that went too far in their worship and magical experiments and all felt the siren call of entities deep below the earth, dug down, and got sealed off by successor civs


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none of the mages sent out on missions trust the admin to NOT cause this for their civilization and keep destroying artifacts to prevent it or study it themselves in their lairs and often go crazy from that
 
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So, what your saying is that I should buy Old Gods of Appalachia for even more hill billy eldritch horror bullshit and then set my VtM Chronicle in some small West Virginian Town?

==

Tremere: Why do you have a jar of *sniff* tea with a half dozen rat skulls with two-point antlers mounted on it?

Gangrel: Rednecks.

Tremere: Can't you just eat thos-

Gangrel: *leans in* Rednecks.

Tremere: But they're hum-

Random naked screecher that sorta looks like Gus from the gas station, but the porpotions are all fucked, and it's making inhuman noises. It has a bright red neck, visible even through the light barely making it's way out the window.

Gangrel: Rednecks.

==

Giovanni: *holds up a skull-fetish* Great storm daughter, we beseech you. Peace, the children of Seth cannot suffer your wrath much longer lest they all perish. Who will sing songs of your beauty then?

Crackling Eldritch Lightning vaguely shaped like a woman: *crackle, screech, snap, crack! An incredibly bright light blinds everyone*

Giovanni: *Blinking the light from their eyes, and noticing the offering had been taken* Right, let's go tell the town elders the good news.

Ventrue: Th-the kine? No, nevermind that. What that fuck was that?

Giovanni: Yup, the town elders. Humans. All of 'em.

Ventrue: No, seriously, man what was that?

Giovanni: Nothin'

==

Tzmische: GET OFF MY LAWN! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Human: That thurr cainite ain't such a bad feller. Kills feddies, and other gubbermint who ain't good people like the shurrif.

Tzmische: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *smashing the shit out of some random gribbly*

Human: Really gets the small town vibes. Mortality rate is down 89%! Sure, the coroner is mighty upset, but ol' Jeb always charged too much.
WoD vampires in Appalachia makes me think of a brujah that acts as a one man mining crew

or just a family of coal miner brujah that had to find a new job after the mines closed and do contract work for a Gangrel farmer that sells jerkey barbecue and other stuff he drained of blood
 
So, what your saying is that I should buy Old Gods of Appalachia for even more hill billy eldritch horror bullshit and then set my VtM Chronicle in some small West Virginian Town?

==

Tremere: Why do you have a jar of *sniff* tea with a half dozen rat skulls with two-point antlers mounted on it?

Gangrel: Rednecks.

Tremere: Can't you just eat thos-

Gangrel: *leans in* Rednecks.

Tremere: But they're hum-

Random naked screecher that sorta looks like Gus from the gas station, but the porpotions are all fucked, and it's making inhuman noises. It has a bright red neck, visible even through the light barely making it's way out the window.

Gangrel: Rednecks.

==

Giovanni: *holds up a skull-fetish* Great storm daughter, we beseech you. Peace, the children of Seth cannot suffer your wrath much longer lest they all perish. Who will sing songs of your beauty then?

Crackling Eldritch Lightning vaguely shaped like a woman: *crackle, screech, snap, crack! An incredibly bright light blinds everyone*

Giovanni: *Blinking the light from their eyes, and noticing the offering had been taken* Right, let's go tell the town elders the good news.

Ventrue: Th-the kine? No, nevermind that. What that fuck was that?

Giovanni: Yup, the town elders. Humans. All of 'em.

Ventrue: No, seriously, man what was that?

Giovanni: Nothin'

==

Tzmische: GET OFF MY LAWN! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Human: That thurr cainite ain't such a bad feller. Kills feddies, and other gubbermint who ain't good people like the shurrif.

Tzmische: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *smashing the shit out of some random gribbly*

Human: Really gets the small town vibes. Mortality rate is down 89%! Sure, the coroner is mighty upset, but ol' Jeb always charged too much.
still thinking about this
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Ventrue: Stop selling drugs to my ghoul, it took Vitae for her to get off heroine

Tremere: They aren't drugs, they are magical reagents

Ventrue: It's goddamn LSD you made when the talking Maine Coon sat down on your lawn

Tremere: *crying*

Ventrue: *remembering long Sabbat torture sessions involving drug-laced blood*

I am imagining that Appalachia is where vampires go to hide (and often die) or are sent as a death sentence when they can't just execute them.

Except for the Giovanni, the Giovanni have been there about as long as the Gangrel and love it, but it is left to one sub-family of the Giovanni since things get Weird.

The gangrel bloodline that's there has been around since the Scots-Irish (along with the Gangrel) and are dedicated monster hunters that keep lots of trophies which they sell to the Giovanni to make fetishes that ward off the eldritch horrors/have one which is a beacon that draws them to different areas when people know shit will go down

Brujah were coal miner union bosses that came down then promptly got messed up by the monsters when they kept digging.

Local Toreador was a country music singer that is now stuck there dealing meth because of being run out by the anarchs.

The Tremere is either a nervous wreck or went native.

Local Tzimisce is a "recent" arrival that integrated with the community partly because he showed up with a massive load of Soviet weapons and vodka

All the ATF agents that wanted to follow after what they believed was a Russian arms dealer promptly got smacked in the face by their superiors when the location of the guy came to light.

"You only go there if you want to be shot and eaten by dogs. And the dogs will be shooting you, they have guns in their heads."

"What?"

"Gun Dogs."
 
I am imagining that Appalachia is where vampires go to hide (and often die) or are sent as a death sentence when they can't just execute them.
I don't know why but after taking a look at what the region is, I just imagine it to be Tzimisce lands. Like some Old Clan, Koldun practicing, motherfuckers. (Probably practicing some before unknown Kraina that is similar to the Bialowiza one.) Nobody fucking knows when they got there (maybe a unknown childer of Tzimisce settled there), but they are just sitting somewhere in the mountains served by their own clan of Revenants and probably locked in some feud over something that happened centuries ago.
 
Appalachia being a stronghold of Old/Both Clan Tzimisce, Giovanni, and Gangrel, and really not aligned with the Cam, Sabbat, or Anarchs seems really apropos.

Not that other clans aren't there. But those are the big ones.
 
I don't know why but after taking a look at what the region is, I just imagine it to be Tzimisce lands. Like some Old Clan, Koldun practicing, motherfuckers. (Probably practicing some before unknown Kraina that is similar to the Bialowiza one.) Nobody fucking knows when they got there (maybe a unknown childer of Tzimisce settled there), but they are just sitting somewhere in the mountains served by their own clan of Revenants and probably locked in some feud over something that happened centuries ago.
Elder Tzimisce: I walked here millennia ago

Neonate Ventrue: You what?

Elder Tzimisce: Tell me, do vampires float? Well...some of us made skin balloons and floated, and the Koldun sometimes fly, and then there was the floating island of bodies one burrowed into.
Appalachia being a stronghold of Old/Both Clan Tzimisce, Giovanni, and Gangrel, and really not aligned with the Cam, Sabbat, or Anarchs seems really apropos.

Not that other clans aren't there. But those are the big ones.
I imagine it is something like Tzimisce, Gangrel, Giovanni and then you get vampire over with the snake handling churches who look at the main Setite clan and go "What's a Set?" which makes people confused if they are a bloodline or a bunch of Caitiff that somehow figured out Serpentis
 
Lol, the 'I flesh shaped myself into a swimmer, and my ghouls into a life preserver/shade' trick. There's some Lasombra in the back nodding and going 'Yeah, we used to do that too, but with shadow-and-flesh rafts.'

Somewhere in the deep, dark, wet places of Appalachia the Lasombra antediluvian slumbers in torpor. Right next to the eldritch, fur and bone, boo-babe he started banging when he escaped his diablerie and later meandered into meeting.
 
Lol, the 'I flesh shaped myself into a swimmer, and my ghouls into a life preserver/shade' trick. There's some Lasombra in the back nodding and going 'Yeah, we used to do that too, but with shadow-and-flesh rafts.'

Somewhere in the deep, dark, wet places of Appalachia the Lasombra antediluvian slumbers in torpor. Right next to the eldritch, fur and bone, boo-babe he started banging when he escaped his diablerie and later meandered into meeting.
The Giovanni, Gangrel, and Tzimisce regularly dance around swords in the rain to appease the lightning daughters and keep their havens from being blown up by thunderbolts
 
Lol, the 'I flesh shaped myself into a swimmer, and my ghouls into a life preserver/shade' trick. There's some Lasombra in the back nodding and going 'Yeah, we used to do that too, but with shadow-and-flesh rafts.'

Somewhere in the deep, dark, wet places of Appalachia the Lasombra antediluvian slumbers in torpor. Right next to the eldritch, fur and bone, boo-babe he started banging when he escaped his diablerie and later meandered into meeting.
My dislike of how they are doing werewolf 5E has made me think of much funnier ways of having people deal with being thrown facefirst into the whole werewolf thing (they made it so now Garou look at people they think might be garou, turn into warform to bite them, and hope they have their change due to stress instead of...any of the ways it worked previously along with a lot of the types being removed like Metis. Where, Metis really hit the theme of Garou being so goddamn stupidly prideful and removing themselves from the people they were supposed to be helping on both sides is part of what screwed them over).

Your crazy uncle Vinny is visiting the mountain, he doesn't have a car but wants to take you to McDonald's (Whatever the equivalent owned by Pentex is) for your birthday

you drive him down to the nearest highway McDonalds, you don't question the Vietnam era Ithaca shotgun, it is practically a part of his body

Uncle Vinny suddenly becomes a giant a wolf monster and shouts about how the flavor additives that make the burgers not taste like they are full of shit is actually demons.

You drive back after having to shove a demonic clown monster in the fryer next to some crying Korean exchange student that wasn't catatonic so now Uncle Vinny is insisting they are your distant cousin

You still haven't gotten your birthday dinner and you haven't eaten since breakfast since you had been told you'd be getting a heavy meal at dinner.
-You hope he didn't intend for you to eat people

alternatively

it is your 17th birthday and an Opossum girl was sitting on your chest hissing at you about how you need to get out your hunting rifle and set fire to a bunch of weirdoes set up in the woods.

Ten days latter, you are a confused werewolf surrounded by demonically possessed members of the cheer squad holding up a bone totem to drive the Wampus cat's influence out of them.
 
I got the OGoA corebook, and yeah, it be like that. (Except early 1900s)

So WoD like that would be hundo p right on.

Edit: At least as a Kindred or Garou. For Mortals it's like being a mortal in the WoD but Appalachia
 
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So the average living qualities for mortals is significant higher than in WoD, nice.

I mean it's Appalachia in the early 1900s. Like, there's little to no electricity, there are hungry things in the woods that want to eat you or live inside your flesh. But the mines haven't gone dry yet, but the mines are horrific deathtraps by virtue of being mines and then there's things in the deep.

I'd say that WoD vs AGoA is probably on par with one another for kine in the same time period. The average WoD kine in the current setting lives better just by virtue of technological advancement.
 
I mean it's Appalachia in the early 1900s. Like, there's little to no electricity, there are hungry things in the woods that want to eat you or live inside your flesh. But the mines haven't gone dry yet, but the mines are horrific deathtraps by virtue of being mines and then there's things in the deep.

I'd say that WoD vs AGoA is probably on par with one another for kine in the same time period. The average WoD kine in the current setting lives better just by virtue of technological advancement.
We liked to joke in one of my previous Mage games that if it an object in WoD is modern enough to run on electricity there is at least one evil plot connected to it.

As technology and modern amenities are evil and are slowly poisoning your soul. Like your fucking toaster could be the source that turns you into a fucking rage monster that is in constant pain and just lives to cause pain to others, slowly destroying what is left of you in the process - or some other mundane stuff in your home is secretly a mindbogglingly cartoonish evil Pentax plot.

And the rest of the your things... Probably involved in some mind control from the Technocracy (who may or may not be Nephandi in disguise).

So in universe it feels like the overall living quality hasn't gone up in the last century but is actually dropping (which kind of made sense if we take into account that those are the "final years") people just don't know it because they are mindfucked so bad they don't notice anything anymore.
 
So I booted up CK3 on the weekend, including the Princes of Darkness mod, haven't really played that mod since release. Turns out there have been a lot of updates that came out for the mod, since then. It's still as unbalanced as ever (played Goratrix, got learning to 80 and Prowess to 100, as I turned france in a Tremere Empire) , but still a lot of fun. So in case you are like me and haven't tried since release I recommend giving it a try (you can now also play as Demons or Werewolves btw.)

P.s. Also that lead me to thinking about V5 again yesterday... aka I got angry about them ruining all my favourite clans.
 

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