Assuming (a) that vampirism is real (it isn’t, but go with me on this) and (b) that the condition is much as stated by most literature (live forever without aging, able to turn into bat/wolf/mist, able to command creatures of the night, superhuman strength, must prey on humans to survive, sunlight is fatal, churches are off-limits)…
If someone offered you a chance to “sign up” would you take it? And why or why not?
[This isn’t in Great Debates, so religious reasoning should be kept to a minimum, if that’s possible.]
I probably would. I roleplay a lot of vampire characters on IRC and I rather have a nice feel for them. I wouldn’t be the gloomy type, though. I’d be my vampire Talera…she’s a scientist working on the cure for vampirism. I never was one for the goth scene
Hell no. How amazingly boring can you get? Get up… act all forlorn and crap, drink some chick’s blood, act forlorn some more, then scurry home before sunrise. Repeat for the next thousand or so years.
The gypsy followers would be cool though. I could get into the gypsies…
“I guess one person can make a difference, although most of the time they probably shouldn’t.”
I would have to say: yes. I mean, in this day and age, getting my hands on some nice vintage type AB wouldn’t be that hard; in other words, people wouldn’t suffer. I think that it wouldn’t be that difficult being a “good” vampire (killing people would be needless).
On the other hand, what’s the point of being a vampire if you can’t terrorize the townsfolk and watch your friends dye? But yeah, I’d do it. As long as it didn’t involve too much red velvet. That stuff can get out of hand if you’re not careful.
And another thing, getting my ass kicked by some “churchy la femme” isn’t really me, but getting my ass kicked by, like, Buffy, wouldn’t be that bad (tee-hee).
Good lord, no. I fancy myself a bit of a poet, and vampire poetry is the worst stuff in the world. I would end up producing stuff like:
i can hear her heartbeat and the sound
of blood gushing blood through her neck
the pale full moon
softly shines on her beautiful face
her lips that I crave to bite
i touch my teeth, so sharp and ready,
with my thirsty tongue
and I step out of the shadows
she sees me, but she does not know me
i am the night
<<<<Crazed villagers ramming my door (imagine the expense in boiling oil alone).>>>> This cracked me up Mr. K!!
Nah, I’d pass too. Though staying up all night is what I do so well already, it would be wonderful to put that to good use, but I don’t think I’d consider hunting humans a sport that interests me.
Judy
“Muck should replace ‘suck’. For ‘muck’ is yucky, while ‘suck’ feels very lucky. So, don’t stay stuck on suck, switch to MUCK, today.”
Nah. I mean, how would you make a living? We can’t all be wealthy Counts, after all. You can’t work during the day, obviously, and you have to hunt at night. It would just be too complicated.
Catrandom
Go to a vet that’s also a taxidermist. Either way, you’ll get your cat back. Sig courtesy of the amazing WallyM7
Nah, If I could be immortal, I want something more to show for it than transforming into a bat. Now if I could be a puckish faerie or sprite, then let’s talk. I already playing pranks on people, and I already consider humans to be the most absurd creatures in existance.
I’d fit right in.
When crime is organized enough, it’s not even against the law.
Well, as of this moment, I am taking a break from attempting to write a Java program for one of my classes, and studying for a big test next week. These classes I am taking are to prepare me for some sort of career. What kind, I have no clue. I’m not even entirely certain what I want out of a career, I just know I have to go through many more years of stress to get it. In any case, by the time I graduate, the tech bubble will probably have burst, and I will have expended all of this blood, sweat, and tears for nothing.
At times like this, packing it all in and becoming a creature of the night seems very appealing indeed. And I also like the taste of blood, too. So where do I sign?
Heck is where you go when you don’t believe in Gosh.
