vtmb is incredible because its not not misogynistic in a super 2004 way, but somehow you still get the vibe that the devs fuckin love women. 80% of all the best lines are said by extremely interesting and varied women who all have massive bouncing honkers you can cover the walls of your in-game apartment with pictures of. its serving "of course i like bitches! my best friend has tits!" vibes
Jerry and Mike being probably the most functional couple in Hurricane despite having been irrevrocably changed by the horrors is delightful. 'I see how you've changed and I love you anyway' type stuff.'I am willing to support you, you do not disgust, annoy, or scare me the way you're frightened you do' even. Love wins this once.
Upd 09.01.25: yep, I was right
Idk about the stained glass from the treasure gacha, but this thing from the guild museum – isn't this Shadow Milk's portrait?
I don't know about the shapes and all, but he seems to have that braid from the portrait in the silhouette of his past self. Also it says that it's the first headmaster of the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, and since it has so many much of his imagery (the eyes and all), this also might mean that Shadow Milk was the founder of the Academy.
This is literally canon
I can smell the divorce papers (wait this joke actually works on another level because of the whole paper storm thing-)
(Uh idk if this is a ship already if not and if there's a tag or not someone tell me if there is I literally just started playing this part and I don't wanna go get spoiled-)
Idk about other parts of the world, but it's missing CQM hours over here
(324) Your name is Escapement. You picked it yourself, because when there's nobody else to assign significance to your existence, you might as well do it yourself.
You are a Decepticon vehicon.
You don't know much, but, contrary to what your commanding officer reckons, even vehicons do know some stuff. For instance, here's a list of vital information you knew this morning:
Life is not fair.
Extenuating circumstances, second chances and begging for your life are privileges for officers only. You're a grunt, so failure means death. The end.
Any mission to destroy Optimus Prime is a suicide mission from the start.
The Decepticon war machine doesn't pay you to ask questions or backtalk. (They don't pay you at all.)
And by midnight, you also know some totally new but equally vital information:
When Megatron assigns you a mission to kill Optimus Prime, you are absolutely, categorically, not actually meant to kill Optimus Prime.
But it's too late to be learning new information now, isn't it? Even your CO looks pitying when he tells you to report to Megatron for your reward...
No shade to daddy Stoker but I find it sad that now every story about vampires set in Slavoland is doomed be a Dracula rip-off regardless of whether you actually are from the region or not and because of what? Because of some dudes from Hollywood across the ocean who probably think ussr is still a thing god forbid and that Romanians and Polish are the same
The Olympics but high fashion by Wisdom Kaye
I can't stop thinking about the fact that the whole clan Tremere history is basically two (three) Middle-Aged men with severe trust issues and appearance insecurities trying to resolve their relationship crisis.
i cannot explain it but these all have the same vibes