ONE PERSON'S PASSION IS ANOTHER'S PERVERSION... THE EXTREMES OF INTIMATE EXPERIENCE ARE WITHOUT LIMITS ONE PERSON'S FICTION IS ANOTHER PERSON'S EXPERIENCE SO BEWARE FOR ANYTHING GOES HERE - YES, ANYTHING THAT WHICH SHOCKS YOU MOST IS BORN OF YOUR OWN FEAR - BUT CAN YOU FACE YOUR FEAR? OR DO YOU JUST HIDE BEHIND POPULAR JUDGMENT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE? Birth of the Vampire |
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The deck is laid out before you, like fifty-two stories tempting you to step inside, and you do, like a bet on a wheel of fortune, your hopes are placed sunny-side up on the table, your fear lay down with your lust. You have been invited to play the oldest game, to quench your thirst for knowledge and trade it for another. You can feel your blood surging through your veins as your heart pumps faster with the excitement of anticipation, the wonder of what might come next seduces you as if you were a child on your first trip to a carnival. Your card is turned, it is a dark figure smiling as if for your eyes only. You fall in and feel the call of the night, the call of the blood, the call of those who know insatiable hunger and eternal life. You feel the prick, you taste the salty redness, you become one. And you feel, as you die, never before has your body been so alive.
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