If it weren't for the bougie presentation I'd be interested to try a chocolate strawberry pistachio candybar but this would just make me feel like an asshole eating it even if it was good.
No more worried than we should be about the dog robots that are for rescue operations and definitely won't be packed full of explosives by the pigs but also you get charged with assaulting an officer if you disable one.
Brilliant! I want ten thousand tough guys patrolling the perimeter. And I want ten thousand soft guys to make the tough guys look tougher! And here's how I want them arranged: tough soft soft tough tough tough soft tough soft soft!
It's an admission against interest. If Joyce wanted to lie about Tzaraath in service of capital she would agree with Measurehead. She has no need to lie about it because the revolutionary moment has long passed and she doesn't want to because lying that poorly would wound her pride.
There's a guy in my neighborhood with a maroon cybertruck. In my head I have decided that this man is a fledgling vampire that the rest of house tremere is keeping around as a patsy.
Beat that Aela.