Str 4 Dex 4 Con 4
Int 2 Per 3 Wil 3
LPs 42
EPs 38
Spd 16
Essence 20

Gift (5)
Hard to Kill 2 (2)
Inspiration (5)
Obsession (-2)
Nerves of Steel (3)
Resistance (Poison) 3 (3)
Secret (-3)
Situational Awareness (2)
Zealot (-3)

Brawling 2
Hand Weapon (Knife) 4
Medicine (Surgery) 4
Myth and Legend 4
Rituals 5
Science (Anatomy) 4
Stealth 3
Swimming 2
Trance 2

Strength of Ten

Knife, Condiments

I used to think I was the only one.  I'd heard of tribes in Africa and people on Pacific islands, but over here, in the *normal* world, no one shares my secret.  I've lived utterly alone for years, practicing my ways in secret, always afraid that someone might find out, that I might get caught.  But then they came, and I realized that I wasn't alone.

Human flesh is truly the finest delicacy upon this earth.  If I had my way, then I would eat nothing else.  The Lord made this world into the perfect paradise, and then he cast us of the sweetest fruit.  But then everyone got scared.  They ate animals and vegetables and berries instead, all the while ignoring that which lay before them.  Their laws and religions couldn't stop me.  I wasn't afraid.  I'd eat every last person on this earth if I could.

And then the zombies . . . oh, how I envied them at first.  Taking what they hungered for without fear.  But then I realized something, I learned from their example.  Why not just reach out and take it myself?  The world is going to hell in a hand basket anyway.  Why not ride the wave of its destruction, and fill my belly along the way.

So now I walk the streets with my knife . . . ready to destroy . . . ready to eat!

"People . . . It's what's for dinner."

Submitted by  Jon Thompson

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