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The People's Prince KO'ed
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Evening Edition
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VOLUME XX
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November 25th, 2000
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A Royal Scare
by Les B. Inn
Prince Recoil Sinclair, in closing court last week, looked to have some health problems. During the presentation of new Nosferatu into the city, Prince Recoil hesitated. His silence was frightening as he just stared. After a few moments he seem to pass out over his podium in a Torpor-like state. He was quickly surrounded by the court officials and his sister Dora. When he came to he stood up on his own free will and walked to the back room with his sister. One Nosfertu said he saw Recoil favoring his knee as he limped back. The Nosferatu also reported that he saw Recoil, with Dora at the wheel, get into his 1968 Camaro and drive off before the sunrise. Their whereabouts are still unknown. The Sacramento Shadow will keep you informed.
A Giovanni Legacy
by Darwin Lives
On Saturday night the Giovanni known as David Millner was found to be the
untrustworthy piece of scum he was. After trying to steal the souls of
several of the cities kindred, which included our beloved Seneschal Jonathon
Smith of Clan Malkavian and Vincent Alexander of clan Lasombra. It was
discovered that he allowed the diablerie of the city's Donna, Electra Blue.
The actual diablerist of this upstanding woman was caught and terminated. At
his hearing at final court, he was told that he had five minutes to leave the
Elysium but he refused to leave. He had a confrontation with Jonathon and
somehow during the altercation he was destroyed and ashed. His remains had
the smell of sulfur which my contacts assure me means that he had some
infernal assistance with his endeavors. Since the late Mr. Millner has
resided in our city for several weeks we must then ask ourselves who else he
could have converted to his infernal ways. Watch your back Sacramento, you
never really know those around you.
The Storm Breaks
by Louis Cypher
Well, Sacramento said it would never happen. They sat on their asses and
denied it. But it did. The Sabbat did something intelligent. Taking their
cue on a poorly planned ambush for the Dove, several members of the Sabbat
ambushed some elders from our fine city. Guess what? The Sabbat have
mastered the art of the kamikazi-human-bomb technique. I think anyone who
knows the Sabbat will agree that they have plenty of shovelheads ready to
be pointed towards some Cam elders loaded with enough C-4 to blow up a bus
just so their names will be remembered in a sect where many are forgotten.
I think everyone who's felt the searing pain of fire will agree that it
does the job when it comes to killing vampires. Hopefully now the petty
arguments between the city officials and the primogen and the whining of
visiting Kindred from other cities will be put on a back burner to face the
real threat which has been looming over the head of our fair city like
storm clouds.. the Sabbat are coming. Not a trickle of them. Not a storm. A
monsoon. I suggest we prepare lest we be swept away by the catastrophy.
Frost Melts
by R. Tiste
Mr. Frost, citing the city's chilly response to his kiss, has left Sacramento for the backwoods of Arkansas, a place he calls "Less Jerry Springer like." Ironically, during preparations for their upcoming poetry/dramatic reading, the Toreador have now lost their most talented poet, but might hope to renew interest in the poetry/dramatic reading with fabulous door prizes/drawings, made possible by a grant from clan Toreador, for those who participate. While losing Mr. Frost, the Toreador regained their spunky, talented and for the moment very frightened little ghoul Tish from the Sabbat thanks to the brave efforts of City Chaplain and Sheriff Natasha Liege and Camarilla Lasombra Xavier DaCosta. Rumor has it that first prize for the show (randomly drawn for the participants) might be $10,000. Rumor also has it that the Toreador are becoming quit vexed at the Sabbat for holding up preparations for their poetry/dramatic reading and are even dusting off their swords and firearms to help the city move things along.
A Vote Without A Recount
by Anarch Blood
Votes for the open Congressional seat have been counted, and a winner has been declared. Candidate Danvers has won the seat belonging to her deceased husband. Many will remember that Congressman Danvers was killed when several Kindred discovered his infernal immigrant child slavery ring. The widow Danvers won on a heavy sympathy vote.
Brujah Power
by Les B. Inn
The Brujah are loved and feared in the city and Saturday they gave a bit of a scare. Saturday Trey of Clan Brujah got acknowledged, but after his acknowlwdgement the Brujah were parading around the Elysium looking for someone or something. The Brujah are uniting, so that means other clans watch out. Cause you know when the Brujah are together and mad they are a force to be reckoned with.
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Death of a Donna
by F.F. Culpala
It was a sad night in Sacramento when the Donna of Dons, Dr. Electra Blue,
was betrayed by a kinsman to diablerie Saturday. David Milner, who
earlier made an attempt to steal the Seneschal's soul, was observed by
friends of the late Donna compelling her to a vehicle just off the Elysium
grounds. The two left, and shortly thereafter Milner returned for Jack
the Pumpkin Man, who accompanied him to an undisclosed location and
diablerized the fallen Donna. Efforts by Jonathan Smith, Sheriff Natasha
Liege and Dot Warner resulted in the speedy death of Jack and the
apprehension and execution of Milner, who turned to a pile of ash and a
gust of brimstone upon Final Death. Milner was later released as a Sabbat informant.
Some People Say...
by Alexander Soze
Some people say that I am only out for myself and have no compassion towards others in the city.
These same people make references that I collaborate with the Sabbat. The sad thing is that
what these people are saying is being manipulated, twisted, turned upside down, and to top it
off is complete bulls***. My past record in this city is a colorful one with many a tale to be told.
Yet these somebody's think I am the enemy. Funny how paranoia makes a person react. I am
taking an interest in removing the Sabbat infestation and helping this city remain afloat. My
actions will speak for themselves and the truth will be exposed that these somebody's are full
of s***.
The X Factor
by Uno Equis
The hunt is on for Xavier. The Lasombra antitribu has been implicated burning down a synagogue, the murder of a Stockton lawyer, theft, hit-and-run, and assault. This week he was connected to the killing of a police officer in Fair Oaks. Having demonstrated Disciplines in public, as well as the ability to survive a stake in his chest, police consider him dangerous in the extreme.
Dig 'em
by the shoveler
Shoveler to de la Torre. Come in, Harpy! What's the deal with Shiva? Recoil acknowledged it, you recorded it, and that's the end of it? Shiva's Sabbat, dumb-F. Always has been, always will be. Don't play idiot. Egad knows. The entire Brujah clan knows, and Caine only knows who else was in on that little secret. Caine's given me a gift. I shovel well. I shovel very well. Caine's given you a gift. You collaborate. You collaborate better than anyone I know. How do you manage?
Sabbat Suck
by MaLkAviAN BoB
Man I just realized something. The Sabbat suck ass. I mean, these guys are the biggest chode monkeys on the planet, and they all live outside of Sacramento, I am sure there is more but, it just seems that way. Anyways, there was this time that all of Sacramento was one. I mean you couldn't divide the city once it was set it's decision, in fact, the Camarilla used to hold high profile auctions here, not anymore, and we were sent cases from other city's to delegate fairly, not anymore, cause we were esteemed city like people, not anymore. We were important once, but not anymore. Then the Sabbat moved in, and people started to hang out with them and then they had new friends that wanted to eat us. Sabbat are like a rash. The more you scratch it the more it spreads. Don't scratch it BoB, Don't Scratch it...t'was the night before Saturday and all through the house, I mean Elysium, not a creature was stirring, not even a...a...PASTRY!
The Sacramento Shadow
by ShadowMaster
The Sacramento Shadow would like to inform you of the importance of the statutes put forth by the "Powers that Be". I heard several Kindred in the evening mocking the "Powers that Be's" decree concerning courteous and polite behavior with Kindred of the opposite sex. Including the "Hands Off" policy. I cannot stress how important this actullay is. For more information we recommend you click here
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