Vampire: The Unveiling
New York, New York. Kiss kiss, bang bang.
1999. A new millenium approaches, along with a new presidential race and scandal. Fears run rampant that Y2K will ruin civiliation as we know it, evangelists preach the second coming is at hand, and the Matrix has just been released. Fortunately for the Kindred, the only real effect is that young Goths have found a new style to emulate.
Prince Jackson 'Jackie' Goddard 'IV ' is throwing a party tonight. For many, its the same party he threw the last night and the night before. For a few, its getting dull. For most, they have nothing better to do. Jackie Goddard loves being prince, you see. He's already been prince a year, but to the 500 year old Englishman, treated as mere muscle since Henry VIII put down the Pilgrimage of Grace, being appointed to run his own city is like inheriting the Kingdom of God denied him by an undead priest.
So he celebrates his own First Coming in New York every night, like the Toreador bum more accuse him of being everyday. So once more, you've been invited. Your sire has been invited. Your childer have been invited, if you have any. And until Prince Jackie gets off his ass and starts making proper edicts, the Party is the only real point of interest in New York's nightlife...
