Samuel Blake (wip)

[Samuel Blake]

Samuel Joseph Blake
PLAY BY: Shane West

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: Thirty-three.
GENDER: Male.
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.
POSITION: Woodsman. 
RACE: Registered Human.

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

PART I OF IV

^{THE END OF HUMANITY: AN EXAMINATION OF HOW HUMANS REMAIN MONSTERS, BUT SIMPLY ARE NO LONGER THE TOP OF SAID FOOD CHAIN.}

Sometimes the only person that you can truly save is yourself. There’s nothing wrong with that. Everybody wants to band together. Everybody wants to fight the good fight. But what exactly are we fighting for? There’s nothing left. The world is over. If this isn’t hell on earth, I don’t know what is. I’m not sure if we’re damned, if we’re dead. I’m not going to claim to be a genius or some sort of scholar who can tell you the signs of the apocalypse. But what I can tell you is that there is no such thing as strength in numbers anymore. Not when you’re fighting against vampires. I know that sounds bleak, but that’s the reality of the world we live in.

Even then, I've read enough to know that, despite the death and decay, the world wasn't all that different before. Instead of being subjugated and slaughtered by vampires many were subjugated and slaughtered by other men and women. So, seriously, what exactly is the good fight? Returning to a time where instead of vampires holding their power of us, other men and women did? Instead of being hunted in the night be immortal monsters, we get throttled by each other? Why would I want to fight and die for the same world with different masters? As much as we paint the vampires as monsters, we've done some pretty sick shit ourselves.

But even more so, people like to sweep under the rug that at one point or another, vampires were humans. I don't claim to know how they cane to be. A failed creation of some otherworldly entity? Somebody decided that drinking a bat's blood was a good thing? Sold their soul to the devil? I guess it doesn't really matter at the end of the day, but it's something that everybody wants to overlook. They want to paint them as the monsters. Devils. These absolute abominations that shouldn't have a place at the table. But they are us, or they were. They didn't just fall from the sky, created out of nothingness, and decide  that 'hey, lets just take shit over.'

PART II OF IV

ACCEPTING YOUR PLACE IN A WORLD LONG GONE WHILE ALIENATING EVERYBODY AROUND YOU: SOMETIMES YOU'VE JUST GOT TO ACCEPT THAT SHIT HAPPENS.

I didn’t have a choice in my registration, not that I think having one would have made a bit of difference. We were well-kept, fed, educated, and allowed far luxuries than most. We worked within the estate of a rather bountiful coven. They treated us with a certain level of respect but it was always painfully apparent that we were nothing more than sentient meals. Nothing more, nothing less. It kind of sucked, but that is the nature of this world. I mean, I don’t carve off a piece of a turkey’s leg and then nurse it back to health. That’s just not the way the world works. You don’t talk to the deer you’re going to kill for dinner.

You don’t tell the squirrel that it’s going to be okay as you peel it’s flesh off. Do we not do the same thing? I've got a flock of turkeys that I've cultivated for years, I'm going to kill them. They will sustain me. When the turkeys act up, when they step out of line, they need to be put in their place. Sadly, that is what happened to my parents. My father was a proud man. I could always see the pain in his eyes when he was forced to do something he thought to be demeaning. But he always did it for the sake of keeping the family safe and keeping us within the walls of the Inner City. He knew that what little freedoms he enjoyed were blessings compared to the treatment of humans in other sections.

But that wasn't enough for him. He remembered what it was like before the walls went up. Anytime he spoke about his childhood I could see the heartbreak in his eyes. 

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: ItsCeeCee.
AGE GROUP: Twenty-nine.
EXPERIENCE: Too long.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Mel / Robbo.