At brunch today, one of my friends mentioned that the tattoo/piercing parlor she was visiting that afternoon had one of the original “Mind’s Eye Theatre” box sets for Vampire: the Masquerade for sale. For $15. In a fit of nostalgia, I bought it. It has everything except the ankh, which is okay because I still have my original one from the long-lost box set I used to own. But yes, all the books, the character sheets, the silly plastic fangs, the blood capsules. (Hee!)
If you listen closely, you can hear the faint whirring noise of The Husband and the StuntHusband rolling their eyes so hard that they may never see again. I don’t care. I own my cliches.