The Vampire Armand

Insulting to players everywhere.

Casting choices are abominable - I nearly leapt from my chair upon viewing! Jack Black felt as though they'd stuck a cucumber in a cabbage patch. And that wretched "I am Steve" line caused my molars to clench in a harsh cringe.

At least give us an animated version for an animated game, or nothing at all!

Apart from my actions, what did I do to deserve this?

The Vampire Lestat when he doesn't get his way.

Ah, the theatre. An old friend!

I have much to say about how modernity has carved itself into today's stage productions.

Most modern musicals have one thing in common. Keep everyone alert, awake, and admiring. Escalated by glimmering setpieces; high-quality microphones adhered to the jaw - show it everyone now!

In this current age, mortal attention spans are sparse and fleeting. Entertainment has to absolutely astound, or else it's no good.

Playwrights scramble to construct productions unlike any other, unaware that this stunts them. The race to create a life-changing story only results in the same story being told, over and over.

Take me back to the centuries when actors weren't afraid of simplicity! Blank stage! Little props, cheaply sewn costumes. When they would laugh, we'd feel joy tickle our own throats. When they would cry, we'd feel that joy curdle into cold.

Raw, real, and ravishing.

I suppose there is a part of me that longs for the humanity that once existed in theatre.

And I never thought I'd long for something so separate from me.

I don't believe sharing the nature of my sexual relations is appropriate for Tumblr...

But after looking through your blog, you appear to be a fan!

So I'll indulge you -

Daniel was created from desperation, from anger. Maybe a touch of desire. If it had anything to do with his current age, it was entirely subconscious.

But I would certainly classify him as a "DILF"!

Thank you for your riveting question!

I have always been enamoured by the idea of 'hot pot'. Dunking thin scraps of meat into a sizzling vat, watching glassy-eyed as it rises fully cooked. The closest mortals get to magic.

I suppose I'm curious as to how meat tastes when bloodless.

The wording of this question confuses me a tad. The sizing of my goblets depends on the amount of blood I am consuming.