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Storyteller: "The Brujah anarch looms over you, casually spinning a tire iron in his hand. He flicks back his hair and bares his fangs. What do you do?"

Evanescence: "BID MY BLOOD TO RUN BEFORE I COME UNDONE!"

Storyteller: ((tosses die)) "You have failed your rouse check and gain one hunger. The Beast claws up your spine until you feel it in your throat, growling."

Evanesence: "I'VE BEEN LIVING A LIE! THERE'S NOTHING INSIDE!"

Storyteller: "Indeed. Strength + Brawl, please."

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