Yeah I was in New Brunswick when the shit hit the fan. I'm not really sure how it all started, all I know is that once it did things went south really quick. The elders all started drawing lines and pointing fingers, and hollering about how if you weren't aligned with “them” you where aligned with “their enemy.” Once the "if you aren't with me you're against me" bullshit started it caught on real quick, and the next thing you know there was blood flowing.

The Masquerade held even as the old bastards burned each other to ash in the streets, mostly because they had so many lackeys and fail safes in place from their paranoia that the systems they contrived continued to operate for weeks on end after they where dust.

As shit escalated a lot of the younger kindred just up and left, probably convinced the tiny niches they had carved out for themselves weren't worth dying over. I can't say I disagreed with them, but I had obligations so I stayed a little longer than perhaps was wise. I think my mind got made up to leave when the Prince's car got blocked in by two garbage trucks on the way to a meeting and fucking fire bombed.

I started thinking fuck if they can get to the man, nobody is safe. I bet a lot of other people started thinking like that too, because people started vanishing left and right. Some of em probably got killed, some probably got out of town, and I bet some of em got themselves eaten. Seems like everyone had a few bad ideas then.

I'm headed back now, it's been a year and the slow moving monsters we call Elders haven't yet gotten to the point where they think its safe to move back in. I'm going to find me a little piece of heaven in New Brunswick carve it up real nice and make it my own before everyone else grabs up the goodies.