и в результате у меня возник эффект "Сезона охоты" Я приехал с игры, где у меня все было в целмо хорошо, и узнал, что на самом деле было... разнообразно. Местами, кстати, просто чудом у меня все выстроилось хорошо. Ляг я спать часом позже или встань часом раньше и попал бы я в "хлаальскую задницу", извините.
* Под "Х.З." в данном случае понимается та З., в которую попали вопреки своей воле Х. и примкнувшие к ним Ф.
Word travels fast after two Game Wins at a V:TES tournament. Long before all of the round three tables had concluded, I had learned that I was the top seed at the final table. I also learned that James Messer (Lutz/Maris vote), Hugh Angseesing (EuroBrujah), David Tatu (Tzimisce) and Pete Oh (Black Hand AUS/DOM) were the other finalists.
James and I sat down and cautiously spoke. Though he and I are friends and members of the same playgroup, we have a history of betraying each other at the V:TES table. I told him I needed a vote-buddy, and that he should be it. I also told him that my number one goal was to win the Championship, and that my number two goal was to make sure an American won it. Hugh's two victories the day before were already too much. I think I would have been sick if our British friend had won the US Championship. Despite my great dislike of Lutz von Hohenzollern, James and I agreed to be political partners at the start of the final round.
Being able to pick my seat was a big advantage. When it was my turn to choose, the players were arranged like this: Pete->James->Hugh->David. I knew that James and Hugh had titled vamps, and would be immune to my Judgment: Camarilla Segregations. I had just finished earning a Game Win with Pete Oh as my prey in round three, so my choice to sit in between Pete and David was an easy one.
