I can bluff people. Or, shall I say, “the bluff” is valid tactic.
Nobody knows Mr. Finger’s generation. They don’t know his abilities, his traits. Nobody has access to a database where my character sheet is readily available for the download. Nobody knows my MC, so they don’t know how many points I start with, don’t know Mr. Finger’s potential.
They think he’s a Tzimicze… but that could be — wait for it — a bluff.
They can’t assume I’m a neonate, ancillae, or elder because my MC is tattooed to my forhead.
All too often people told me, “You can’t assume to walk in and be the boss, John. You have to earn your position.”
Last night, I started out in the same position as everybody else. The same position we all started in. And I was allowed to raise to my own level of ability.
In other words, I knew I could walk in and be the boss… and I earned it. Not because my MC told me I have the right to do so… but because I had the skill to do it.
To all my friends who came down to play: Thank you for making my night so much fun.
And we gave
Hope it didn’t hurt too bad, little one.
(MR. FINGER: “Oh, yes we do.”)