Garage, Inc.

You shoot Paul a dirty look. "I do not want to speed up the transformation," you say, "and I certainly do not want to die. Where is your Uncle Fred, anyhow? Now that he has made me like him, I stand nothing to lose by talking to him. Except my pride, maybe."

Paul sneers back. "Lions have prides," he informs you, "not wolves." You want to rearrange his face, but you decide to hold out for a serious answer. It comes momentarily.

"Uncle Fred is in the garage, customising his motorcycle," the young vampire tells you. "Just howl once or twice, and he should open the door. He's never too busy for company."

You think to yourself that he may be too busy for you, but you intend to speak with him one way or the other.

Written by Joey Liverwurst (edited by wanderer)

You go to the garage.

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