When real things happen to imaginary people

That is the sound of the Wayback Machine in a tizzy. White Wolf Games opened pre-orders for the 20th Anniversary edition of Vampire: the Masquerade. (clicky-link!)

I won't even try to fib here: yeah, I wanted it. Wanted, past-tense, because the amusement I would get from it is not worth the $99 price tag. But maybe someone I know will get a copy, and I'll be able to at least flip through it and giggle.

I don't even have a copy of the original book anymore; it vanished at least 15 years ago with a roommate. I do want to eventually get a copy of that original book, but the Stroppy One keeps assuring me that the next time we go visit his family, I can bring *his* original copy home for nostalgia's sake.

Somewhere, in a drawer or a box downstairs, I have my original membership card to the Camarilla. IIRC, member # 40 or 42. Yes, I was that silly. And hey, I sometimes miss vampire LARPing. But I don't miss the out-of-game drama and bureaucracy, and I certainly don't have time for such a hobby any more. (Besides, if I was going to give in and do that sort of thing, I'd want a troupe game with a Victorian-Age Vampire setting, dammit.)