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Bienvenue mes chers amis

Venez avec moi, mon ami. J'ai beaucoup pour vous
dire cette nuit. Boisson ! Amusez-vous.
Vous êtes mon invité.
Ma maison est ouverte de vous pour l'explorer...

I am Compte LaCruix...your host.

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I bid thee welcome to my humble home.
Though I must confess, that this is strange indeed for me. Having a "virtual" home, it is seemingly beyond my conception. Forgive me, but I feel as a young child that is struggling to learn new lessons. It is difficult, for I am far from a child. My mind is not so easily open to such a realm of possibilities.

I am old, perhaps you would say - ancient.
I have seen far too much to remain innocent. To be sure, I was no innocent before I became...that which I am today. Ah, but then things are not so innocent in this time, this world of modern wonders. Some things remain forever unchanged it seems.

The preditors are still hunting their prey...

Be they of mortal blood or of a different sort. Still they stalk the world, taking their victims unaware. I fear that they have grown ever more cunning, learning to use the tools of this age for their deceptions and traps. They have always been keen to lure prey, tease and taunt their intended one.
Like a large cat that plays with it's prey. The frightened mouse suffering greatly, before the final blow finishes it.
So beware my treasures, be ever watchful and be safe.
I have not lived so long to be dull of wit, I too must tread carefully. There are those that hunt me as well. Not only do I need to watch the mortal kin that walk the day, but there are others that seek my true death with a fanatic's zeal.

Here in this abode, I will tell you of myself and mine.
This alone is enough to sign my death warrent amoung my kind.
But I grow weary of the silence, the nights are filled with the yearning of so many hearts...
Yes, mon petite chere...it is true. We are real. I am real.
The Masquerade for me...is over.