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I have been really thinking about my past lately seeing how God has been with me no matter where I have ran to. One place he shappered me into was into a bromance with Chris Molbee a strong Christian who just let his light shine never hiding it under a shade but never shoved it down my throat. When I needed a second family he embraced me and hasnt let go since. I came for the game but stayed for the love. Who knows where I would of ended up if it was just a game he was offering. He showed me how to be a good brother, a fantastic husband and father, what real community and family looked like. 　
Like so many other "fairy tales" by the Brothers Grimm the Tale of the Pied Piper has been glossed and sanatized for the children of the world but remain rooted in true events. Bloodline: Molsbee is perhaps the newest of bloodlines less than 50 years old but grows incrementally through the years.

Chris Molsbee started the Bloodline in the 1990’s out of his apartment. He had tinkered for many years across the world perfecting his art of the game. Once a haven was settled into he began to search out others like himself. Slowly at first but gaining momentum changing lives were ever his dice bag landed. Like the true Pied Piper of old his music to come play in the night was welcomed on the night winds of West Texas bringing out wandering souls and awakening others together.

Unlike the Pander’s or the Caitiff the Bloodline holds wishes for no political power. The Bloodline unites out of a sense of family. How refreshing it is for a member to join and find a home they never knew they didn’t have before. A place to spread their wings and fly.

Nickname: Gamers

Sect:  If you look close enough you will find Bloodline members in various Sects. The structure of the Camarilla draws as many as the unstructured Sabbat claims but is balanced by the sheer number of Independents roaming the night.

Appearance: The most common trait of the Gamer is their individual diversity. Crisp starched white buttons down shirts are just as common as filthily robes or torn jeans. You can find the young at heart rubbing elbows with old souls at gatherings.

Haven: Common to all Gamer havens is the Game Table. A good table possibly used part time for meals but is really there to have a place to roll dice, mark off hit points, and hold drinks. The table is the center of the Haven. Everything else is suited to the individuals personal tastes. Shelves of books are almost as universal as shelves of obscure movies.
　
Background: Bloodline Molsbee selects its members through a winnowing process. All are welcomed but not all can survive. They are drawn like moths to a flame but the majority fall away from lack of endurance (in spoons), lack of backbone (from significant others), or when they look into the mirror cant stand to see themselves finding a home at last in the group. The Bloodline strength derives from the mosaic of the sociopolitical range of its members. As walks of life can be found in its active membership or esteemed alumni. Your just as likely to find police officers rolling dice with strippers or church workers plotting with fry cooks.

Character Creation:  Any three Social skills are highly prized in the Bloodline to pass the time. Physical traits are admired in the tradition of Spoons. High mental traits are highly respected long term. The strength of the bloodline is found when members work together using their strength to balance out the weakness of the others. The background trait of Resources is restricted apparently at creation and through out play. No one knows why but sure hope it is lifted as soon as possible.

Clan Disciplines: Any three

Weaknesses: Not only does the Gamer suffer from their clan weakness but also they suffer from Addiction. After being thirsty for so long, once they find the Bloodline they feed and feed well. They then turn to over feeding. What starts off as a simple game for 6 hours once a month turns into a slippery slide into Addiction. Clan meetings get added on. Movie nights turn into movie weekends. Simple breakfasts at IHOP or Denny’s turn into long conversations on how to take over the city. Email boxes exploded with in OOC conversation on IC deals. A Gamer must make a Self-Control roll at –4 difficulty not to talk about the game when they meet other Gamers. Willpower must be spent not to show up at Games.

Quote: "So when are you coming over to make your character?"　

Stereotypes

• Assamite: Doc, the hidden blade
• Brujah:Bill Boone, warrior poet epitomized
• Followers of Set:Melissa McAfee, I thought she was just cold blooded just because she was a woman
• Gangrel: Josh Briles and Jae, truly wild at heart
• Giovanni:Becky Boone, death offers no rest for the wicked
• Lasombra:Stephen, The other white meat
• Malkavian:Donna, madness be thy name
• Nosferatu:Jason Poyner, if they only knew your secrets
• Ravnos: Wayne and Lucas, was any of your illusions true?
• Toreador:Valerie Wespesser. Proves why roses are known for their petals as well as their thorns
• Tremere:Tomas Lynskey, I drink the Kool Aid
• Tzimisce:Borgman, oh the changes I have seen you go through
• Ventrue:
James Walsh, it’s a scepter to rule not a club to bludgeon the peasants with  



Bloodline: Molsbee

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Dear world,
I have three daughters and they are exquisite beautiful. They are getting to that age now where you are going to start tossing all your junk on how they should "look". That scares and saddens me to no abound. It sadden me because world your so stupid about what is beautiful. You have allowed yourself to buy into an airbrushed silicone not humanly possible image golden cow as your standard of beauty. It angers me because while you can have a different opinion you don’t have to be so damn loud!

As a guy I can grow as big as I want and it’s ok. If I join the mob it’s almost expected really. The more weight the more level of importance. Chris Farley, Jack Black, Kevin James, or Seth Rogen all heavyweights in the comedic world as well as just plain heavyweights. We love them for it to. World that’s a double standard and playing dirty pool. We judge men by their personality but women by their bodies, what’s the matter with us?

Its not who we have been. The term is Rubenesque not rail thin. We have never painted stick figures and said, "Yes! That’s what we want!" Paintings like Mona Lisa or Birth of Venus or any Michangelo sculpture that we call treasures never have ribs poking through their skin. Marilyn Monroe, Jane Mansfield, and Betty Page all set the world a flame and captured and still invoke Eden in the hearts of men across the board. If they came up today they wouldn’t stand a chance. World what’s wrong? Where did we get off track? We watch Jams Cameron’s Titanic and instead of letting our hearts get carried away by the story you tell us why didn’t they get a skinny chick for the movie? WTH?

Rock and roll is with me on this one too. Fat Bottom Girls by Queen. Whole Lot of Rosie by AC/DC. Baby got Back by Sir Mix-A-Lot. Honky Tonk Badonkadonk by Trace Adkins. Just to name a few. That’s what the male heart craves, curves. Round curves not a bag of bones with sharp points!

We have got it so twisted we have 3 out 5 teenage girls have an admitted eating disorder in junior high. That’s admitted no doubt the unadmitted number is horrific sadly. We have made such surgical evolutionary jumps in the fields of nose jobs, tummy tucks, face lifts, and boob jobs we didn’t have time for cleft lip repair, cancer research, fresh water to deserts, or space exploration. It is sad to know there is a 15-year-old saving money for a boob job instead of a college fund. God’s children are starving across the oceans and we have little girls who wont finish dinner because they don’t want to get fat. Sadder to me still is the ones that eat to keep up appearances then suffer in silence and shame throwing it up behind closed doors.

I’m all for saying lets get healthy but that’s not what we are saying. Goals are good but why aren’t we telling them we love them right where they are and pace with them today. I remember I had a friend and her room walls were covered with cut out pictures from rags like, Marie Claire, Cosmo, and, 17. I asked her about it and she said it was to inspire her to be beautiful. I remember the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach looking at it still. I imagine it’s the same feeling investigators have when they roll up on pagan cult temples. They just find a alter covered in blood and filth "sacrificed" to something they are looking to save them.

World, when we stop fighting nature and just accept people like every other creation has God’s fingerprints on it and love the diversity instead of condemning everything outside your narrow field? Cardinals are awesome and yes they are beautiful with their deep red color. What about Blue Jays though? Humming birds fit in your hand and captivate us by flittering around so delicately but don’t eagles with their massive wing span stop our hearts any less? Elephant’ walking across an African plain is just as beautiful as a fragile butterfly gracefully landing on a flower.

World you are teaching all the wrong things to men as well. Your telling boys to just look at your marketing and the packaging and not the package inside. It’s stupid and dangerous and you set them up for failure. You are trying to sell them on the outside that is already fading. When you pull up next to someone do we rev the engine or yell out look at my paintjob? It’s the motor inside that keeps you on the road long term not how big your bumper is right? Why aren’t you telling boys in your beer ads to go for a strong woman instead of a bimbo in a bikini? A woman with a college degree can take care of you more at 75 than say a DD cup wearing 7-11 worker. Hair color is our determining factor? What about teaching them to look at honesty, self-awareness, and a love of God?

Proverbs 31 descibes a hella woman and doesn’t mention losing 5 extra pounds anywhere in it!
"Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty that depends on fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should be known for the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God." 1 Peter 3:3-4

Shards

Most of the time I want to be unbroken. A single sheet of perfect glass transparent to let God love and light to shine through. I never was and will never be that I will always have a sack full of brokenness. Broken dreams of who I wanted to be. Broken hearts given to careless lovers. Broken dreams of what I wanted to do in life. Broken relationships of friends and family. Broke wallets for things I want. Broken cars to take me places. Broken homes where loved should of reigned.

I had stuff I needed to get done so I carried on. I took thread and needle and sewed all my broken mismatched parts together and walked under my own power. I was the best looking Frankenstein's monster you ever saw! As long as the stench of rotting flesh didn't bother you and I keep the stitch marks covered so you thought I was whole.

I would of gotten away with it to, if it wasn't for that meddling God! The idea that maybe all those mismatched pieces were actually getting in the way was unsettling. I had finally got some movement forward how could that be wrong? How could it work except this way? God had friends step into my life and tell me how, not by my power but by his. The creature I was portraying was all wrong. I wasn't  monster trying to be human I was a human trying to be a monster. I wasn't moving forward I was a cardboard stand of what  thought the world wanted. My life unraveled as my stitching slipped away.

What do you do with a sack full of broken fragile shards? If your God you make something beautiful.

My only request in both my marriage ceremonies was I wanted stained glass. I got jipped both times and maybe that wasn't the first resentment towards or agreement that this wouldn't work out but it got added on soon enough.

Stained glass is a process of making something big out of allot of smaller pieces of glass. So that when light shines through it is marvelous. It looks great on a cloudy day but when it shines it lights up the room. A window is functional no doubt that's why so often I crave it. It is easier to be functional than it is to be complex. Functional requires a virtually no work. A stained glass window is a act of devotion in time. It is painstaking difficult to do. But what a difference it makes!

That's what God is doing in my life. He is taking my brokenness after I lay it before Him and putting it together to show the world his love. All that mess isn't taken away but rather transformed. Angry Reds, cool blues, mellow yellows, vibrant greens, royal purples, harvest oranges, my life has been colored by so many things! He takes all that and arranges it all to show his face to the world. He makes it work not by clearing all the colors out but getting in between and fusing it all together. The lead that fuses the fragile glass together is incredibly strong and weighty. A stained glass window will out last a single sheet window any day, any storm.

 

12 The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ.
13 For we were all baptized by one Spirit into one body—whether Jews or Greeks, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink.
14 Now the body is not made up of one part but of many.
15 If the foot should say, "Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body," it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body.
16And if the ear should say, "Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body," it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body.
17 If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be?
18 But in fact God has arranged the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be.
19 If they were all one part, where would the body be?
20 As it is, there are many parts, but one body.
21 The eye cannot say to the hand, "I don't need you!" And the head cannot say to the feet, "I don't need you!"
22 On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable,
23 and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. And the parts that are unrepresentable are treated with special modesty,
24 while our presentable parts need no special treatment. But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lacked it,
25 so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other.
26 If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.
1 Corinthians 12:12-26

My little broken piece fits with your little broken pieces if we let God be the uniting bond between us. What wonders can He do with us, I can't fathom. I have read about his handiwork and want to shine.

Time Management

Most people I know if I want to or need to I can call a home phone, a cell phone, face book them, email at home, email at work, see them in class, see them in church, text them, leave a in game message, or if in worst case scenario just go knock on their door. That's staggering to me because we are so tightly "connected" but most of us feel disconnected from people most of the time.

It occurred to me how arrogant I am today and self centered I am on how my "life" is in shambles. Historically it isn't. I am away from my children and that sucks but if I lived just a hundred years ago it wouldn't be uncommon for separation. Until the industrial revolution people had to go out of the house to work. Be it months away on a sailing ship or camping in the fields to get them plowed. You just couldn't pick up your cell to say hi. It was more about the quality of the time versus the quantity we spent with each other.

You had to clear the entire day to go visit someone because it was a ways off to get anywhere to see someone else. Community meant something deeper I think back then because neighbors helped neighbors at the drop of the hat because they were literally the only other people around for miles and miles.We live closer to each other than ever before but who knows their neighbors anymore?

With medical advances we are living longer than ever before as a people. We should be cool as cucumbers when things crash into each other because our chances are likely by the time we die it has the distinct possibility to work itself out before we die. Back in the day they should of been freaking out if they fought with their wife because they were one rusty nail away from the hereafter.

¹ There is a time for everything,
   and a season for every activity under the heavens:  ² a time to be born and a time to die,
   a time to plant and a time to uproot,
 ³ a time to kill and a time to heal,
   a time to tear down and a time to build,
 ⁴ a time to weep and a time to laugh,
   a time to mourn and a time to dance,
 ⁵ a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
   a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
 ⁶ a time to search and a time to give up,
   a time to keep and a time to throw away,
 ⁷ a time to tear and a time to mend,
   a time to be silent and a time to speak,
 ⁸ a time to love and a time to hate,
   a time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

God is working in my life, as he has and will ,on his own timetable. No matter how much faster it becomes possible to rely the answers He gives he doesn't move a smidge faster than he wants to. Google can give answers in microseconds but they don't nourish the soul. It is doubt that we give power to when we grow impatient with God. Faith is strengthen like any other muscle only when it is put into use.

I used to ride my bike all over the places literally dozens of miles a day. I got on a bike the other day and within the short distance to work i was wondering about cardiac care. I fell asleep troubled wrestling with issues humming The Clash's immortal song of my youth "Should I stay or should I go".  But when I woke up I was putting my necklace on as part of the whole armor of God thing. technically i know its not listed but I add it in their like a World of Warcraft trinket not necessary but helpful. I have a dog tag I got as a gift with Isaiah 40:31 but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint. Nothing I hadn't heard but so desperately need to be reminded of today.