[Please view upon your screen one (1) annoyed half-vampire. Alright, so it's not like you know he's a vampire, but boy, does he look bored and irritable. Perhaps you've seen him out and about trying to trap the new fauna. Perhaps you've seen him not-so-gently slicing his way through foliage with black clawed hands. Who knows? Point is, he has words for this place.]

I'd like to point out that while there's finally an abundance of food, this place still hasn't produced so much as a drop of wine. Unacceptable as this may be, I'm willing to accept that it's just a part of how things go here. I'm still going to complain about it because that is my right. You can take away my dignity but you can't take away my ability to bitch.

Oh, and before I forget, I need syringes and lab equipment. Seeing as I find petty theft from all of you to be slightly beneath me still, I thought I'd ask. Classy, I know.