• I was once the leader, the queen, of a vampyric tribe. i brought peace to my land, food to my people. they loved me and wouldn't have anyone else reign. i did everything they needed me to, everything a good leader does. they turned to me ofr answers, for solutions and for help with daily things. we were all a family. until one day, a dark, mad scientist with a grudge against my power came to our tribal lands holding with him a large capsule he cradled like a baby. he spoke to me, demanding to hand over my reign to him. my people pleaded against it, and as always, i did what the people say. in my most ruling voice i told him no! he would never hold my reign over these people. he told me to have it my way and he dropped the capsule. out of the capsule grew a smoke cloud, black in color, wreaking of death. the as grew and grew until it hung over the sky, blocking out the sun. my people began to scream and run to their houses to collect their children, i too ran to my cabin, puttin on a gas mask and a sylicone suit so the gas wouldnt touch me. i hoped that the other people had thought to put theirs on. i exited my cabin, only to see that the gas had engulfed everything. in the street lay my tribal members. some dead, some burnt from the outside in,, others barely clinging to life. i gasped as i saw this scene. the gas had done things to them. turned their irises purple or foggy blue, changed their hair color and made them skinier. i sat their, knowing i could do nothing, watching as my family died in ain. the least i could do was take their dying children in my arms and comfort them, comfort the old, the young, the half lived and the unborn. comforting was all that could be done. hours i spent promising them finer lands awaiting for them on the other side. it has been 3 months since that day and i'm still searching for any surviving tribal members. if ou are out there...contact me immediatly.