"Greetings, and welcome to my first ever Let's Play of Troika's Vampire The Masquerade: the only game that lets you feel like you're actually living inside a failed Joss Whedon project."
"Police don't have any suspects at this time, but they're pretty sure it was you."
—Newscaster, to the Malkavian PC, through the TV set.
"No, you stop!"
—Malkavian PC, to a stop sign.
"Blood! It's your new rack of lamb, your new champagne, your new fucking heroin!"
"Oooh, what do we have here? Another scrumptious young plaything straight out of life and into my club? Mmm... you smell new, little boy/girl, like fabric softener dew on freshly mowed Astroturf. Oh, I'm not frightening you, am I, duckling?"
—Jeanette Voerman, to PC.
"Sweet Kindred, Thank you again for all you did for me. I want you to know that I meant it when I said I adored you. You made me feel that the world was not nearly as dark and desperate. I hope to see you again in my club... And in my dreams. All my love, VV."
—Velvet Velour, First email sent to the PC after being nice to her and completing both of her missions.