You find yourself in downtown New Orleans, planet Earth, 1968. Close by, you see Carmilla Queen of the Damned. She's just melted the skin off a soup kitchen volunteer. As he pleads for mercy he realizes she has none. In a nearby window you see the pleasant silhouette of Candy Cowgirl. There's a spaceship double-parked off to your right. In the distance you see a battlefield, the remaines of a horrific conflict. Carmilla looks longingly and lovingly at both the carnage of the battlefield and her victim.
If you would like to talk to the skinless volunteer click here.
If you want to walk out onto Bourbon Street, palpitating heart of the French Quarter
If you want to travel with Carmilla on one of her frequent trips up North to Birmingham Alabama