A room... yes, a room... that would live up to its name... having faced death so many times and yet lives...

A room where we would laugh vehemently at other rooms...
A room where we would laugh at each other's grammatical and linguistic errors...
A room where we are NOT AFRAID to point out how stupid your joke was...

A place where nobody fits in, but we hang around anyway...

This place... this anomaly... this holy virtual land... is #Vampyres_Cathedral

We are now located on irc.shadowfire.org

We are all one big, dysfunctional family. Someone would probably start picking on you upon entrance, but visit us anyway... We get tired of laughing at each other.

“But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent,
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race. 

There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life,
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse. 

Thy victims ere they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.”

― George Gordon Byron