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U U U U U U U U U U U U U U Clanbook Malkavian Each of these philosophies has a following, but the “true believers” rarely meet, and do little to espouse the philosophy. This leads some inquisitive Kindred to conclude that the wholenotionofacore Malkavian belief is just another prank.

And still other Malkavian scholars insist that is just what the Malkavians want everyone else to believe.

Ultarr6lliWthelegemls To the Ventrue, Tremere and Nosferatu scholars who have taken upon themselves the mammoth task of codifying the incomplete and tangled history of vampires, the Malkavian clan presents a uniquely frustrating puzzle. Its history defies orderly classification, and no theory quite reconciles the facts and legends in the matter.

This has led some scholars to only half-jokingly wish for Gehenna to arrive quickly, so they can question the Malkavian clan founder about his contradictory role in early vampire history and his actual motivations. Few believe he is simply mad. Instead, they are sure he has a purpose that is difficult for most people to see. As the Tremere Etrius wrote on the subject, ‘‘I refuse, as an article of faith, to believe that the Malkavian progenitor is merely mad. But comprehending his actual intent is maddening.”

At issue are the contradictory reports of the clan’s purposes, including whether or not it has one. Here are the core beliefs of the Malkavians, as the respective leaders of these camps explain them.

Global Iconoclasm The world IS full of fools who hold tawdry baubles before their faces, watch them glint and shine, and give their very lives and souls to the flashy trash. I love my country, my god, my segregated neighborhood, my success, my money, my sex, my stuff, or my alma mater and would kill anyone who shows them the slightest iota of disrespect. And, by the way, your country sucks. And so does your god, your segregated neighborhood, your success, your money, your sex, your stuff, and your alma mater. Well, I swallow your baubles whole and vomit them back up on you! Perhaps then you may see your folly.

AnarchoI END ALL CONTROL! NO ONE MAY FORCE ANOTHER! DESTROY ALL LAMER ANARCHISTS, LIKE THE BRUJAH!

P€wsonalIllunin;rtion The curse is a ticket to outside the world-illusion and inside your pineal gland. Ride the stillness like a twilight surfer. lnfectiouslnsanity Feel how the germ turns in your stomach? I am a tiny seed of madness, and I grow in your belly, like that watermelon seed you swallowed when you were four, and your uncle Alvin told you it would grow into a huge watermelon tree in your stomach and, come summer, they could pluck melons from your mouth! I infect the world with madness, and I will not stop until we are all rooting in the dirt like pigs seeking the truffles of our broken minds.

Degmdationof AlllUbal Authority Pious hypocrites all! They rule in the name of the Divine Lie! I reject them! I tear their heads open, and blow up their airships, and bum their sacred sites! No one gets to lord it over anyone because she is a wiser or nicer person!

Magicalutopia When we release the surly bonds of sanity, we don the shimmering wings of madness, and fly on wings of great power! We find the world is nothing but a projection of our own cracked minds, and we can do anything in it! When I free the minds of all people, they will become all-seeing and all-knowing, just like me! We’ll be in paradise! I’ll do it as soon as I stop the robot-laser from mind-controlling me!

HegemonyofAbsolutechaos BLEA!

NlaterialDetachnmt Disconnect! Disconnect! Unplug youroverloadedsenses from the surging wall-socket of the world-machine! Cast down your script, and drop your robot roles! The sane are prisoners of their toys. Detach! Detach! Be free! Be free!

DvineConnection 1 hear the true voice of God. Surrender and give unto me a holy offering of blood, and I shall give you God.

Artisticbflectionof Society’s llllaabress The insanity is not within my brain. The insanity reigns in the streets. I am the distillate of that madness, and I am wherever you turn to look. As Seneca said, governments are reflections of the state of their people. And our governments are mad. But we turn our faces away and say that madness is not mine. Well, I too am a reflection of your society. Everything you reject, I must be. And you cannot ignore me! I tear up your streets and creep in your window at night to whisper my madness to you.

RampantHedonism Crazy? Me? Crazy? Ya’ll watch who ya’ll call crazy, now.

Watch me, see if you can follow this. I don’t drive to work every day! I don’t allow a tightfisted moron who’s my inferior tell me what to do all day. I don’t stand in lines! I don’t let people laugh at me and make fun of me. I don’t obey my parents! I don’t get out of anyone’s way! I don’t worry about my got-damn cholesterol! I don’t pay taxes! I ain’t the one who’s CRAZY! You kin come play, too. Just live fer yerself!

Absol-bN13ilism The world is a mad design, written in the dust of the vast, hollow emptiness. It was dust, is dust, and always will be dust.

Use your knowledge to annihilate the world! Accelerate the cycle. Bring on Gehenna!

CreatiIBe simple. Be true. Ah, but you can’t. You know too much to ever be at peace, or even happy. As Nietzsche said, NohBeliefs You believe we believe anything? Ha ha ha ha ha!

“Our knowledge will take its revenge on us, just as ignorance exacted its revenge during the Middle Ages.” Give up all ideas. They only bind you.

Ascensionof Personal Will We Malkavians are hardly mad. We but follow the with a quiet feeling deep within their nerve clusters.

There was still more to know! Though the rest of the worms scoffed and called them mad, the pioneering few concentrated their nerves in the direction of the faint, faint, impossibly faint stimulus that beckoned to them and, in a transcendent moment, OPENED THEIR SECOND EYE!

Light! Sound! Color motion pictures! Good move again!

More of the universe unfolded, a sensual cornucopia of information about What Is Out There and their connection to it; and they gorged themselves on it -eating, reproducing, and watching 500 channels of cable TV. One frenzy of sensual fun later, the organic soup was filled with these Children of the Organized Nerve Cluster.

Though deep within their ganglia they knew there was more to be known, most of them made the mistake their single-celled ancestors made so long ago. They scoffed at the notion that there was any more to be known and any more ways of knowing it, and called any dissenters madmen. Well, sir, a pioneering few again concentrated their awareness on the still, sweet sound that lay across the chasm of sensory awareness, stirred something somewhere within the recesses of the glandular system and, in a transcendent moment, OPENED THEIR THIRD EYE!

Good move yet again! They received messages and sensory information unknown to the average cow or market analyst and just as hard to explain to them as it is to explain trigonometry to a meal worm. They took another quantum leap forward in knowledge about What Is Out There and their ineffable connection to it. But the rest of the cows and market analysts call them mad. Well, twenty-three zillion bacteria said the same thing a hundred million years ago. And guess where they are today? They’re still bacteria!

So I say to you, be mad! Be willing to be insane before the rest of the world. Wear your individual madness proudly! only did they multiply like crazy, but in that magic moment of frenzied FreshEyedTheEvolutionof Vision We know for certain, for instance, that for some reason, for some time in the beginning, there were hot lumps ...

Animals without backbones hid from each other, or fell down.

-The Firesignneatre, I Think We’re All Bozos on This Bus Once, there were little buggies, little one-celled creatures that could bump about and smell a few chemical changes in their world of organic soup. “This is all there is to be known,” they declared, and went about their contented existences, absorbing and dividing, absorbing and dividing, and making a lot more of themselves.

But a radical few somehow knew there was more out there than proteins and amino acid chains. They could sense it in their cilia, feel it in their flagella and know it in their nucleus. They could not prove it, but they knew there was more to be known about What Is Out There. Though most of the bacteriological community rejected this radical thesis and thought them mad, a precious few wanted to lift the veil on the rest of their universe.

So they put their potentially eternal life on the line and, in fear and hot water, they organized themselves into multiple-celled critters. In that transcendent moment they OPENED THEIR FIRST EYE! Not an actual eyeball, of course, but a collection of real, working nerves.

Good move! Now they could FEEL their connection to the chemical soup that swarmed about them and knew far more about What IsOut There. Thisgave them a tremendous advantage over the sense-less ones, whom they ate. The dark, quiet, still, flavorless pool of slight chemical variation became an active sensory bath of pinches, bumps and strokes.

Quite inflamed by this new flood of data, the nematode nation invented sex.

Another good move, because not fornication, they also came into contact Overcome the tyranny of your current neurological input devices, and Take Leave of Your Senses!

When the Anarch Movement began in the Middle Ages, many of its adherents expected the Malkavian pranksters to rush to the crusade. What did infect each colony, religion, army and city with their skewed perspectives.

The more enlightened Malkavians could see the Faerie realms and walked the spiral path to Arcadia in each of these new lands. They formed compacts with the Faeries, who often recognized in the Malkavians an opportunity to interrupt mankind’s annihilation of the possibility energies and contradictions that make up the Faerie existence. they found was that the Malkavians were just as likely to play malicious pranks on anarchs as on the Camarilla. When the anarchs bitterly complained about this, the rate of Prankine increased tenfold. The Some Malkavians became influential Malkav dwelt in the Second City with his brothers and sisters of the third generation. His madness created great dissension, because he and his retainers refused to accept the very underpinnings of reality on which all the others built the entirety of their lives. The other Third-Generation Antediluvians accused him of dangerous obstructionism that threatened them all.

When the city fell, Malkav and his coterie fled to the city of Petra. He spread his madness to the rest of the Middle East, causing massive discord, which continues to this day. Some Camarilla scholars insist that Malkav’s slumbering presence radiates contagious madness and accounts for much of the ongoing regional destabilization in the Middle East. out across the world.

Malkavians smead bringing a disruptive cities in all lands. They people on the verge of madness or well across the threshold inevery city.

While they rarely founded colonies or created religions or mustered armies of built cities, they mystical leaders, throwing ecclesiasticaldung 1 on the orthodoxies of the day. They led few disciples, but they were powerfully committed to the intellectual revolutions that stormed the battlements of the sacred institutions, and they spread havoc and wild change everywhere they went.

In India, Persia, Mesopotamia, Egypt, and the primitive tribes of Europe, Malkavians spread their mad ideas about insanity and illumination. They even made inroads into Asian nations where the mysterious Eastern vampires ruled with an iron hand. Some civilizations embraced Malkavians as holy men, but many spumed themandsent the children of Malkav fleeing.

Many Malkavians served as protectors to the minority populations of madmen in each culture - though each had a unique idea of what protection meant. Because the insane had no way to defend themselves from worlds with no place for them, the Malkavians made sure they were not abused.

They succeeded in convincing many nations that madmen had special gifts and were to be honored.

Malkavians always ran afoul of temporal authorities, who had worked hard to harness society’s energies and channel them in specific directions. Malkavians disrupted uniformity of thought both by their plans and by their very nature. They were -and remain - ideal targets of establishment persecution, and are the least equipped of all clans to organize. In addition, leaders of other vampire clans often sought revenge for Malkavian pranks and humiliating tricks.

As a result, Malkavian populations stayed very low, and their influence in the world remained peripheral. wayward “allies” rather than concentrating on their real foes.

Some Camarilla scholars credit the Malkavians with dividing the anarchs at a critical moment in history, thus keeping them from crushing the elders when they had a chance. Instead, the elders hadachance to form thecamarilla and managed to regain the offensive.

Still, the Malkavians were a dangerous wild card. If they took no position in the Elder-Anarch war, they would not be influential. If they took a position, it could be critical. Both camps sent representatives to court the mad clan, and both sets were rebuffed by malicious pranks that left the powerful emissaries mad, missing or dead. Then, unexpectedly, the powerful seventh-generation Malkavian Unmada, an Indian Brahmin, organized a majority of the unruly children of Malkav into an orderly group and deposited them on the doorstep of the elders.