“So an Ashega, an Urdaga and a Nuzusul walk into a bar and sit at a table. The Pure goes like: “The forsaken have taken all the good territory in the city”, “all territory is the same shit in here nitwit” responds the Ghost Wolf while the Forsaken stare at them angrily drench in substances that no one dare to name under the light of the moon. Then a Cub timidly walks in and ignorantly asks: “Hey do you know anything about what's going on in the favelas?”, before every Uratha in the bar have several PTSD induced anxiety attacks only at the mention of those cursed places.”
