The book very much saw nothing good (or sexy) in drinking the blood of the living itself.
It is open to interpretation whether the act of cannibalism itself is evil, or the murdering people for sustenance. Because one character makes a point of letting the people she feeds on live, so she can get back with her husband, who is talked by his friends into killing her for being an unholy abomination.
Bram Stoker’s definitely had a vampires = sex framing, but not vampires = romantic. Though some of it was a Victorian “look what these perverts can do to a Good English Man, and they are corrupting OUR WOMEN!”
Oh good gods, no. Let’s see, just thinking on the fly we have Barnabas Collins from Dark Shadows (1960s, and yes, there are books, tons of them, all rather crappy), Dracula (1897, Stoker), Carmilla (1872, Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu), Varney (1845, Rymer & Prest), Lord Ruthven (1819, John W. Polidori) and so forth… and if you REALLY want to go back a ways, look into succubi and incubi, who show up while you sleep, have sex with you and drain you of life. The Victorians and pre-Victorians just *loved* doing artwork of those, and they date way, way, way back.) Anne Price wasn’t even close to being the first; she climbed on top of a great big pile o’ coffins. And we’re not even STARTING on movies, operas, literary one-hit-wonders and manga…..
Okay, Nick, I realize you’re not much of a sports guy, so here’s what you do. Back up a bit, take three steps towards the cute little parasite, draw your dominant leg back, and then bring it forward with as much power as you can, making sure that your ball of your foot connects with said parasite. With any luck, you will launch it out of the arena, disqualifying it from further combat.
Every now and then I think about how the author of “Fifty Shades etc.” just barely missed the final, awful step to utter and complete Writing Badness by not making at least one (and therefore, eventually, all) of her characters a vampire. Gods, it’s horrible enough, but THAT would’ve turned it into an absolute black hole of dreck. Not that it would’ve taken much….. and I’ll bet there’s a fanfic out there like that. Several. Probably a series. **hides under couch**
Somewhere it was said that “Fifty Shades” started out as fanfic for something, but if it said fanfic for what, I don’t remember. Might very well have been something with vampires.
It does rather change ones perspective on the whole series when you realize that Mr. Grey is actually the villain of the series. Rather transitions it from terrible romance to high octane body horror nightmare fuel…
it’s even more evil than we thought
Nick, this isn’t just twilight. “Being drained is romantic” goes all the way back to Dracula and for all I know goes back to Varney as well. ^_^
Hollywood Dracula, anyway. I’m pretty sure the original novel didn’t show it as seeexy.
…or maybe it did, only sexy was bad in late Victorian Britain? It’s a while since I read it.
its a while since I’ve been in Victorian Britain
The book very much saw nothing good (or sexy) in drinking the blood of the living itself.
It is open to interpretation whether the act of cannibalism itself is evil, or the murdering people for sustenance. Because one character makes a point of letting the people she feeds on live, so she can get back with her husband, who is talked by his friends into killing her for being an unholy abomination.
Bram Stoker’s definitely had a vampires = sex framing, but not vampires = romantic. Though some of it was a Victorian “look what these perverts can do to a Good English Man, and they are corrupting OUR WOMEN!”
The scene between Harker and Dracula’s brides is WAAAAAY sexy, and smacks of lots of oral sex (pun intended).
Pretty sure Anne Rice was the first (or at least among the first) to romanticize heliophobic hemovores.
Credit Bela Lugosi as the first. He even turned down the role of the Frankenstein monster because he thought it was not sexy.
“The Vampyre,” John William Polidori (often falsely attributed to Lord Byron), 1819, started the romantic vampire genre in English, at least.
Oh good gods, no. Let’s see, just thinking on the fly we have Barnabas Collins from Dark Shadows (1960s, and yes, there are books, tons of them, all rather crappy), Dracula (1897, Stoker), Carmilla (1872, Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu), Varney (1845, Rymer & Prest), Lord Ruthven (1819, John W. Polidori) and so forth… and if you REALLY want to go back a ways, look into succubi and incubi, who show up while you sleep, have sex with you and drain you of life. The Victorians and pre-Victorians just *loved* doing artwork of those, and they date way, way, way back.) Anne Price wasn’t even close to being the first; she climbed on top of a great big pile o’ coffins. And we’re not even STARTING on movies, operas, literary one-hit-wonders and manga…..
Omar th’ Vamp’ar! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gc8nnKiDYkk
I think you misspelt ‘Carmilla’.
So Cammy is as dangerous to other AIs as humans. Perhaps Nick can take Cammy over and use it against his next opponent?
Acquiring the abilities of each defeated foe to add to his own…
Does that make Nick Megaman or a pokemon master?
He’d rather be Megaman, but due to his circumstances, will have to be a Pokémon master.
So Cammy’s talked about its “hobbies”. Now what?
…Cue Nick taking his shirt off to use as a sling/carrier for the tamagochi, possibly to throw at his next opponent.
I don’t know if that’d actually count as beating it, but least he wouldn’t be smashing it to smithereens instead. Initially.
this is holding up rather well for a plotline written a decade ago. Who would have thought anyone would remember the name, “Tamagouchi”?
Tamagotcha?
Oh my…. NOBODY recognizes that IT’S YOUR PHONE. Yup. Sucking the life AND
SOUL….right out of YOU.
I tried to drive a stake through mine … but there was a message pending, and then I had an email, and the jewel game was right there …
What a shocking turn of events.
Besides, only Dr. Lee can romantically drain his energy. Or at least should have.
Okay, Nick, I realize you’re not much of a sports guy, so here’s what you do. Back up a bit, take three steps towards the cute little parasite, draw your dominant leg back, and then bring it forward with as much power as you can, making sure that your ball of your foot connects with said parasite. With any luck, you will launch it out of the arena, disqualifying it from further combat.
Every now and then I think about how the author of “Fifty Shades etc.” just barely missed the final, awful step to utter and complete Writing Badness by not making at least one (and therefore, eventually, all) of her characters a vampire. Gods, it’s horrible enough, but THAT would’ve turned it into an absolute black hole of dreck. Not that it would’ve taken much….. and I’ll bet there’s a fanfic out there like that. Several. Probably a series. **hides under couch**
Somewhere it was said that “Fifty Shades” started out as fanfic for something, but if it said fanfic for what, I don’t remember. Might very well have been something with vampires.
It was. In fact, it started as Twilight fanfic.
It does rather change ones perspective on the whole series when you realize that Mr. Grey is actually the villain of the series. Rather transitions it from terrible romance to high octane body horror nightmare fuel…
I notice, too, Tamagoofy is one of those guys who speaks in all small letters. Always thought that a pernicious affectation.
The natural enemy of the Tampire is the Airwolf!
Also also, what’s Tamagodawful going to do when he gets uploaded into VR Whimsey World? Prey on the dinosaurs?
Uploaded to VR Whimsey World? I thought it was just going to drain the server once it got close enough to it.
The plans of Tamagofer and men are mysterious…
I figured that’s why Baron M wanted to get Tamagogo out of the way first.
Methinks Nick grows irked…