Rorschach Inkblot Results	Originally developed by Hermann Rorschach, these test are one of my most widely known "Form Interpretation Tests" in the mental health field. However, to you and I they are in an instrument in the sarcastic examination of our favorite Kindred.
And what do you see in this picture?
	Ventrue: It's an inkblot. I'm paying you 50 bucks an hour for THIS?
Toreador: (long silence) uh, Toreador?... (very quietly) It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
	Tremere: By the Pyramid.... it's the lost sigil of Bazophemet! How did you....? GIVE ME THAT PAPER!!! (sounds of burning)
Nosferatu: What, you forgot to flush?
	Gangrel: Grrrrrrrr... (sniff sniff) ...grrrrrrr
Brujah: It's just some fucking ink, O.K? What? WHAT? Hey, fuck you too!! (sounds of breaking bones)
	Salubri: I see a diorama of the children of Caine living in peace and harmony... but with my other two eyes, it just looks like...a butterfly?
Setite: I ssssee the eventual conquesssst of our massster Ssset, and hiss lordssship and dominion over all... and tell me doctor... have you ever taken any of the drugsss you pressscribe....?
	Tzimisce: Hmmmm.... That looks like who I was working on last night....
Lasombra: ‹silence› Uhm, Mr. Lasombra, please turn the lights on. (more silence) Mr. Lasombra, for the last time, would you pleaseAAAAARRRRRRGGGG!!!!!!!
	Assamite: Looks like blood... mmmm.... blood...
Baali: By Baal....it's the lost sigil of Bazophemet! How did you....GIVE ME THE PAPER...
	Malkavians: I see... I see... (giggles) That's disgusting!! (giggles again) With a vacuum cleaner and... (suddenly serious) Oh no....OH MY GOD!!!! (runs out of the room screaming) THEY'RE COMING!!!!
Ravnos: ‹whistling› Hmn, that's odd. Mr. Ravnos, I seem to have misplaced the inkblots...
	Gargolye: My Master says that I see the lost sigil of Bazophemet and has instructed me to take it from you. (sounds of breaking bones)
And (an added bonus) The inkblot guide to the others...
Mages: The ink is whatever I tell it to be.
	Garou: GRRRRRR!!!!! (sounds of ripping and tearing)
Wraith: Worthless fleshling trickster, did a Giovanni put you up to this?
	Hunter: I see what you're up to, leech! (sound of staking followed by spurting blood) Er, oops, ah, I gottta run...