When the voices in your head are surprisingly encouraging and uplifting
If it wasn't for my schizofriendia, I don't think I'd have heard one nice thing about myself today.
The largest of all masquerade dance festivals put on by and for vampires and vampire enthusiasts (And the occasional Inquisition cadet) where mortal guests are either eaten or turned (Or slaved out to be eaten later). Secret methods of the Order determine which will have what faith, but all will be honored on the surface with commemorative Cenotaphs containing hidden and cryptic vampire glyphs
Where the devil are all the toothpicks??
Is the Vamprancenation in town or something?