Zach Penn/Stereotypes

Mages:	Do you even know what that word means? Anyone who calls themself a 'mage' is trying to sell you on your own, alleged inferiority. They claim a power you can't understand, and designs on your future. Fuck 'em. Want the secrets of the universe? Start asking questions until they tell you drink hemlock. Then start a fight. You learn twice as much in the back half.
Sorcerers:	What? First time wasn't enough? I said: Do you even know what that word means?
Werewolves:	So you can grow nine feet tall with fangs and claws and you're real great at destroying shit. Big deal. Do you know how many people I know who can turn into all kinds of things? What have you built lately? 'Cause real talk, here: We're all in the same boat. None of us brought a paddle. Now, you can keep playing at tribalism, or you can learn to swim. 'Cause what matters ain't the who's baddest, but the ones who stop you falling from your ladder.
Mortals:	You sound so fucking pretentious when you say it like that. We're all mortal. "Human." The word is, "Human." We're all that, too. And it's the word you should've been saying all along.
Big Brother:	The road to Hell, man. Good intentions and baby skulls. Was it always about control? Always from fear? Or did 'humanity' once mean something to you?
The Self-Damned:	Up front there ought to be a man in black.