Klas

**Theme: The Wonderful Daily Life of a Garou and the Comedy of Failure**

Ah, life as a Garou! A drama filled with emotion where every meal is accompanied by a hint of sarcasm and the smell of decaying horse flesh. I mean, who would have thought that your heroine's journey would be so aligned with the bizarre cuisine of a dead horse? And there you are, trying to understand what it means to "win" in a world where the competition boils down to who gets the most blood from dark horrors.

Scarper, the true terror of the pack, appears with a knife and a bravery that would make even the bravest of cleavers look like a typical carnival squid. Looking at you, he tries to explain what should be a small victory: "Do you really not understand, idiot?" It's like trying to explain the difference between ketchup and mustard to a hamburger instead of worrying about who actually won the battle. The life of the Garou, my friends, is an episode of a romantic comedy where the only romantic thing is the smell of decay in the background.

And then Clay, the great sage with the face smeared with horse meat, appears like the grumpy grandfather we all have in our families, interrupting any possibility of optimism with a "You failed!" Oh, yes, those words are like a fresh breeze of despair accompanied by the smoky cloud of a poorly cooked barbecue, and you ask yourself: "At what point did this party become a joke of the kind that makes the Grumpy Cats look happy?"

There you are, trying to clarify yourself. Nothing makes sense! Bane was always the horse, and the dying human you exterminated? Ah, a well-deserved induction into the "Comedy of Errors – Apocalyptic Version". It seems that now everyone in your pack is doing theatrical interpretations of Hamlet with a touch of horror, while the Litany, that rulebook that seems to have been written by a flock of deaf ostriches, becomes the instruction manual for hanging yourself with dental floss.

But of course, you're just a wolf taking a bite out of life, and then Scarper comes along, gently flirting with the idea of subjecting yourself to yet another task of cleaning up your own mess. "Jump in the van and clean yourself up, you look like a piece of jugral meat." What a friend, huh? As if you weren't there on a battlefield, eating your frustrations and rotten horse meat, just to put on a show in your next act of sadness.

And as you search for your keys in the shadows, your claws tremble between the dirt and the sarcastic laughter. Scarper and Black Tarn, the true laugh artists, entertain you as if you were juggling marble busts, while Clay, that old-fashioned horse eater, serenades you with even more indigent treats.

Oh, and what about this new school of Garou life? The theme this time is "How to be a failure in three easy steps!" The first is clear: turning a mission like clearing your name into a funny catchphrase. The second is finding friends who laugh in your face while you entertain the masses of other Garou like a magician whose trick has failed miserably. And the third? As you may have guessed—learning to ignore the rotten meat in the corner of the room and toasting the new age of winners who happen to feed on the rot of their own failure.

So here's the real moral of the story: between maintaining your dignity and cracking up, why not opt for a good catchphrase about horses and human misfortune? After all, in a world where laughter mixes with putrefaction, we are all a little Garou, waiting for the final joke that may never come. Because at the end of life, those who cross out their problems can truly be considered the true winner!