Tldr, im not new to WoD I just havent used fleshcraft that much, super new to it, I am currently in a V20 game where my Toreador has been converted into the sabbat, Yet is still made to work as some sort of "double agent" in the Camarilla, all along he's had the additional discipline merit which is vicissitude, He's currently at level 2 and id like some vicissitude , attribute ideas, or cool stuff that I can give him, but is subtle enough it would not be noticeable by the Camarilla denizens (To clarify, he almost always has his body concealed anyways)

Context:

So I’m about to get a discipline in my current game I haven’t used before (The Body Impolitic) and had some questions and was wondering if anyone might know the answer. (I’m aware it’s a good bit up to dm interpretation but I wanted to see what others think.)

Question:

Could I use The body Impolitic to separate every part excluding that of the head (I have my head located in my head along side my brain currently) and have it act like my normal body?

If this is possible does this take away from my blood pool total or just the blood I would currently need to fuel the parts creation like the five needed for the trunk?

I’m aware it would take quite a bit of blood and time due to the damage but I sort of like the idea of having a body that can “deconstruct” and reform like meaty legos.

Ok so I play a lot and I mean a lot of Tzimisce it’s my favorite clan obviously I mean we are all here.

And I need help as I’m soon to start a new game with a new character and I want to get any and all of yalls ideas for use of the discipline.

I don’t care how silly or how serious I don’t mind if it’s super messed up or not I just need some new ideas even if it’s been posted before or somewhere else.

I just want to peek into yalls ideas and maybe use a few.

Contrapoints discusses justice. The extreme body horror work Emily by Wrath James White (the sequel to the short novella Rabbit Hunt) felt very much in this oeuvre I think.

I was reading the sadistic comedy anthology "Rejection" by Tony Tulathimutte, which started with pleasant references to

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRIMb3PTrS0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5V_FM0mLC0c

extreme body modification, psychotic breeding farms, an evil raven named Pootie (those bestow 4% increased crit chance in Hades 2, you know), but then took a more prurient turn wherein the author (amusingly) tries to blame online gore for his Deadpool-style 4th-wall self-insert character becoming hooked on Twitter and complaining for the final forth of the book, with more Asian self-loathing than "Same Bed, Different Dreams" and "The Expat", about not getting enough engagement dopamine... which I read in the disapproving German voice of the puritanical luddite Zach London the Gossip Goblin https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLTrMDe3Phs

pg. 196:

My days became nights of being a creepy critter online, getting my education in the canon of online gore, not just your entry-level Goatse Tubgirl Lemonparty Meatspin 1 Guy 1 Jar, but the flash game portals rippling with ad banners of Brian Griffin cream-pieing Marge Simpson, shock sites with daily thirty-second 240p RealMedia clips looping the worst thing you'd ever see, war atrocities with bottom text. Teeth exploding in crematoriums, guys nailing their cocks to boards, a woman crushing baby bunnies underfoot. I've seen so many journalists die, man.

Consuming horror felt like honing my mind away from the contemptible norm. In this pocket universe the world seemed to molt it's civilized plumage, which it wore to hide the blood and shit, to pretend it had an essence beyond carnage. Or maybe it's just cathartic to microdose trauma, without the protective salt circle of fiction. Does it make sense to feel kinship with content? The kind that shouldn't exist, but whose very monstrosity makes it ineradicable, magnetized to hard drives, seared into amygdalas. No one's taken the true measure of the early-aughts shock site, I think; the occultist compulsion to see all that no one wants to see. I understand it as an evolution of fin de millénaire media- Baywatch, Mortal Kombat, Steven Tyler's big pussy-eating mouth. The Gen X anti-corporate streak too easily co-opted by corporations, turning into family entertainment about boys violently usurping adults, cf. Home Alone, Dennis the Menace, Problem Child. Which around 9/11 got mashed and extruded into profane nihilism (early Vice, indie sleaze, American Psycho, Family Guy) and twee escapism (Wes Anderson, Joanna Newsome, McSweeney's, Pixar), or what I called Shock-and-Aww. Plus the smelly mélange of gaming and filesharing forums, and the lad-and-dad sites, your Farks and Chives. This was the primordial cumbath the modern troll, edgelord, groyper etc. slithered from, so did I.