I've seen a few donators now.
The "grey shiny ones" not allowed to leave afterwards because they can't string a sentence together.
The "bleeders", standing there drinking their tea and eating their biscuit, completely oblivious whilst their claret drips from the end of their sleeve.
The "pukers" - not seen one yet, but I've seen the "Paper Bowl of Doom" being called for, to a bed over the way.
The "deniers" - they've been there nearly an hour and hardly a drop has showed itself.
The "enthusiasts" (myself included) - bled, fed and watered in under 20 minutes.
The "unavailable" (myself included) - failed the drop-test for some reason (Audax plays a guilty role here, for me).
Nowadays, I'm not sure I'm allowed to play the game at all. I've had plenty of invites - I'll have to find out if they want me or not...