[UA] Turn me on, dead man

Chris Cooper insectking at yahoo.com
Fri Jul 2 02:00:08 PDT 2004


--- Rich Ranallo <ranallo at starchildren.co.uk> wrote:
 
> Now that I've got a core idea, I need to turn this
> into a campaign...

About ten years ago, I was converting CoC to run a Tim
Powers-styled game with the King of Rock.

The whole story hinged about the King of Rock, Elvis,
and the attack staged by Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix,
Janis Joplin called Collective JJJ. They sponsored
heroin addicts to go trash ELvis fan shops and stores
and look-alike events.

The King sponsered these same events, creating a
healthy flow of wealth. Wealth was little bits of
magic (in game terms magic points) attached to money
that carried it all back to Elvis to consume the
magic. Elvis got too successful, his soul obese with
his vampirism. His body unconsciously desired to cover
up his naked soul and this led his to start eating and
take lots of amphetamines to hide the terrible waking
dreams he started getting (not dreams but broken
ghosts seeking to leech off excess POW off the King).

There was a method to how Collective JJJ worked little
staged dioramas to mystically attack Elvis.

Elvis worked it out and retaliated, causing them all
to die at 27 (numerologically the number 9, the number
when the JJJ ran out of numbers. Even running to Paris
didn't help Morrison.) Joplin got psychically poisoned
in Mexico, and Hendrix got the whammy in Germany.

Hendrix was the Voodoo Child.
Joplin was the Gypsy.
Morrison was the Shaman.

Presley was the King.

The PCs were servants of JJJ and were being hunted by
the King's Men after JJJ got mystically killed.

Just add the Beatles and Rolling Stones alliance and
Jaggers usurpation of the Beatles role as The Princes
of Pop - direct seeds from Elvis. 

Perhaps McCartney's mystical death was a sham. He was
supposed to die as the Bean King, regenerating magic
in the UK, removing it from Crom's Well (Cromwell took
all the sacred power of the UK and locked it into a
Puritan parliment). Crom is the worm god of the
Underground. Well would be where the energy can be
tapped a bucket load at a time.

How's that?

Cheers,

Chris. 


=====
The little bird that is the song in my heart
is too tired to be carried
by its battered wings.

It falls, crashes...
... and is still in its bone cage...

Dead Inside from Atomic Sock Monkey press.


                                      www.atomicsockmonkey.com

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