Well, this one is Black Anne's fault-
That upcoming game I mentioned in General, with the two of us trading Editor duties because of the dreaded "why can't I play?" burnout? The one i'm pulling Player teeth to get some PCs tossed at us and some schedule conflicts worked out?
Well, it all happened because Black Anne caught me attempting to convert TSR's Masque of the Red Death into Swords & Wizardry Whitebox format, with some spells from Lamentations of the Flame Princess, and developing a 'Saving Throw' Skill system that would rid me of NWP-phobia forever...when:
Anne: I KNEW i'd find you with an RPG in your hands, you just can't stay away, can you Dead Man?
Me: C'mon Anne, I love games...i'm just, y'know, trying to recharge my batteries. I mean I like GM-ing, but two years running Gangbusters for you guys, fours years running Tunnels & Trolls with my old crew, a few Palladium RPGs in between...I need a break-or at least some Player time, okay?
Anne: Here's the deal. I have an idea for a new campaign. You and I tweak the rules to fit the setting, we brainstorm different patches of campaign, we make two PCs each and rotate them out...i'll run the first 10 sessions, hand off to you for five, alternate back and forth every five unless one of us hits a hot streak and yells "mine!". So are you in?
Me: UMmmm...maybe. I'll need to know what Rules you want and what setting to start with-generic fantasy is Right Out and i'm a little tired of the 1920's, so that leaves-maybe some Mutant Future/Thundaar the Barbarian stuff? I could at least kick the tires on it and-
Anne-NO.BETTER. Better than Thundaar.
Me-HERESY!
But I am listening...
Anne-Got your undivided attention? Good. HERE is the system! (slides copy of H&H onto the table) And HERE is the setting! (slides copy of Masque off my lap and onto the table) Well? C'mon...
Me-Give me a minute, let me think about this..H&H is a little on the powerful side for Gothic-
Anne-Shhhhh. Listen. Invisibility serums, Alchemical transformations, The Secret Notes of Victor Frankenstein up for auction at Lloyd's of london. Sweeney Todd making pies, rumors of merchant vessels sunk by an underwater submersible, while Paris is afire with stories of aerial bombardment by a cloud that moves against the wind...a rain of meteorites fall to Earth and certain areas become Strange, certain persons become Stranger still! Dracula blackmails Stoker into releasing a fictionalized account of his defeat at London in order to render him a fictional Bogeyman-
Me: -all the while breeding a small army of Lesser Revenants, Giant Sumatran Plague Rats and has begun assembling a new Scholomance to teach black Sorcery to a new cadre of corrupt mortals-and if this Challenger lunatic is right about his theories, he may soon have a herd of Velociraptors to experiment with. This time he will invade England in STYLE!
Anne- That's the spir-wait, Velociraptors?
Me- And he will need them-because, deep in the heart of Serbia, the mad alchemist Carlos Rossum has used a newly-discovered precipitate that turns fine silk thread into an artificial nerve! Fifty pigs are slaughtered, preserved in brine and remade into the first of Rossum's Vat Men! Once the first few dozen are trained properly the first of the Flesh Looms will be raised, and within a generation all of Europe will WAR NO MORE!
Anne- Oh Carp, he's Heterodyning! Listen Sweetie, Dayspring's parked outside with a gallon of Kenya Roast and some Agave Nectar, why don't I let him in, 'kay?
Me-but little to they know that they are all pawns of the DERRO, subterranian slave race of the Dead Lords of Mu and heir to forbidden Black Sciences...soon the planet will be a vast Hive Mind of Mmmmph! Errmph MMmmmmph! RRRRgggmmph!
Anne- Bite down on this, i'll be RIGHT BACK...
Me-UUUuummmmph Ummmgll PTUI!!-and when that upstart foreigner Cthulu rises from his prison it shall taste the Twin-Powered Hellfurnaces of the mecha HMS Thunder Child and its Magnet-cannon, then we-oh Hi Dayspring, is that Kenya Roast? You shouldn't have!
Dayspring-Hey Zombie, ready to feast on some Beans? You and my wife quit seducing each other and grab some mugs!
Me-Seduce? Please, Day...the lass and I are in too pure a cerebral relationship to care about such things as mere sex!
-and then Anne gets coffee up her nose and we start to hammer out some rules.
Long story short(too late)-if this game doesn't implode on the launchpad, H&H might just be pressed into the Neo-Victorian Gothic Superpulp Genre-and if it isn't a genre yet, well....we'll see what happens.
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