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robotnik2004
I really am going to run that long-threatened Starchildren game shortly. In preparation for character generation and movie night this week (I think Jess has Hedwig and Velvet Goldmine on tap, both fine choices) I'll post some of my assorted notes. I've done a major overhaul of the system (we'll be using Hero Quest) and a slight remix of the setting (you'll note some Grant Morrison influences, plus I'm opening it up to 70s Funk and Metal in addition to the canon Glam). You may think I'm putting far too much thought into a game about alien rock stars, but it will get much sillier once we bring in the Glamour rules... and besides, do we really want to follow those kinds of thoughts (about what's worth putting thought into and what isn't) to their logical conclusions?
We'll start with the overview and the main antagonists. (Though players are welcome to take them on as PCs—I'm particularly fond of the conflicted bad guys described in the last paragraph.)
They Came To Rock
The year is 2074. The world is a grim and dreary place. Years ago, humanity abdicated control of its own minds to a legion of technocrats and memetic psychologists. The Ministries of Sound, Sight, Touch, Taste, and Thought—known collectively as "Mother"—came to control culture in all its forms, permitting only the blandest of actions, experiences, and ideas. The minds of the people became Mother’s property. Brainwashed into passivity or medicated into a haze, humanity trudged stupidly through a gray world robbed of color, glamour, pain, or joy.
Until the Starchildren came. They came across the black gulfs of space, alien visitors seeking the origin of ancient radio signals that had transformed their world—century old signals from Earth that their makers called Glam. And Funk. And Rock. The greatest of Earth's gifts to the cosmos, this thing called Rock changed the alien race forever. They evolved ears simply to hear it, and throats to sing it, and bodies to dance. They remade themselves in the image of the music's Earthly makers—new gods named Ziggy and Iggy and Bootsy and Gene.
The Earth the Starchildren found was not the Rockly paradise they had expected. But they have begun to remake the Earth as surely as Rock once remade them. They dazzle humanity with their unearthly beauty and forbidden music. Human youth are starting their own bands, inspired by these rockers from beyond the stars. In soundproofed clubs and on smuggled eight-tracks, they spread the sounds and ideas that can no longer be contained. A revolution has begun... to ROCK.
Mother
The five Ministries known as Mother control all thought and culture in the synarchist state of 2074. "Synarchism," the opposite of primitive "anarchism," means complete control of culture and ideas so that every word and every thought work in harmony towards the greater good. This is the final society, Mother proclaimed. This is the end of culture. But Rock had other plans.
Mother's five branches are, again, the Ministries of Sound, Sight, Taste, Touch, and Thought. (No, there is no Ministry of Smell—though there could be an underground funk band by that name.) The Ministry of Sound controls audio culture, and is for obvious reasons the most prominent Ministry in the war against Rock. Music in 2074 is a controlled substance. The Hush Police patrol everywhere with hyperbolic microphones in search of the unauthorized emissions they call Sound Crime. The Ministry of Sight, smaller and less prominent than the Ministry of Sound, controls art and visual culture in the same fashion. The Ministry of Touch regulates physical interaction, in particular sex. Sexual activity without proper authorization is known as Touch Crime. The Ministry of Taste controls not food but fashion, policing Mother's dress code (akin to that of a dreary British public school). Most mysterious and feared is the Ministry of Thought, which decrees which ideas are permissible and which constitute Thought Crime.
Mother's minions include: the Synarchrats, the legions of officious pencil pushers that populate all five Ministries; the Hush Police and Bedtime Police, shock troops of the Ministries of Sound and Touch, respectively; Mother's Little Helpers, undercover informants and agent provocateurs that have infiltrated the world of youth culture and rebellion; and Mad Social Scientists, deranged geniuses who engineer the subliminal programming and the drugs that keep the people docile and loyal to Mother. (See also Darkchildren and Beautiful Fascists, below.)
Meme War
It is a fundamental tenet of synarchism that power is based not on military or economic might but on control of culture and ideas. This is why the Starchildren, and Rock, are so dangerous to Mother's rule. Both sides agree that the Revolution will be not be fought with guns or money but with music, fashion, and art. The battlefield will be youth culture and young minds.
Mother was surprised by the arrival of the Starchildren and the eruption of Rock five years ago. But her Mad Social Scientists have not been idle since then. In the memetic labs of the Ministry, they engineer their own fads, their own forms of music, their own youth culture—co-opted and hollow, yet diabolically appealing to the brokenhearted, disenfranchised youth of the 2070s. The Beautiful Fascists are perhaps their most frightening creation, a youth counter-rebellion that has worried even the Synarchrats with its cruel purity and high fashion. But all memes and fashions splinter and mutate in the viral petri dish of youth culture. Rumors fly about which bands and which subcultures are genuine and which are creations of the Ministries. Even the most brilliant memetic analysts can rarely say for sure.
And while Mother's minions scheme to co-opt and pollute Rock, Rock in turn touches them. Try as they might to insulate themselves, those on the front lines of the fight against Rock are the most likely to be contaminated. So while many rockers and groupies are secret informants for the Ministry of Sound, just as many Mad Social Scientists are addicted to the forbidden rhythms they dissect. And there are jackbooted Hush Police who secretly dream of rocking out, and grey-garbed Synarchrats who long for that strange androgynous boy-girl with unearthly skin and doe-like eyes.
Next Time: The Starchildren, the Darkstar, and the Mothership Connection.
After That: The Invincible Chord Goddess.
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Date: 2004-03-16 06:53 am (UTC)I just dug through all my old Yahoo! account e-mail, none of which has been forwarded to my regular e-mail address for the past month! The hell is up with that?! I'm going to sue!
Anyway, I'm posting this now as a sort of last minute file of appearance — I'll cancel plans for Thursday night if it means I can be involved in this. I must be in this game if there is an available slot. Oh, and that's also providing someone (say,
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Date: 2004-03-16 07:07 am (UTC)Think I'll take this discussion to email (but not Yahoo!).
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