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Why not have a split between the ‘old school’ of Mechanomancy, and the ‘new wave’ of them? You have to admit, a Jihad between the two factions would make for a fun, if semi-unforgettable experience.
Just think of all that memory, thrown around to make weapons, designed to hurt people you don’t remember….
I would put the “Saw” villain as a Thanatomancer, who’d turned his method of murder into a variant of ‘suicide’. He upholds the basic tenets of the ritual for a human sacrifice, and does include an ‘out’, unlike his cohorts.
The sheer amount of charges he racked up probably paves his way to avoiding the police until he wants to entangle *them*, as well.
I did the Iconomancer write-up for the Main in Black; Johnny Cash rides again. And again. And again.
Load sixteen tons, what do you get…
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Alternately, regarding the Buffalo Bill analogy, it could be someone making the jump from Thanatomancer to the MH — by keeping portions of the skin, the charges remain to keep him going, with the significance of the daughter of a Senator (poor, poor Katherine) being the major charge perceived as required for the massive shift in potential.
Either way, the Buffalo Bill idea is a solid one. Kudos, Encryptshun, on the insightful idea.
Another line of thinking could be found in the works of Chuck Palahniuk.
I heartily recommend “Invisible Monsters”, “Lullaby,” and “Haunted”. Of them, regarding the MH, “Invisible Monsters” has some of the more intriguing concepts applicable.
Also, for campaigns involving the portrayal of Annihilomancers as more than mere walking Molatov cocktails, check out the *book* “Fight Club”.
Achilles; professional soldier who died, due to a tragic flaw (according to popularized mythology, at least).
Billy the Kid: live by a gun, die by a gun.
Pick a serial killer; all are walking icons of death, and when taken down, quite a few get clipped for their sins.
Take it as you will; those who deal in death all too often are prey to their fellows more than just the passage of the years.
Its hard to pin down how the game can affect each GM’s style; for some, the rules are enriching in and of themselves as sites for creativity to flourish in a strong and reliable structure. For others, the themes and elements beg to be explored in twisted, warped and gleefully-exciting ways.
I’m probably more of the second than the first; I dig the rules, but my players (as a career GM, I rarely get to play UA as a PC) enjoy the style and attributes from my own imaginings over some of the stock elements.
Then again, I also do kind of get off when the players actually say classy lines like:
“I think I’ll keep playing Russian Roulette. I mean, how lucky can an Entropomancer named ‘Ace’ be, anyways?”
“We definitely need to use this hooker to catch those beat cops. Provided, of course, they don’t notice some key elements, such as her missing her head.”
“The security guard has Mace? Cool. He’s about to meet Mr. Explody Pants.”
I mean, you have to admit, those do look like some enduring lines.
I’ve been a fan of DLM since the first episode; from then on, I’ve seen the entire series almost a dozen times over, rewatching favorite episodes.
One of the most intriguing aspects, and the part which draws me back into the series for each new episode and season, is the human nature of their day-to-day life, which seems to be an almost mirror-opposite of the normal world — they’re dealing with tragic, heartwrenching moments with the aplomb of the most hard-hearted mercenary soul, and being laid low by things as simple as someone forgetting to call them on a birthday or missing their birth families, careers and personal goals, before joining the reapers.
I’ve chanced the entire series, and played a game with the Reapers as NPCs, and the players (a Cryptomancer
They did get their answer, but none of them survived asking the complete question; sort of a funny, if tragic, moment in the game.
A pair of Amoramancers spread the rumor that Daphne Lee worked at a brothel in Sparks, Nevada; their partial ownership was a true score when the hordes of Pornomancers descended on the city, trying desperately to find information, or at least engage in their usual rituals.
The resulting cash explosion and massive heartbreak when they released the truth of the matter (that she *might* have worked at the Mustang Ranch, not in Sparks) gave them both a death sentence and a major charge each.
As such, they are currently willing to exchange quite a bit for the safest of safe houses.
Other ideas:
— A blind serial killer who tracks by “second sight”-type senses; he marks his prey with astral parasites and homes in on them. His methods are increasingly brutal and specific: he can smell fear at fifty paces.
— Local researcher breaks the barrier between the spirit world and the real world in a unique fashion: a pair of ghosts trapped in a sheet of crystalline glass, able to split the barrier for ten seconds an hour, twice a day.
— Carjacker is used as someone’s proxy. Said person is a Dipsomancer, who was supposed to be taken to the House of Renunciation. As a result, the carjacker is now robbing banks so he can buy cars, which he forces onto people at gunpoint.
— Computer guru and techno-geek finds a set of computer speakers which allows him to listen to someone’s thoughts, if he has their IP address and current email address. Downsides: first one he tuned into drove him insane; who knew the Freak had an email address, anyways?
— bag of dogs’ heads appears near the players home. Almost as disturbing as the man leading a brace (of 20) Border Collies, sans heads, directly towards them. The heads bark, but don’t make noise.
— Local mall shopper is now intangible and invisible, but in desperate need of insulin (he’s a diabetic). If the PCs can give it to him (somehow; that’s their problem) they’ll have a ghost-like friend for the next 3 days (until he’s run down by a passing trucker).
“No, really: an invisible man came out of nowhere, struck my car, then vanished.”
“Step out of the vehicle, sir. Been drinking tonight?”
Just some fuel for the fire….
One sentence:
“Little Known Fact #7,809:
There was never any book named ‘Unknown Armies’.”
I’d be happy reading that.
But, I’m a sick, sick man…
Read:
“The Breathing Method” by Stephen King. It’s in one of his anthologies.
“The Great and Secret Show” by Clive Barker. Classic Adept lifestyles.
No; the unfortunate part of it is that in a fuel refinery in the South China Sea, it was found that an exec doing a PR tour for his company was chatting on his cellphone when he suddenly caught fire.
Turns out, he’d walked through the entire complex without a resin on his boots (brand new, steel-cleated). The resin keeps static from building up, and causing sparks.
By the time that the cause of the fire was discovered, it’d become widespread, and the cellphone companies did, indeed, elect to err on the side of caution.
Said exec was fired for incompetence.