Want a ride?
Power: significant
Effect: the American dream car. Sort of.
Description: a standard black Cadillac, from approximately twenty-five years ago, with a silver skull gear shifter, upsettingly large tailfins, and a chain license plate frame, with the word “TRUTH” on it. The interior is lined with red and black velvet seat covers, and the roof is a green felt pooltable cover. All of the fixtures are set with brass and chrome, giving it an unearthly look, as the odd designs entrance the viewer with their delicate intricacies. But, the real show starts when you turn the key (on a leather fob, with the number CCCXXXIII in Roman numerals).
The first time it’s turned on, the engine makes no noise, beyond the radio turning up, to George Thorogood’s “Bad to the Bone”. The headlights are a brilliant yellow-white sodium set, and the top speed is about 200 miles per hour.
However.
When it passes by lone hitchhikers, the driver must make a Driving check with a -1% shift, +1% per hour spent driving, total. Which means, after 98 hours of use, you’re out of luck.
When you fail (and you will, eventually, if you keep using it), you swerve towards them, typically inducing lethal damage.
After three such incidents, the vehicle no longer requires the use of the key, which promptly loses itself in the seat cushions. It merely requires your presence. At this point, you no longer need touch the vehicle at all to direct it; you see through it’s eyes, and all viewers will see you behind the wheel, but chain-smoking and wearing a blue-green baseball cap, laughing insanely.
Should it be used to kill someone, who is not a hitchhiker, it will then show it’s true form.
The doors lock; the wheels turn independently of the steering system; the windows are as impenetrable as solid steel, but tint for the outside viewers. Magick will function, as normal, but escape attempts suffer a -5% shift. Not impossible, just harder.
And the vehicle then slams through the nearest solid object larger than it’s mass, driving straight through, as the driver is forced into the back seat, thusly negating the need for one, completely.
At this point, all remaining occupants after five minutes are never seen again. The radio has changed stations; it now plays AC/DC’s classic hit.
sounds like a damn fun car. let me guess: the owner will be compulsed to call the car “christine”.
by the way: tail fins had long been out of style 25 years ago. if you want ungodly tail fins, try about 45 years ago.
The car is based off of a story, loosely, more or less, by Stephen King. “Dolan’s Cadillac”, about a man’s quest for vengeance against a mobster who destroyed his life by killing his wife and daughter in a retributive carbombing. I just imagined what a dead mobster’s car would do, if it’s ‘avatar’ was left around.
As for ‘Christine’, that’s up the to driver to handle. But, the tail fins are symbolic; wrong era, wrong breed of car, and don’t quite fit the rest of the theme. Just another oddity.