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[bryant]

"Elvis' entire career was a big mystical ritual, you know. He knew what he wanted to do all the way back in Memphis, and he put his whole life together so that he could pull it off. All those years, all those songs, all those different costumes -- why, he was gathering up orgone energy decade after decade after decade. All flavors, too. Fat person orgone energy. Skinny pelvis orgone energy. Wartime orgone energy. All of it flowing into Elvis.

"Then he took that energy and used it to build an exact spiritual duplicate of Graceland in the afterlife. That's why Graceland looks kind of funny in our world. You know, overdone and all that? It's really meant to be viewed in the Great Beyond. When Elvis died SNAP his soul went straight to the place he'd been building all those years and he gave it the energy he'd been collecting and it became real.

"Now, this is what's important. Graceland was designed to be a magnet for dead rock stars. Elvis didn't cotton to the idea of rock stars getting caught in Hell just because they weren't good enough for Heaven. You have to know that's where most of them were bound, especially Elvis' cousin Jerry Lee Lewis. Elvis didn't like to see anyone go to the bad place, let alone family, let alone fellow musicians. So he fixed that problem.

"Pretty quick all the souls of most of the rock 'n' rollers found their way to Afterlife Graceland. Jimmy, Janis, the Bopper, Buddy -- all of them, or anyhow most of them. And whenever another rock star dies, there's a little signpost on the way to Hell and Heaven which says 'Hey, good buddy, come on over here and look what we got for you.' Elvis put it up and most folks pay attention to it."

"A couple of years after Elvis died, he led a raid on Heaven. Jimmy really wanted to jam with Bach, and that's where Bach was, and Elvis thought Bach might want to come jam with Jimmy and the rest of the bunch. Long story short, it turned out Elvis was right and they got Bach out safe. Now there's an angel on permanent duty at Graceland to make sure things don't get out of hand. He's not too fun to be around but we don't mind him so much.

"But this is where it starts to get interesting. See, Elvis had one more thing in mind when he made this whole plan of his; there's one more piece of the puzzle that needs to fit into place before Elvis feels complete. There's one soul lost to Graceland and that soul is maybe the most important of all. There's a man in Hell needs to get out as soon as he can, and Elvis intends to make that time come pretty damn quick.

"Tomorrow, Elvis is leading a raid on Hell to free the soul of Robert Johnson."

PCs are the dead rock stars living in Graceland. Elvis taught everyone kung fu, so the system is Feng Shui. The rest is obvious.

Comments

[mgrasso.livejournal.com]

You could use a lot of Egyptian motifs in a game like this too: building the eternal edifice to house the Pharoah of Memphis and his servants... all of his pink Cadillacs and TVs "buried" with him so he'll have entertainment in his new Kingdom... etc.

[xiombarg.livejournal.com]

Okay, I totally want to play that. Or run it. Either way.

[head58.livejournal.com]

I'm playing Falco. Called it.

[bryant]

I said rock stars.

Bah dum, dum!

[head58.livejournal.com]

At first I had typed "Rob, or is it Fab, the Milli Vanilli guy who is dead" but thought that would be met with derision.

[totient]

gonna find the devil at a crossroad, huh? What if Robert Johnson turns out to be the Devil?

[marphod.livejournal.com]

Feng Shui?

This plot line sounds like its built for In Nomine. if you ignore some of In Nomine's stupidity about who can force entry into Heaven.

[bryant]

In Nomine has lousy kung fu rules.

[multiplexer.livejournal.com]

Remove the "kung fu" and you're about right. Trust me on the topic of IN, for I KNOW ALL. *cue spooky music*

[jeregenest.livejournal.com]

Are you and Rob going to Monkie Knife fight over who is running soemthing tomorrow night?

I get to be Marc Bolan.

[ivan23.livejournal.com]

I could kiss you right now. I mean, I won't. But I could.

[editswlonghair.livejournal.com]

Dibs on Sinatra.

[mgrasso.livejournal.com]

Bastard. I'll take Dino. Drunken style!

[mgrasso.livejournal.com]

By the way, I'm picturing the guardian angel with the flaming sword looking like a beefy member of the Memphis Mafia, with a shimmery white fake-silk nylon jacket with some sort of Elvis insignia on the back, amber sunglasses, and a .44 ("flaming sword") tucked into his parachute pants.

[bryant]

Nah, he's a trad angel. He's not one of Elvis' crew, he's an outsider.

[mgrasso.livejournal.com]

Aw, too bad. I was hoping that prolonged exposure to the Eden of Graceland would've changed his corpus into something closer to what Big E could conceive. :)

[bryant]

Ahh, see, you're a much more optimistic person than I am. I figure if Heaven could be subverted, Elvis would be there instead of hanging out in Graceland.

[eclecticavatar.livejournal.com]

"The Reverend Pete" at karaoke needs to see this, he's Elvis obsessed.

[liralen.livejournal.com]

Oooooo....Yum!

It's all that controlled breathing in order to sing... makes for great chi control and power.

[bryant]

Hee hee hee.

[mgrasso.livejournal.com]

I will also add that this thread has given me new inspirations for my official FS game at GenCon: I want to have one Maverick Cop who's not the Clint Eastwood of many many 70s Dirty Harry flicks but one who is the aging, pathetic John Wayne of McQ or Frank Sinatra in The Detective or The First Deadly Sin. Clint's just too obvious. :)

[robotnik.livejournal.com]

This is pretty sweet. It's also a little bit like my half-formed idea for a Unknown USA reunion oneshot. I always wished we'd worked Elvis in a little more directly.

[rmd.livejournal.com]

oh. my. god.

[hopeevey.livejournal.com]

I think I love you. I need to play this game.