this is not-quite a game idea,thugh it could turn into one some time. It continues some of my thoughts about the superhero genre, and is based on
this thread in rpg.net, which posited a realistic world with supers that go out of control, and in their fights, are completely out of control, doing the equivalent of a 9-11 weekly.
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Now, push the clock forward twenty years.
Society is broken, economies have collapsed. Major cities- what still stands- are the lairs of the superhumans and their protectorates. They rules like warlords, imposing what order they can. Or perhaps, they live off the survivors- raiding, flexing their muscles, ravaging.
Thoughts and ideas on something like this?[/QUOTE] Something I've been toying with, based a little bit on the novel "Sunburst".
There is a secret, and there is a plan, and there is a bigger secret.
The secret, one only the most intelligent and aware supers are aware of, is this: the supers are dying out. There never were very many of them- a couple thousand at most- and now they number a mere tenth of what they were before the troubles. And fully half of the deaths have taken place in the last five years. Very simply, the supers are killing each other off faster than they can be replaced. Very few supers are realizing this even now- they are mostly too busy plotting against and killing each other to notice
The Plan: of course humanity is paralyzed before the might of the supers; governments are helpless, NGOs irrelevant, and the only real threat to a super is another super. The only place for a human is by a super's side, whispering to them "You ARE a god, you ARE a god."
Of course those minions are useful for more than comforting the paragons with the truth; they can be helpful by revealing when there's unrest in the realm, locating special resources, finding out when rivals are about to move, informing that the super's consort is having an affair with an ally, and that theres a doomsday weapon on an old tanker in the Pacific- shouldn't you seize it before that other group does? And after a while, when their master perishes in a fight in an oddly isolated area- often along with a couple more supers- the sycophants move along, to find another mortal god to whisper to.
The truth: the fact is, the real reason the supers are dying out, is that they really aren't all that smart- after all, when you have superpowers, intelligence falls by the wayside, replaced by a prolonged adolescence. More than that, there's something about super powers that creates a rigidity in thought- supers see things in binary black-and-white terms, they meet problems with force, and regard all of the world in terms of powers dominating other powers. Even the super-geniuses are something of idiot-savants, their vast intellects not extending to practical matters or social subtlety. Combined with the paranoia and poor impulse control that supers exhibit, these are weaknesses that can be exploited.
It took over a decade and many many deaths before humanity finally got things worked out so that supers could be manipulated into killing each other off in areas that aren't valuable. But now there is the fragile hope that within another decade, the superhumans will be extinct. The only question is, with civilization tottering on the brink as it is, will it be able to survive that long?