If your campaign doesn't at some point involve a dance fight between Daft Punk fans and Justice fans, I will be sorely disappointed. Also, Parliament Funkadelic needs to be the governing body of your "good guy" nation.

Rune Funk sounds awesome. I'd expect a full arsenal of mind altering substances that grant magic powers, future visions, or charisma boosts with a permanent penalty to intelligence.

I have nothing useful to contribute, I'd just like to note that DAT ASS!

Regardless of the too good to be true aspect, your idea is indeed awesome.

Coke is king. Cocaine gives you power, but it makes you twitchy. A clever straight-edge can take you down, but there are few out there because of the easy promise of power cocaine gives you.

Dance offs are a must. The hottest discos are the arena in which they happen. The '60s are over, but the potential they opened up is still wild in the '70s. Only one group will dominate and lock down the course of the next decade. Will it be the Wall Street crowd with their money and coke, or the kids from the street with nothing more than their attitude and dance moves?

>>7301308
can anyone think of "magic" potions?

also the backgrounds are as follows
magic = funk
miracles = rock
psi = classical
wierd science = techno

this is just a rough draft of this

>>7301406
But techno tends to be an electronic implementation of the styles of other genres. While I can see the justification of calling it Mad Science, I'd just as soon declare Techno to be a sort of implement. Funk could require a sax while rock would need a guitar, for example, but someone with the Techno subproficiency could have an easier time dabbling in multiple fields instead of seeking out overlapping instruments.

This is...yeah, GO!

There's a David Bowie "stat me" thred around here somewhere you might be interested in.

>>7301406
I'm digging this in ways that are entirely unhealthy, man. Keep digging.

Also, the fact that Rock is inherently divine is perfect. As it should be.

>>7301472
thats what its kinda suppossed to be. They really tap into the deeper powers of THE MUSIC but with injunuity and work they can mimic it and hell maybe surpass it and change it.

and this is just a remix

also coke will upgrade the spell casting a level and every time they take it they make a check to see if their addicted and if they are they make a check to see if they take int damage.

Who's the bad mamma jamma with lightning scribed `cross his wrist?

Who's the mean motha with the nine thunders in his fist?

PROFESSOR BADASS, FOO'!

>>7301567
Very much agreed. I may be an atheist, but when I listen to Queen it's easy to imagine that there may be some sort of divine presence out there and His name is Freddie.

Rock was once the Devil's Work. Scary, but it's true. Back as early as the 1600's, warlocks were plying their trade with Rock, or a pre-rock based off of ancient tribal music. They say that it was a snippet of the Sacred Note that struck all creation into existence, stolen by the Devil and cast into new form.

Then, a terrifying thing happened.

Elvis SANCTIFIED the Rock.

Others had attempted it, but it took the King to do it. The force of the Godspell worked its way into the Rock, and the two were fused in a way that could never be undone. God took back Rock and Roll, and then he gave it to his people. And the sacrifice? Well, there's a reason Elvis' health started going south real quick...

Of course, Man has been attempting to capture other bits of the Sacred Note. They have come frighteningly close. The Magi, who remember bits of the first language, have captured some in their Funk. The Willworkers have discovered patterns between thought and tone within the old musics, things that were tossed aside too lightly by others. And the Techs... who knows what they get up to.

>>7301679
I... I think I just came sans erection and ejaculation.

this is amazing.

The hairspray fumes were so thick that you could probably catch a contact high from standing in the room too long. Me, I wasn't going to be in there for much longer.

"Diamond Dick?" The guitarist turned and stared at me, as did the three groupies and his drummer. Doubtless the coked-up skanks were wondering how a six-and-a-half foot rastafarian with dreads that reached halfway down his back managed to sneak into the dressing room without being heard.

"You've found `im."

"Yeah. You're done."

"How do you figure that?" He slid from his seat, pacing quickly around me. Coked up already. That was good. He'd be fast, ya, but he was already midway through the high.

"You were dead the minute you decided to betray your bandmates to the Circle." The drummer's eyes widened, and Diamond Dick's guitar was in his hands in a flash. I had already begun the chant, the power of the Funk filling my body, flowing out of my mouth, reverberating in the room.

To the skanks, it probably looked like nothing more than a strange man chanting as Dick struck his arrythmic solo out of time with my beat in a completely different key. To anyone else, the strange bolts of nothingness, the shaking of the room, the sweat pouring from our bodies would have been a giveaway.

To us? To those that were awakened? The very fabric of reality was coming apart around us, the battle so intense... that Dick never saw his drummer coming up behind him. Never had a chance. One percussive blow, and Diamond Dick's brain was mush. I stopped silent, and clapped slowly.

"Well done, my man."

"Shut it." Aaron 'Tubs' Graft pointed at me, a tear running down his face. "Tell me what you know about the Circle. And tell me what Dick was getting out of the deal."

The technos of the '70s are a different breed.

Technos in the '20s and '30s would recognize them as kindred spirits, but not the ones of the '50s or '60s. No. Those were crew-cutted, horn-rimmed glasses wearing button down men of the Organization. And they were potent. They landed man on the moon and fought the Cold War which was far colder and far more a war than most people will ever know.

But they don't know the technos of the '70s. The pot-smoking, sweater wearing crowd who swears by Sagan and Feynman, finding their science in crowded dance clubs and back alley brawls instead of in the pristine halls of the Organization.

But it is their own fault. The Organization has limited slots and the wonders of the Space Age created more seekers than could be adopted in the age of stagflation and budget cuts. Now the techno ethos is unchanneled and wild across the city.

The last time that happened they invented the automobile and the airplane. God help us all.

So I had the players fight DJ Cry the emo rapper (techno) and his Sad Turntable which is a jet pack/mecha. The fight was broken up by the most famous and respected mugicians in the world Captain Funktapus. He fixed everything then rode off on his eight armed stead and microphone Keech the Octopus.

the players

Dwight:rock. He can't play music. At all. But he does know how shoot a gun and he's ambitious. His guitar is a gun.

Betenda: classical. She's wants to take over the charts and destroy everyone in her way. Violin will bring the world to its knees.

Catboy: funk: He likes playing the trumpet. And coke. And weed. and winning. But mostly he likes the trumpet.

so they are planning on getting Dwight as high as possible so they can win the first round of a battle of the band.

also acid lets you see the future but to much and you meet the devil. Some people take to much on purpose to make deals with devil. Fools try to challenge him.

>>7302119
I know a guy who made a deal with the devil. He wrote a song about it. No, not Charlie Daniels, though he did buy the song off the guy I know for a price greater than he knew at the time.

It's a lie. Total bullshit. You don't make a deal with the devil and come out ahead. Just like all the sad fools selling themselves to record companies.

I sometimes wonder if the funk is strong enough. If we fail I wonder who will take up our banner. I'm looking at the kids, the ones too young to get into the discos. All full of anger and British music, plus my techno buddy raving about bandwidth and coaxial cable and music on television....

No. I won't let it happen. Not on my watch. The funk will triumph. I'm not going to let those Wall Street pricks define the next decade.

where would the crooners, like perry como and harry connick jr, fit into this world? because if perry como has no power, your setting lacks awesome

Whaaa ..I demand stats for Freddy Mercury

right now their in the country of Chicago playing the World Wide Battle of The Bands 19. the judges are.

Captain Funktapus: Funk's star and hero. He goes around the world and entertains millions and saving inoncets. Everyone loves him if not his message of clean living. Completely against coke.

Sir Lion: Has gone to hell 4 times and has 4 golden fiddles to show for it. He is a notorious drug user and has gotten a license to kill we he uses freely.

Father Presly: Yeah its elvis. Hates coke love pot.

The Magician: He's a giant robot that has gained sentience and is flawless on the turntables.

>>7302403
actually I was thinking about it and maybe I should add one more

super = pop

don't bite my head off. if you know savage worlds help me out.

>>7302441
I'm tired I'm sure someone could do this better so sorry in advance.

gods speed OP

BUMP FOR THE BUMP GOD!

morning /tg/

bumping for the morning crowd

if anyone has any ideas I'd be happy to hear them.

>>7305367
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>>7301246
>Parliament Funkadelic needs to be the governing body of your "good guy" nation.

This.

Also, OP, you have created something awesome.
Thought: Rocky Horror Picture Show came out in 1975. Can you incorporate it? Can you resist trying to?

>>7301406
The 70s featured an explosion in the drug culture, so let's go with it. In stead of potions, you have psychedelics. Uppers, Downers, reds, blues - each a unique magical concoction that has different effects, based upon its alteration of the perceptions of the user.

>>7305605
RHPS is a surprisingly catchy voodoo cult.

There's no other way to explain the way they can bring in the Unawakened to power their rituals. It holds a power that not even the biggest disco hall can generate, a force that only the biggest of live concerts can hope to match...and it accrues more over time. It's a very specialized, focused power, but it is power nonetheless.

As for what they're gathering this power for? Some suspect it is an endeavor towards achieving immortality...

Meanwhiles, the Rastafarian Dub Men have been attempting to meld the Funk and the Rock into something greater...

>>7305741

And then. . . the BBEG Barbarian King appears.

This is the first time I've been to /tg/ in far too long, and then I found this.
Epic thread of fantastic proportions.
I give you Ari, one of the cutest girls in the world, as a tithe.

Funk for the Funk God.

>>7301246

Then Sir Nose must be involved as a BBEG at some point

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vDqXf5PumU&feature=channel

add these guys