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The Luddites

Ned Lud had it right; technology is wrecking the world, one bit at a time.  But he was a man ahead of his time -- in his worst nightmares, he couldn't have imagined how bad things were going to get.  The world is going completely to hell, and it's all because of all those damned scientists.

You are a member of The Luddites, a group dedicated to putting the world back into its proper state, the way God intended it.  The philosophy of the Luddites is simple and common-sensical: if God had meant man to have beepers, spaceships, and computers, He would have put them into the Garden.  He didn't; ipso facto, they are works of the Devil.

Look all around, and you can see the signs.  People rushing around, their lives run by the technology.  They think that they are using the devices, never quite understanding that the devices are using them instead.  Meanwhile, the world teeters closer and closer to Armageddon, as the terrible weapons of the modern age make it easier and easier to kill others.  (Men were meant to kill each other with swords; after all, if it was good enough for the Crusaders, it's good enough for you.)

The Luddites aren't really an organized force, so much as a widespread ministry preaching the Truth wherever possible.  And it's growing; it seems like, almost anywhere you look today, you can find like-minded people, willing to speak out against the terrible lies of this decadent age, and wishing for a return to the simpler, more honest times of the past.

You didn't really intend to be part of this "gaming convention" -- you were actually here for the Annual Joint Meeting of the Association of Computer Mashers (ACM) and the International Enders of Electronic Evils (IEEE).  But the hotel seems to have given space to these strange kids (well, most of them seem to be pretty young and impressionable), and you've decided to do what you can to steer them onto the true path.  You are playing their games and earning their trust, but when you get the opportunity in between, you are going to teach them how the world could be a better place, if only they would eschew the evils of the modern age, like PDAs, CDs, and all those other terrible mysterious acronyms.

Meanwhile, you've begun hearing rumors that some of those here are not what they seem.  There are reportedly many strange and sinister-sounding groups here, ranging from evil scientists to misguided aliens.  (There is nothing intrinsically wrong with being an alien; we're all God's creatures, after all.  But the only way for an alien to get to Earth would be a spaceship, and those are clearly evil.)  You are doing what you can to find out more about these groups, and turn them to the true ways of God.

(A classic example is the so-called "Church of Elvis".  Granted, there is nothing wrong with worship, but surely this is ungodly!  Not only do they worship a mere human, they claim that his sign of divinity is flying around in spaceships!  A double heresy: blasphemy and technology!  These surely need to be led down the correct path quickly, before they damn themselves...)

Special Ability

You have gotten pretty good at smashing things in your righteous Godly Fury; filled with the Holy Spirit, you can collectively rend metal and wire.  With at least eight Luddites working together, you can destroy any single technological artifact.  All of them have to agree on what they are trying to destroy, and should role-play a fervor of smashing it.  If it is being held by someone, you can collectively overcome them and take it from them.  (Please don't actually break anything or anybody, though, especially anything valuable.)  That object is out of the rest of the game.  This ability can only be used on items are are clearly technological in origin.  It may be used on objects that aren't officially marked as game items, if you choose.

You can use this ability only once during the game, so choose your target carefully.  Righteous Fury is tiring, and can take a lot out of you...

Goals


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