Universe 25
Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2021 1:11 pm
So, it has been a while since PNP RPGs piqued my interest enough to jot some ideas down. A video on Universe 25- John Calhoun's NIMH experiment came across my social media feed and it sparked a little creativity bug. For those that have watched the movie The Secret of NIMH (1982), it was influenced heavily by the Universe 25 research.
Anyways, I thought it would be interesting to come up with an adventure around it that can be used in both TMNT/OS as well as AtB. My TMNT/OS settings always take place in the '80s and my AtB campaigns take place around 2135 (with the apocalypse taking place around 2060 but due to "circumstances" the tech is/wasn't advanced much further beyond the '80s).
For the TMNT/OS portion, I would loop in Doctor Feral & possibly the work of Dr. S.S. Bryukhonenko (the Russian Doc Feral?) with his Experiments in the Revival of Organisms. My thoughts are that Dr. Calhoun is brought in by an organization to take his Universe 25 a step further with mutant rodents...in order to develop them for their own agenda(s) (whether it's a secret army, a secret/expendable work force they can subjugate for corporate expansion/greed, R&D for space colonization, preservation of human life from adverse conditions, all the above, etc.).
I will likely incorporate the movie in such as way that it may have been made as a distraction of some kind for some purpose, or a message to friends or foes (such as a universe that goes rogue...or maybe a rogue universe develops it as a message of freedom/hope to other universes).
For the AtB portion, it may/could revolve around communities (universes) that Calhoun and his new "friends" had developed around the world which survived the apocalypse...to include the MiO/AtB aspect as well. These other Universes may or may not be aware of one another, they may even be adversaries to one another for whatever reason.
Sunday, September 23rd, 1973. Chicago, IL. Sears Tower:
An unimposing man in his late fifties, with tousled blonde grayish hair, sporting a greying "Zappa" style mustache and beard walks awkwardly into the empty and eerily quiet lobby of the recently completed Sears Tower. He shuffles along with the perplexed look of someone who doesn't quite know where they're supposed to be...he is drawn to the brightly colored large-scale abstract, motorized artwork prominently on display in the lobby.
"Universe." Comes a woman's voice piercing the silence.
"I...I beg your pardon?" he gasps, startled, flinching at the utterance of that particular word rather than the sudden intrusion of the silence; his head snapping to take in the sudden appearance of a tall, beautiful, raven-haired, slender, yet buxom woman wearing a sheer turquoise blouse, a grey pencil skirt, and red stilettos.
"The artwork. This particular piece is called Universe, by the artist Alexander Calder." She exclaims, coolly; almost seductively.
"Oh..." He stammers nervously, as he wipes a bead of moisture forming on his brow.
"May I help you find your way, Doctor Calhoun?"
"I'm here for a meeting with, wait; how do you know my..."
"NIMH." She says coldly, interrupting him.
"Yes, the National Institute of Mental Health. I'm supposed to speak with a mister..., um, I have it written down here somewhere." as he fumbles through the pockets of his suit jacket for the matchbook he had scribbled the name on yesterday after being approached by a young woman in a bar where he had met some colleagues for drinks.
"Mr. Melchizedek." She exclaims matter-of-factly...as she slowly and purposefully plucks the pack of matches out of his hand, striking a match and lighting a thin clove cigarette.
"Yes."
"This way." She says as she brushes against him, placing the matchbook between the folds of her sheer blouse as she does.
"I didn't realize the government leased office space here."
"They don't." She replies curtly.
She leads him to a door with no discernible handle or call button at the end of a hall of elevators marked "No Entry - Service Access Only" that opens as she nears it, revealing a small but well-appointed elevator. She motions him inside, reaches in, and presses the numbers "19" and "56" then waves goodbye with her fingers as if she's doing a magic trick to make something disappear. "Floor 1956, room 11, after the 21st tapestry to your right." As the elevator door shuts leaving him feeling very much alone.
He can feel the elevator rising, or maybe going downward? Sideways? Light g-forces place slight pressure against him from every angle at times. But there are no indications as to which floors he's passed and several minutes go by when the feeling of the elevator moving stops and the door opens. There is no indication of which floor he is on. Before him is a sterile, white, windowless, brightly illuminated hallway, with 21 tapestries along one wall with writing on them in a language he doesn't recognize; after which he finds the soul door in the entirety of the hallway. A wooden door, blackened seemingly by a long-ago fire, with a well-worn brass doorknob; the number 11 scratched into the door as if clawed into it by someone desperate to get out of a room.
As he reaches for the knob the door opens, revealing a large dimly lit, cigarette smoke-filled conference room. In the corner of the room, slightly obscured by the haze, he can vaguely make out the screen of small black and white TV on a pedestal, with the volume, turned all the way down, broadcasting a live news segment about what appears to be the newly appointed Secretary of State; Henry Kissinger.
A single solitary figure stands at the far side of a large circular table, gesturing towards the door, and says "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Doctor John B. Calhoun of Universe 25." The heads of several individuals, slowly turn their gaze to Doctor Calhoun.
Anyways, I thought it would be interesting to come up with an adventure around it that can be used in both TMNT/OS as well as AtB. My TMNT/OS settings always take place in the '80s and my AtB campaigns take place around 2135 (with the apocalypse taking place around 2060 but due to "circumstances" the tech is/wasn't advanced much further beyond the '80s).
For the TMNT/OS portion, I would loop in Doctor Feral & possibly the work of Dr. S.S. Bryukhonenko (the Russian Doc Feral?) with his Experiments in the Revival of Organisms. My thoughts are that Dr. Calhoun is brought in by an organization to take his Universe 25 a step further with mutant rodents...in order to develop them for their own agenda(s) (whether it's a secret army, a secret/expendable work force they can subjugate for corporate expansion/greed, R&D for space colonization, preservation of human life from adverse conditions, all the above, etc.).
I will likely incorporate the movie in such as way that it may have been made as a distraction of some kind for some purpose, or a message to friends or foes (such as a universe that goes rogue...or maybe a rogue universe develops it as a message of freedom/hope to other universes).
For the AtB portion, it may/could revolve around communities (universes) that Calhoun and his new "friends" had developed around the world which survived the apocalypse...to include the MiO/AtB aspect as well. These other Universes may or may not be aware of one another, they may even be adversaries to one another for whatever reason.
Sunday, September 23rd, 1973. Chicago, IL. Sears Tower:
An unimposing man in his late fifties, with tousled blonde grayish hair, sporting a greying "Zappa" style mustache and beard walks awkwardly into the empty and eerily quiet lobby of the recently completed Sears Tower. He shuffles along with the perplexed look of someone who doesn't quite know where they're supposed to be...he is drawn to the brightly colored large-scale abstract, motorized artwork prominently on display in the lobby.
"Universe." Comes a woman's voice piercing the silence.
"I...I beg your pardon?" he gasps, startled, flinching at the utterance of that particular word rather than the sudden intrusion of the silence; his head snapping to take in the sudden appearance of a tall, beautiful, raven-haired, slender, yet buxom woman wearing a sheer turquoise blouse, a grey pencil skirt, and red stilettos.
"The artwork. This particular piece is called Universe, by the artist Alexander Calder." She exclaims, coolly; almost seductively.
"Oh..." He stammers nervously, as he wipes a bead of moisture forming on his brow.
"May I help you find your way, Doctor Calhoun?"
"I'm here for a meeting with, wait; how do you know my..."
"NIMH." She says coldly, interrupting him.
"Yes, the National Institute of Mental Health. I'm supposed to speak with a mister..., um, I have it written down here somewhere." as he fumbles through the pockets of his suit jacket for the matchbook he had scribbled the name on yesterday after being approached by a young woman in a bar where he had met some colleagues for drinks.
"Mr. Melchizedek." She exclaims matter-of-factly...as she slowly and purposefully plucks the pack of matches out of his hand, striking a match and lighting a thin clove cigarette.
"Yes."
"This way." She says as she brushes against him, placing the matchbook between the folds of her sheer blouse as she does.
"I didn't realize the government leased office space here."
"They don't." She replies curtly.
She leads him to a door with no discernible handle or call button at the end of a hall of elevators marked "No Entry - Service Access Only" that opens as she nears it, revealing a small but well-appointed elevator. She motions him inside, reaches in, and presses the numbers "19" and "56" then waves goodbye with her fingers as if she's doing a magic trick to make something disappear. "Floor 1956, room 11, after the 21st tapestry to your right." As the elevator door shuts leaving him feeling very much alone.
He can feel the elevator rising, or maybe going downward? Sideways? Light g-forces place slight pressure against him from every angle at times. But there are no indications as to which floors he's passed and several minutes go by when the feeling of the elevator moving stops and the door opens. There is no indication of which floor he is on. Before him is a sterile, white, windowless, brightly illuminated hallway, with 21 tapestries along one wall with writing on them in a language he doesn't recognize; after which he finds the soul door in the entirety of the hallway. A wooden door, blackened seemingly by a long-ago fire, with a well-worn brass doorknob; the number 11 scratched into the door as if clawed into it by someone desperate to get out of a room.
As he reaches for the knob the door opens, revealing a large dimly lit, cigarette smoke-filled conference room. In the corner of the room, slightly obscured by the haze, he can vaguely make out the screen of small black and white TV on a pedestal, with the volume, turned all the way down, broadcasting a live news segment about what appears to be the newly appointed Secretary of State; Henry Kissinger.
A single solitary figure stands at the far side of a large circular table, gesturing towards the door, and says "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Doctor John B. Calhoun of Universe 25." The heads of several individuals, slowly turn their gaze to Doctor Calhoun.