Tax Notes

Tax Quest
Internal Revenue#LIIVI

Reasons for Dropping: I have no direction.

Tax Quest is the one nearest and dearest to my heart. It's the one that I really like the most. This was an idea that I've always had as a story, since...At least 2008? I remembered posting the idea for a game setting to /tg/. I remembered posting the idea, and somebody wrote that they were stuck to their chair with cum, or something to that effect. Made me feel good. I've had the idea bouncing in my head for years- and I think I reposted it later, and it plummeted to page 10. I had the idea for a story in my head, though it'd be set in the modern day, and would be set in Arizona. But then, I just got that thought of writing in my head, and had to put it to paper.

This one really hurts the most to put out. It was definitely fun. I always really dreamt of getting Timothy Lawrence Johnson back on track. But, regrettably, at this point- it'll be nonsensical for him to survive. As much as it hurts to write, it's nonsensical for him to live. I've already used a deus ex machina with Frank. If I had written better, we wouldn't be in this, and I haven't the courage to play it to the end.

Milesians Wish
Uraicecht Becc

Jingwei fills the sea.

"What is that ugly mess with you?"
"Oh shush! He is a fine man. Beauty is only skin deep!"
"Well, take the damn thing home and skin him."

If you had to choose between making heaven to reward the good and making hell to reward the bad, you would make hell. Only say that more elegant like.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob_Ga%C3%B3n

America is founded on hypocrisy. Promises made by charlatans fulfilled by idealists.

Herschel and Sons Locksmithing Co.

An unlimited power to tax involves, necessarily, a power to destroy.
Daniel Webster, McCulloch v. Maryland 17 U.S. 327 (1819). 51Four1

Edward Call is the big bad. Do not forget that.

Lee is an Australian immortal warrior. Service in India taught him about the secret to eternal life through cannibalism.

Joseph Strahan is a young scion of a potent family of Hermetic magicians. He is, at his father's recommendation, being led along by Lee to consume human flesh.

Kevin Brian is a cop that's itching to make detective. Glory seeker. Not a bad man, but, a foolish one.

Ella Peavy is a secretary that's quite enamored of Kevin Brian ever since he helped her after an automobile wreck. He's her knight in shining armor.

Next new moon is August 27th, 1927

Jap - Timothy Lawrence Johnson's family name back when his grand parents first immigrated to the United States. They were Hungarian jews.

"You are a machine man, with a machine mind and a machine heart."

Letters from a Cat - Children's book read to Timothy Lawrence Johnson.

Timothy's favorite actor is Douglas Fairbanks, of "The Black Pirate" and "The Thief of Baghdad" fame.

Current status- Five teeth, mostly molars on left side of jaw missing. Bandage on thigh, right leg. Spectacles half broken.

Weapons - Polish straightrazor in car.

Equipment - Driving gloves, equipped. Notebook and pencil, in pocket. Silver pocketwatch, in pocket.

Lost Equipment:
Crowbar
Colt .45
.32 revolver

The explanations. Blunt.

Mr. Albigram - Wasn't killed by you. I still hadn't a name for his killer yet.

The Eyeless Men - They're imitating justice. No blindfolds for them, but they imitate it. They're the last curse of Mr. Albigram. They were meant to wait in the wings, and judge Mr. Timothy Johnson, for the breaking and entering, the murder, the theft, the fraud, the breaches of curfew, all the bits of US Criminal Justice had had violated so that they could break Mr. Johnson's spirit. The fact that his most precious thing was justice surprised me. It wouldn't have made a fun episode really, but I always dreamed of an epilogue- Mr. Call is brought low, Timothy reaches his decision regarding Tom he goes to bed. And then he gets dragged to Hell, to be put on trial, to defend himself.

The Bureau for Indian Affairs - The United States lost the Indian Wars. They didn't lose them to the cherokee, Apache, or any others, they lost them to the shamans, those with magical talent. The victorious shaman then betrayed their tribes for all the luxuries of the western world, and in treaty made the deal that any affairs beyond the normal would be their affairs, "Indian Affairs." They enmeshed themselves in the United States government, and made sure their dominance was absolute. For these ends, they established the Bureau for Indian Affairs, to tax those unnatural citizens within their area. Relics, blood, mana, hours of time, whatever the case, every supernatural entity within the United States would pay their toll.

In other words, I wanted supernatural taxmen in America. And. I did want to make the player work for the Bureau. But then, that proved impossible. Timothy would have to go through the night on his own. And that's where I lost direction. I'm sorry.

Ralph Buhl - Ralph was a giant ass kicking Texan with the blood of an ogre, and a strange feeling of fondness for Timothy. Tom actually was breaking the rules employing Ralph; the Bureau frowns on supernaturals in their service. A conflict of interest. Ralph was your friend. He too had been the victim of discrete mental editing.

Tom - Running Tom was his nickname. He hated that name.. A former Seminole that was disgraced by his tribe, he was too modern for their tastes. The Bureau offered to employ and teach him, if he would sell out some of the secrets of his tribe. Tom agreed. And has regreetted it ever since. In his opinion, the Bureau for Indian Affairs should have been a department of justice, to hunt and kill those supernaturals that flaunted the law freely. But his job was collection. And in the collection job, often those that are most awful, most monstrous, pay the most. So he was directed to ignore them. That's why this Bureau of Indian Affairs is so much more militant, because Tom is subtly trying to use his power to clean house. Timothy was supposed to be his go to. He knew something unnatural had happened to you.

Edward Call - Edward Call was a mage, in the World of Darkness sense. He didn't follow the rules of any magic tradition, he just fucking cast magic. His favorite kind was mental magic, but if pressed, he'd pull other things out of his ass. And whenever he rolled dice, he got the best of 7 rolls rule. I wanted to make him bullshit. Edward Call was going to be everything Timothy wasn't. Successful, handsome, suave, rich, casual, charming. Surrounded by doting women, ambitious and determined to break the rules. He was a typical protagonist. His goal was to breach the veil between life and death, so he could kill a man who crossed him twice. Well, there were other benefits- an inexhaustible source of souls that he could use for nefarious schemes, and showing he was the biggest badass of them all. To do that though, he needed several ingredients. Ingredients that the Indian Bureau would collect. Also, ended up pissing off the Canadian tax collectors you fought in the last session through his cat's paw of Mr. Low. Jingwei, the fish that will drink the sea, was stolen from Hong Kong, out from the British government's nose, and sold to Edward Call for two hundred years of life. Edward Call intended for Jingwei to drink the river Styx to enable his crossing. Oh, and he made you kill those people too. Just to be clear.

Timothy Lawrence Johnson - My favorite character. And it shows a lot, in the things I write. He was a very unimpressive man who was a victim. The moment the snake bit him, he was in the backseat. Instead, he was taken advantage of by a spirit- to be honest, I hadn't thought of this until the JUSTICE calls later on, but it fits. Assessor Johnson is not normal by any stretch of the imagination. He doesn't feel fear. He calculates decisions in split seconds. He ignores calls for comfort and peace to do whatever he sets his mind to. A pretty shallow thought of mine, but I was going to have it brought up again and again. I just wanted something to represent that he was controlled by /tg/.

And he would be hated. People could sense that in him, even if he didn't show it. On top of him being a taxman, and a jew, and a priggish sort, there would always be that unnatural aura.




There's a lot more that I'd like to write, but I can't remember. I remember writing the ending and erasing it over and over again. I didn't end up saving all the word snippets I wrote, because I didn't want to railroad.