Me: "No exceptions. There's porn for everything."And in the comments, torrain explains the Whateley family:
Me: "Pssh, I've seen it. It had Whateleys."
[info]torrain: "Gaah!" [slight pause] "Alright, Deadlands/Dalek slashfic involving Whateleys. That can't exist."
Me: "ALL MANITOU ARE THE ENEMIES OF THE DALEKS. PENETRATE! CONSECRATE! PENETRATE! CONSECRATE!"
[pause for application of mental floss]
[info]torrain: "I love you deeply and passionately and I'm sure the caterer will be deeply disappointed, but, right now, one of us needs to die for this."
Me: "I vote you."
The creative team of Deadlands/Doomtown (apparently quite aware that the game could also have been called Cthulhu and Sixguns without missing a stylistic beat) took a degenerate little three-person (four-person?) family called the Whateleys from H.P. Lovecraft's short story "The Dunwich Horror".I just figured a fair few of my f-list would like aspects of that. Need to rebuild some decks and play Doomtown again...
They then turned them into the kind of festering, corrupt, and sadly wide-spread (if not always properly branching) family tree to be found this side of a soap opera, gave them all the kind of upbringing you could expect from a marriage between Ed Gein and Lucretia Borgia, taught them to play poker with rules cribbed striaght out of the Necronomicon, shined them up enough that they could pass for not-immediately-lynchable in public, and set them loose on unsuspecting PCs and innocent civilians.
The Whateleys *rock*.