#supergod

suburbia; or the sad, quiet horror of getting everything you ever wanted

Basically, it's about the governments of the world trying to make their own superheroes, only to make what are effectively eldritch abominations vaguely in the shape of superheroes, dubbed "supergods". An international arms race breaks out over the creation of these supergods after one demonstrates the ability to destroy entire countries, which escalates until humanity is destroyed and only one supergod is left standing.

To truly emphasize what kind of story this, I point you to the scene in which one of the Supergods assimilates everyone in China into a giant Cthulhu-esque flesh dragon covered head to toe in screaming agonized faces. He then rides that beast into battle to go and conquer India.

What’s that, Tommy? Now, why would I tell you about that? I don’t work for the American government. No, the fellow came through London on a plane once and our people borrowed him for a while.

You were played quite badly there, old boy. I mean, everyone knew you didn’t have a clue what you were doing in Iraq. But allowing one of your own security firms to set up a secret superhuman lab in-country… that was special.

I suppose those hardened Iraqi bunkers the news people were always talking about had to be useful for something. As I say, one of the surviving project leaders came through London at one stage. This was before your rogue players, as it were, decided that giving up was the best policy. Back when the intent was just to bomb the shit out of the middle east and recolonize it afterward.

“When a god turns on mortals, it’s Armageddon.”

There are real, thoughtful answers to give to this, but then there’s the fun one.