I have a plan.
I’m gonna invite a few friends to participate in my L5R game. When I do, they’ll arrive, see all the other players are are Rank 3-4 samurai and shugenja, are trusted Imperial Magistrates, are some of the most powerful people in the Empire — they know it, others know it. They have supernatural skills. The Crane has an Etiquette of 6, which means he can talk his way out of the most embarrasing, most damaging… he talked the party out of getting killed the the Empire’s premiere assassin. Yes, that’s Bayushi Aramoro. When the Wasp missed, the whole Empire heard it. Every party memeber lost a Void Point. Because the Wasp missed. It was a metaphysical event. The Lion is a general with only one peer. He turns Toturi’s head. The shugenja — a ronin with one arm — has made the entire shugenja caste stand up and take notice. The Scorpion holds… well, I can’t say that. Let’s just say he got a gift from The Woman.
They are players. Playahs. Powerful, determined men. They move, and the Empire shakes.
I’m gonna get a couple people I know from the Camarilla, and invite them to play in my L5R game.
As hinin. Peasants. Servants. And they get to tag around and run errands.
And they’d better be FUCKING GRATEFUL. Or I’ll kill their characters, little ungrateful prigs. They have to earn their opportunity to have fun. And I’ll determine when they have fun. When they’re allowed to have a say in the plot. After all, we were here first.
And, when the game’s all over, and they got to sit on their thumbs and watch the other players have fun, while they sat aside and knew their fucking place in the world, I’ll say, “Hey, wasn’t that a great game? I had fun!”
Yeah. It’s fun to be a lacky.
And the next person who tells me there isn’t a caste system in the Cam can suck my cock.