…for a game concept.

What if your characters are eldritch abominations from a land beyond comprehension and time but their existence depends on the fulfilment of a singular point in space time being exactly right.

SO at the point of 11:23am, 14th October 1996 in Glastonbury, Somerset, England (pick your own small town, small time) Susan Jeffries MUST write a letter to her local politician complaining about the garbage in her street, or a particular chain of events will not occur to cause the destruction of all living things and thus the end of all time, birthing the race of abominations.

WHAT IF a young abomination, only 10,000 years young, delved into actual time and misaligned the universe so that Susan never complained?

IMAGINE a party of grotesque, galaxy-spanning beings being forced into corporeal bodies so that they can manipulate suburban politics with the express purpose of piSSING OFF SUSAN JEFFRIES!