You know how the Supreme Court issued an opinion in that Citizen's United case? The one protesters were mad about because they stated that "corporations are people with protected speech"? Well the Supreme Court wasn't just blowing smoke. Corporations really are people. Some people have warped personalities. Some people with warped personalities are serial killers. There are a string of bodies buried throughout the tri-state area that would give homicide detectives one hell of a headache if they were ever found.
Unknown Armies thread, I guess.
So yeah, corporations are people, and the force of law makes it true. Now all corporations have a presence, a man or woman, who answers to that name. Nobody can agree where they came from, but anyone who's persistent enough can find out where they went.
All of these corporation people currently reside in a large gated community outside Vicksburg, Mississippi, but you won't be allowed to get anywhere near it.
Supposedly if you kill one of these people, their corresponding corporation will go bankrupt within six months.
Governments have children draw hand turkeys in school to harvest their biometric data.
In April, there were 559 pay phones in the major metropolitan area of Inland Empire. The utility service began removing the least used, unprofitable phones, leaving just 179 phones across at the beginning of this year's Autumn Equinox in September. The city plans to continue taking them out of operation until the last payphone is decommissioned the morning after the Winter Solstice, in late December. In Inland Empire this is the time between early autumn and midwinter is marked as the time between the Harvest Festival and Winterfest, due to the local history of an early harvest to make for way for the planting of winter wheat. This period has always been a time of increased crime, suicides, and the rise of a new annual crop of urban legends; and this year is no different.
On the morning after the Harvest Festival, the news reported a ritualistic killing and this year's urban legend began to spread, the story about a phantom phone card a friend of a friend's cousin found in his wallet following the previous night's drunken celebration downtown. A card that allows you use to use a pay phone as a conduit for the summoning of spirits into this world. And the rumors seem to have multiple sources, but then again, these things always do.
There is a secret war about to begin in this city, a red harvest as those possessing the phantom cards use the city's constantly dwindling population of payphones to invoke otherworldly being to strike down their rivals and defend themselves, because only one of them can control the last payphone on the Winter Solstice, where for one night you will be able to speak to god and change fate.
I've been trying to figure out a way to use Smokey the Bear as a supernatural serial killer. He holds the people he kills personally responsible for all forest fires.