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[SPEC] Crossroads at Highway 61 and 49

[ryandrew]

What, do you mean tried going there in real life?.....

[Slithy]

That sounds fun actually. We could camp out in tents, roast some hot dogs, make some s'mores, and tell ghost stories.

[trevdak]

[PokeKiller]

[Xrate]

DOWN ON HIGHWAY 61, Mississippi - Satan drank his last shot of bourbon, threw the velvet cape over his shoulders and hit the road. The moon was too scared to show up on that night in the Deep South in the 1920s, but the wind has howling like a hellhound. The meeting would be at a solitary Delta crossroads. No witnesses. Robert Johnson, a young black cat from Hazlehurst, Mississippi, grandson of slaves, a bad eye contaminated by cataracts, delicate fingers, gorgeous hands and wavy hair, pinstripe double-breasted suit and pork-pie hat, arrived on time. No words exchanged. No blood spilled. Lightning struck a Gibson Kalamazoo, and the whole Deep South heard the most satanic guitar sound ever extracted by human hands. Robert Johnson didn't even blink his bad eye, Satan excused himself with a smile, and the whole future of Afro-American popular music was set in stone.
Robert Johnson's spirit is still here - down on Highway 61, the ultimate blues trip. It's a very quiet road, especially at night, when the only sound is the car stereo playing "Crossroads". Definitely not like in the 1920s and 1930s, before the mechanization of agriculture, when it was booming with roaming crowds.


Clarksdale, Mississippi, only 20,000 people, is Ground Zero, the Mecca and Promised Land of the blues. It used to be the cotton capital, the richest city in the Delta. And there it is, at the intersection of Highway 61 and Highway 49: the crossroads, celebrated by a wrought-iron guitar sculpture and unromantically surrounded by Delta Donuts and Abe's Bar-B-Q. This is not "the" crossroads sung of by Robert Johnson ("I went down to the cross road/ fell down on my knees/ asked the Lord above/ Have mercy, save poor Bob if you please"), because 61 and 49 do not really intersect in Clarksdale. Mythology reigns: locals tell us that Johnson's deal with the devil may have taken place in the Bonnie Blue Plantation near Clayton or in a graveyard in Crawford. A rambling man surely knew how to pick his own secluded crossroads.

The local call....Mississippi....
anybody here from the US???
please call the numbers....

[Atrophied]

Of course I mean go there in real life... it's not exactly a new idea. For examples:
-ILB was primarily going places at set times around the USA (and one in the UK);
-ReGenesis had a part where a parcel had to be picked-up from a car garage in T.O, Canada.

I'd go to the crossroads, but I live in Newfoundland, it's kinda isolated and expensive to get anywhere from, aside from the fact that it's a damn long way from Mississippi.

Anyways, it was just a thought.

~Atrophied

[MissChelle]

Yup

[rose]

the blues

[ryandrew]

Well im in England, so there's no chance im going there. I seriously doubt the PMs have something happen there every midnight on the offchance that a player might turn up...

[lepidopteran]

not to mention that this is a UK-based game... seems highly doubtful that our major characters, and all the plot twists would suddenly switch continents and end up in a little podunk like Clarksdale... I agree with the notion that its solely for ambience (the whole selling your soul thing), and isn't really important to the game. Could be eating my words soon, though, im well-aware.

[i3izze]

I live about 4 hours from there...I live in KY. Could go there this weekend...

[rowan]

[ryandrew]

Lol rowan, i wouldnt call this game dead anymore.

[Frankie]

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