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Seré extremadamente franco cuando diga esto:
Las Guadanas se basan muy claramente en el culto a Adolfo Constanzo, hasta en la incorrecta atribución de sacrificios de sangre/humanos a la Santa Muerte, cuando la religión en cuestión era Palo Mayombe. Son un cártel criminal que rinde culto a La Santa, que es una figura religiosa que ya ha sido mal utilizada numerosas veces por individuos en diversos medios. El hecho de que los autores sepan que la Santa Muerte se remonta a los "cultos aztecas a la muerte" (que es una forma extremadamente... insulsa de decir que la Santa Muerte es una tradición largamente practicada que se ha transmitido de generación en generación) indica que hay capacidad de investigación. En particular, el clavo en el ataúd aquí es que Las Guadanas son un cártel de drogas adorador de la Santa Muerte. No creo que sea necesario explicar cuál es el problema aquí.
Sudamérica se ha utilizado constantemente a lo largo de la historia de CoD/WoD como "misterioso santuario criminal del malvado culto a la muerte", a falta de un término mejor. Ver esto de nuevo, ver una fe semiclandestina tan deliberadamente tergiversada, y ver a la gente tan inmediatamente ansiosa por utilizar este contenido del juego es extremadamente desconcertante. Si quieres tener un pacto basado en la creencia de la Santa Muerte, está bien, pero... como que debería haber sido investigado, y realmente, REALMENTE no debería haber involucrado a los cárteles, especialmente porque esto está MUY claramente basado en un culto REAL de la vida real que ha > causado que la Santa Muerte tenga una mala reputación.
Se vuelve realmente viejo ver, una y otra vez, a México / el Sur Global usado como una zona de "OOOH SPOOKY SCARY OOOH CULTS OOOH BLOOD SACRIFICE". Hay mucho más que eso, y el hecho de que estos conceptos racistas no se comenten y se celebren no me gusta.
Las Guadanas podrían muy fácilmente ser un grupo supremamente interesante, jugando con los aspectos positivos de La Santa, y las visiones positivas de la Muerte en general.
No creo que estaría tan frustrado si fuera por el hecho de que los autores saben que Ella ha sido transmitida de generación en generación por estos "cultos aztecas a la muerte" (como se ha dicho con tanto entusiasmo), lo que significa que alguien buscó en Google La Santa, buscó la fe, miró todo lo demás, y ... decidió ir con el retrato que continúa el uso de la línea México/Sudamérica como zona neurálgica para sacrificios de sangre, criminales y asesinatos.
En fin, espero que Las Guadanas cambie cuando se amplíe. Se hace muy, muy viejo, ver lo mismo de siempre una y otra vez.
EDITO PARA AÑADIR: En realidad también estoy irritado porque SÉ que Onyx Path investiga. Scion trabaja con individuos nativos para retratar respetuosamente las creencias en cuestión y las culturas implicadas. SÉ que OP se esfuerza por no repetir estos viejos estereotipos ofensivos con otras líneas. Entonces, ¿sólo está bien cuando se trata de México? Sé que Hunter y Scion son equipos de escritura diferentes, pero hay algo que me molesta.
También tengo que dejar muy claro que parte de mi problema se debe a la forma en que se ha tratado a Sudamérica en el canon. Aunque hay algunos ejemplos positivos, la MAYORÍA del contenido es... así.
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Talk to the people that fight the monsters in the dark, skulking in the alleys no one remembers and hiding behind suits and smiling faces in the expensive buildings, they'll tell you stories. They say there's a city block that doesn't belong to the city anymore.
Don't make trouble for the people there. The unspoken statement is that the people there aren't... exactly human anymore. They used to be. But there's worse things in the dark then men with the hearts of wolves or undying monsters that drink the blood of the living; worse than patchwork men that spread disaster in their wake and don't understand why. Sometimes, a terrible mystery ensnares someone, trapping them in promises and story and lies, and drags them away.
What comes back isn't human anymore. It's still a person, though. They reason and understand things, same as the humans they were, once. You leave them alone, the local Union rep says. They're no harm to no one, as long as you don't bring trouble to them.
Don't rat to them, you get warned. If someone who looks too good to be true comes around sniffing for their addresses, you just smile and nod and say you never heard a damn thing. Don't rat them out. Because the people in that place will know, and they'll find you, and your family. You try to throw them back into hell, they'll return the favor three times over.
But it goes both ways; if you watch out for them, mind your business and keep their secrets, they'll help you out.
The Union rep tells you a short little story; he says that most of the time, the people in that city block look the same as you or me. There might be a few signs; a girl with teeth unnaturally sharp and pointy, or a man who knocks on wood and it makes a noise like HE'S made of wood. But if things are going normal, you won't see what they really look like, just a kind of magical mask that hides them. But they got their fancy tricks, and they know all about escaping bad situations.
So if you do your part in the deal, they'll help you out. Pretty much anything; a single mother went down to them after some bad business with her ex came up and her kids went missing. Well, she talked to Pop Hammerfist, the big ol' dude that looks like someone carved a tree into a man. Her ex was on the news in the hospital a few days after, yelling about the trees following him, and her kids were back home safe and sound, and with the ex having already signed a few agreements to pay his damn alimony already.
Or a little boy with a missing cat came up to them and asked for help. If any of the real hunters or Union folk had heard about it, they would have stopped him, but the people in the city block didn't turn him away. They nodded, and listened, a few hours later came back with the little boy's cat, safe and purring up a storm. You help them out, they help you out; I hear that kid tells 'em stuff he heard. 'Spose there's a lesson in that. We're all in this together, long as we don't tear the boat down with us in it.
Reminds me of a story about the lady who brought the cat in, in fact. A big lady; has to go to special shops to get clothes that fit. Weird shiny teeth, too, with the weirdest damn braces I ever saw, if those are braces. You hear some funny stories about her, that when she comes knocking the whole floor shakes, but she couldn't be a sweeter lady. Nice to kids, loves cats, always help out. If she's got the weird habit of speaking in rhyme before she says anything else, well, we all got our promises, I guess.
Well, a while back, we had a Slasher. Yeah; the thing that happens when a Hunter goes bad, or someone just gets too much of a taste for murder. Killing opens up a soul, and some part of us leaks out, or something else gets in. This particular fellow liked to call himself a real genius; a real nasty piece of work that liked making elaborate death traps and leaving people to die. Well, we worked out he was there when they started finding the bodies, and by that point he'd already gotten the Big Lady.
...Yeah, that's the name of that lady I mentioned. Long story.
Well, we found what was left of him, and his death traps. The whole place was smashed to pieces by something big. Big and helliciously strong, I'd say. It was like the set of those torture horror movies got hit by a storm. And they found the guy, or. What was left of him. Looked like a wild animal had bit him up, or a jaguar.
Well, from what we heard, he got her all right. But she might have been a bit more than he bargained for. I'm not sure exactly what she did to him, but they were cleaning his blood and bone off the wall for weeks. They said his skull looked like something real strong had just slugged him, so hard he sorta splashed. Don't make me draw you a picture, pal.
But, yeah. Funny thing is, they said the fist mark was so big you'd need a person the size of an elephant to throw that kind of punch. And we kept seeing cats around the area. Really, really big cats.
..You remember about promises. You keep 'em with the city block folk, because they got all kinds of things keeping promises to them.
What happened to the Big Lady, you ask? Oh, she's still around. Helps out the local Union cell now and then. Good hand if you need brute force.
She don't much like having to handle anything that's got too much iron in it; steel is fine, but not real iron. She saws its an allergy.
...Yeah, I know how it sounds. But we got our funny ways, and she keeps her promises, so keep your nose out of it, yeah?
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