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On the planet Transsexual, in the distant galaxy of Transylvania , a great and mighty civilization once thrived. For countless millennia, the Transylvanians lived as gods. Their scientists conquered disease and postponed death, granting them near-immortality. They perfected the arts of cloning and biomechanical enhancement, and designed a caste of genetically engineered servants to cater to their every need. The ruling class lived ageless lives free of pain and want. Liberated from the struggle for survival, the Transylvanians reveled in luxury, devoting themselves to the pursuit of sensual pleasures.
Thousands of years of peace and prosperity inevitably gave way to stagnation and rot. Sex, divorced from procreation or emotion, became a form of causal recreation, arousing no more passion than a handshake. Politics, religion, and philosophy were all abandoned as primitive superstitions, and gender became nothing more than a garment to be changed with the dictates of fashion. Even the most ancient and sacred Transsexual ritual, an orgiastic mating dance known as the “Time Warp”, became a meaningless shadow of its former self and was nearly forgotten. A society that once represented the pinnacle of innovation and advancement became stagnant and dependent on their servants for basic necessities. Eventually, the Transylvanians forgot the secrets of creation entirely. Their ability to reproduce naturally had long since been eliminated as a messy anachronism, and efforts at further genetic manipulation yielded only diminishing returns and inbred monstrosities. With their unnaturally prolonged life spans drawing to an end, and no hope of propagating the species, the elders of Transylvanians foresaw their extinction and trembled. But at the last possible moment, a beacon of hope appeared in the dark infinity of space. A tiny blue planet, orbiting an insignificant sun in an unfashionable galaxy, began beaming signals into the void. The Transylvanians intercepted these signals, at first just sounds, then flickering images in black and white, and finally color. One Transylvanian in particular, a self-styled scientist by the name of “Frank N. Furter”, became entranced by these images. They showed him war and strife, birth and death, passion and fear, gods and monsters. Most of all, he saw life, in endless variations. He saw a world that reminded him of Transsexual thousands of years ago before its decline. Maybe these creatures, who called themselves “humans,” still possessed the gift of creating new life that the Transylvanians had lost? The Transylvanian elders, sensing the desperation of their situation, charged Frank with the task of visiting Earth and bringing back their salvation. They sent with him Riff Raff and Magenta, cloned twin siblings from the highest ranks of the servant class, to aid in his quest. Frank's mission was clear – to discover the human's method of procreation and return without arousing the locals' suspicions or interfering with their culture. Frank chose as his base of operations Denton , an anonymous town in the heartland of the nation that was the source of the most vibrant and intriguing broadcasts. He parked his spacecraft, cleverly disguised as a decrepit castle, in an abandoned industrial area on the outskirts of the city. From this base of operations, Frank disguised himself and made expeditions into town. At night he trolled the town's hidden places for lost souls, people whose weaknesses and addictions made them easy prey for Frank's charms. He seduced these citizens as a spider ensnares a fly, bringing them back to his lair as raw materials for his experiments. As the weeks went by, Frank became increasingly infatuated with this new world. As Riff Raff toiled in the laboratory to build the creature that was to be the salvation of their people, Frank dallied with the living toys he had enslaved. Forgetting the urgency of his mission, Frank began talking of conquering this planet and remaking it in his image. Despite the growing suspicions of local authorities, particularly UFO-expert Dr. Evrett Scott, Frank became increasingly careless in indulging his appetites. Now, the final fateful night of the Transylvanian's mission has arrived. The creature, the last best hope of Transsexual, is nearly ready to be born. Frank seems more interested in his creation's recreational potential than its intended purpose. As Riff Raff contemplates the imminent desecration of his world's salvation, he spies something from the castle window. Two figures, lost in the rain and dark, who might serve his needs. Perhaps these two pawns might distract the master long enough for the servant to fulfill the destiny he has for so long been denied… |
