Call of Cthulhu
CoC is set in our world, the classic time being the 1920s, when HP Lovecraft created the bulk of his work. Protagonists of his stories are everyday people, scientists, farmers, archaeologists - mainly men who encounter something truly out of this world. The game is based on the Mythos cycle developed by HPL and his followers and collaborators. The game is usually categorized as "Horror", and his work quite referred to as Horror Fiction these days, although in his time, it was, more aptly, called "weird fiction."
Dungeons and Dragons
D and D and its epigons and clones are loosely based on fantasy fiction, suhc as The Lord of the Rings, which, in turn, is based on Western/Northwestern Europea mythology, such as the Edda, Beowulf, the German hero sagas as well as the later, more romantic, works like the Nibelungenlied, Parzival, Le Morte D'Arthur. This type of RPGs are usually called "Fantasy" RPGs and a distinction can be made between High Fantasy and Low Fantasy.
I have read the works of HPL, some of his followers, Tolkien, as well as most of the epics, sagas and fairy tales mentioned above. In addition, I am very familiar with the Greek and Roman mythologies and epics: The Iliad, Odyssey and Aenid. With regard to my role-playing credentials: I have been playing D&D since the late 80ies, have been playing and DMing CoC since the nineties and have also played Pathfinder and other types of RPG (NWoD).
Based on this, I want to enter into a longer meditation on these, as I have been thinking more andmore about such questions as:
- What is horrific about CoC?
- Is CoC really a Horror RPG?
- Why do I personally find it easier to immerse myself into a completely fantastical world (e.g. in Pathfinder), which, undoubtedly, requires a higher effort in suspension of disbelief?
- What is a hero?
The role of "Horror" in HP Lovecraft
The works of HPL contain very many different types of stories from the slightly supernatural splatter-based horror akin to Nightmare on Elm Street (Herbert West - Reanimator), which mainly feals with the scientific exploration of prolonging life by reanimating the dead, to stories centred around the "Mythos" as known from Nyarlathoptep, Call of Cthulhu, At the Mountains of Madness, and the Dunwich Horror. HPL also wrote very poetic stories about searching for the meaning of life, coping with being a "displaced person", namely a person who does not belong (The Dreamlands Cycle, but also Polaris). HPL himslef had always felt that he had been borne too late, that he should really have been an esquire living in New England during the time before the war of independence.
The stories of overt horror, with a massive and bloody death toll, or horrific experiments are probably the ones that modern readers of the genre would find easiest to get into and would possibly get the most out of as they represent a visceral form of horror.
His stories about the mythos are, however, quite often deemed boring and quite a lot of affacinados of the horror genre find them plain disappointing. The reason for this could be that quite of the horror scenes in those stories are grotesque rather than terror-inspiring. While the great Cthulhu certainly instills awe with his tentacled face, towering stature, green skinned body and huge claws, he is these days competing with such creations as the Alien by HR Gieger in the Western horror fans' minds, and Godzilla in the East, and must come out the loser in the contest. The same goes for the Dunwich Horror or Wilbur Wately. In trying to describe the otherworldliness, their difference, Lovecraft goes so much overboard in his descriptions of writhing tentacles, ichor and red sucking mouths: "The skin was thickly covered with coarse black fur, and from the abdomen a score of long greenish-grey tentacles with red sucking mouths protruded limply. " (The Dunwich Horror) and the reactions these cause in the people who behold them (nervous breakdowns, temporary madness) that they become almost laughable to an audience familiar with such paragons of heroism as Ellen Ripley in the face of the Alien(s), or Riddick in Pitch Black and countless unnamed people at the sight of Godzilla in one of her (!) many incarnations on film. I would go pn to argue that, today, "vreature horror" is much less powerful than it may have been in the past. Possibly due to the fact, at least since WW II, we have reason to believe that nothing is more horrible and can cause more malicious damage to humans than other humans themselves. The time of non-human monsters (and we've had them through the ages from the python slain by Apollo to the dragons in Beowulf and the Siegfried saga) has ended. The new horror wears the face of Hannibal Lecter, Ted Bundy or Josef Mengele. Everyday faces, the faces of the good neighbour, the face of the parish priest or soccer coach.
Consequently, those stories by Lovecraft, where the horror is inside the normal human being, as I would argue, are still among his most powerful today. An Asenath Wait, the nameless protagonist in the Outsider, but also the almost poetic loneliness of the short piece "Polaris" can and will cause uneasiness and terror in the modern reader, just like the creeping plague in "Colour out of Space". All these stories contain little to no "Otherness" in the form of other life forms, they tell of subtle horrors, more or less fantastical in origin, but they are all "quiet" pieces. Likewise the splatter-oriented "Herbert West", while not one of my favourite pieces by a long shot, I find it quite horrific to imagine a doctor embarking on such horrific experiments, much more so than someone trying to summon Yog Sothoth or his offspring on Sentinel Hill.
In fact, the question remains if any of HPL's otherworldly creature would ever have been able to induce horror in anyone at all. During much of his life, HPL felt a deeply-rooted xenophobia, which becomes evident in many of his stories and letters. In addition, he was always more concerned with things than people. His attitude towards human beings in general, though not to individuals - he had a wide circle of friends and correspondents, was that of a misanthropist. He felt misunderstood, an outsider. Seeing as this feeling of alienation is in itself full of horror for anyone, HPL would have had to look elsewhere and beyond the normal wordl and normal life to find things that he would consider horrific. He found something akin to horror in his early ventures into astronomy, which started in his early teens. According to his own words, exploring the universe made it clear to him how small and insignificant mankind really is. So, while he is an outsider in space (it was in the 20s and 30s that it was discovered that there were countless galaxies and our solar system was on the fringe of ours.) In order to hammer home this point, HPL invented a race of gods which reside somewhere in the universe and to whom mankind is of no significance whatsoever. These beings could easily annihilate our world if they really wanted to, but they usually don't even waste any thought on us, so we are, for the moment at least, quite safe. But HPL goes one step further when he creates this race of gods (and whether they are gods is open to debate, and I will give my opinion further down in this essay). In order to make it absolutely clear that these gods are not our gods (i.e. the gods that man has created, first in the form of animals, then in his own image through the ages and has been worshiping for thousands of years), he gives them wholly alien aspects. And I believe this is where the story stumbles into the grotesque. For the human mind, shaped and bound by the physical we and arguably the whole universe exits in, there are certain tropes, forms and shapes which lend themselves naturally to being used when creating something. Tolkien, in his devoutly Catholic approach, calls it subcreation. He believes that god created the world and with it a framework within which mankind can "subcreate". Going beyond this framework is impossible. While I do not agree with Tolkien on the creation part, I believe that mankind created god, not vice versa, I do agree that the physical world we perceive limits our ability to conceive "the Other". Whatever we create always somehow reflects "the Familiar". HPL probably saw this too and attempted to overcome this hurdle, but, in the process, failed. For his gods to reflect his ideas, they needed to be wholly different, he achieved that, but at the price of making them grotesque, I would even venture to say ridiculous. The Elder Things from "At the Mountains of Madness", who, as scientists find out, created mankind on the fly, possibly as a by-product of some experiment, are basically huge walking cucumbers with wings. HPL is always then at his scariest when he does not describe his cosmic horror but simply calls it "unnamable". The infinite possibilities of imagining these things left to the readers' imagination are much more terrifying. We find the same in Greek mythology where the gods usually appear in male or female form. However, when they present themselves "as they are", people who see them are incinerated. Again, we don't get a description of what the gods look like, but it is left to our imagination what terrible sight could burn a person on the spot.

