Changeling: The Dreaming

Also known as Otherkin: The Glamourbombing. Take a fucking guess why?

This game takes place in World of Darkness, so the fluff mentions Mages and you can use Vampires and other emo RPG shit in here.

Premise

Long time ago, fae/fairies/faggots were common, and shit like shoemaker elves and troll bridges were for real. Then the elves for some reason decided to get the fuck outta dodge (probably because pre-Technocracy Mages wanted to nerf magic in the world). So they packed up and left for the moon.

Centuries later, the astronomy division of the Technocracy figure "hey, every time we go to the moon, elves fuck our shit up, let's get the sheeple to believe the Moon is just a rockball orbiting the Earth, and then their collective faith will make it so, and we can finally build moon bases there." So they organize the Apollo missions, and make sure that everybody's watching when they land and there's no green cheese and no little green men (little green elves, get it?), just vaccuum, dust, and outer-space desert wasteland.

Well, the astronomy division fucked up hugely -- the biggest fuck-up that doesn't involve destroying the Earth. Everyone watching saw the Moon, and yup, it's dead, it's empty... but everyone also though "holy shit, we made it to the Moon! The motherfucking Moon! If we can do that... why, we could do ANYTHING!" When millions of sheeple are watching teevee and all hoping and believing the same thing, well, how can Paradox not cause something to happen? So, the elves got evicted from the Moon, the sheeple watching teevee short-circuited the eviction and the elves got a first-class ticket and a red-carpet invitation to return to Earth.

'Cept there's no room for elves in our modern, technological and sensible Earth. So their spirits get mixed in with some of ours at birth, like the changeling babies that would be swapped for real children in their cribs. So long as these fae youth still believe anything is possible, and see the world with open eyes and open hearts, their fae natures are available to them and they can see the world of the fantastic and recognize their fellow expat elves.

Anyone watching these Changelings would see a riot of mismatched children, teenagers and the odd young adult playing some elaborate game of pretend. A mundane spectator can't see that this gangly teen is an eight-foot blue troll, but he would wonder why the kid is always ducking when passing through doors. The same spectator would later say "oh, it was old wood, weak and rotting..." when the same skinny kid boring explanation how that same skinny kid smashes through a fence with one swing of his puny not-blue-skinned-at-all fist, or why a baseball bat spraypainted silver leaves an axe-gash in the hood of a car.

Eventually, though, even the Changelings get more worn down, and grumpy, and doubtful, and succumb to growing up. No Changeling is able to hold on to their innocence and open-mindedness past their early twenties, and all eventually turn Mundane. For them, it's getting on with their lives, growing up, getting serious about life, but they close the door on their fae natures and deny it was anything more than fantasy if they remember it at all. For their friends who can still live the dream, it's another lost friend to Banality.

Politics

There are good elves (Seelie, or Summer), and bad elves (Unseelie, or Winter). The Unseelie elves aren't really so bad, just ruthless. It's kinda like Democrats and Republicans -- really the same thing, but call one of them the other and they'll punch your lights out. Then there's the REALLY bad elves, the Shadow Court, which is a secret conspiracy to... I dunno, since all they can really do is beat each other up and maybe make nightmares for the Mundanes, or harass Werewolves and Mages until one of those powerhouses decide to really bitchslap the sparkly little faggots. The Shadow Court are not your friends.

Of Banality, Bedlam, and Balance

Banality is to Changelings what Paradox is to Mages and Humanity loss is to Vampires. In this case, it means the faeries are becoming more boring, more grown-up.

Cantrip System

If you want to use a supernatural power, first your character has to do something silly. A lot of troupes will have a deck of cards with silly dares written on them. This junk goes over really well when LARPing, but I can't think of the fluff for why elves have to do this other than "it's a silly faerie thing to do! tee-hee! (throws sparkle dust)"