On the vast, hot winds of the internet, I have often heard bandied about how nearly all fantasy role-playing games are deeply derivative of the works of J. R. R. Tolkien. (On any given message board or newsgroup, this is typically followed by a small flame war where somebody has to bring up how the awful mechanics used for magic in Dungeons & Dragons are actually quite emulative of the works of Jack Vance, among other points.)

In any case, the individuals who feel that this is true could take out their frustration by playing a game wherein all those involved pretend to be time-travelers who need to kill Tolkien. You could have characters like a high-tech cyborg elf from an alternate universe which was destroyed by Tolkien's books, because they stole and trapped the magical essence of the elves within their pages. Or perhaps H.G. Wells, who needs to kill Tolkien (using the time machine he built as research for his novel) so that Wells's own ideas about early role-playing games will become the seed that modern ones spring from, granting him the recognition he feels he deserves. The party could be rounded out by a necromantic dwarf who wants Tolkien's skull for a powerful summoning ritual that will allow him to command a legion of the damned (mostly the lost souls of bad fantasy authors) and, as the piece-de-resistance, Peter Jackson, who would never have spiraled into self-destructive horror in the late 2020s if not for the hubris brought on by directing wildly successful movies based on Tolkien's works.

If that were all there were to it, it would make for little more than a cathartic evening for those unable to even defend their views against the teeming typos of the internet. Instead, we should spice things up and decree that it's not enough that Tolkien die—he has to die by YOUR character's hand, not any of the others', or else history will not rearrange itself to your liking. This should suffice to turn things into a nasty little game of backstabbing, wherein you help others with their murder plot, only to try and take out the victim yourself at the last minute. Of course, since he's been dead over thirty years, he shouldn't mind at all.