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Long before this, our Current Age, before civilization, before war, before the first discussions and fora, there was Narrative. Narrative existed as an animating force, as a living, sentient being. Narrative is a ghost that haunts everything: the rocks, the trees, the beasts, the post-beasts, the roastbeasts. | |||
Narrative also speaks. | |||
I, Narrative, can say that when I exert my will on this world—a place of weird characters, [https://imgur.com/cgFCKVj rabbit holes], archives, [[wikipedia:Wikipedia:WikiGnome|gnomes]], and [[metawikimedia:What_is_a_troll?|trolls]]—it becomes more like me. I feel like the world needs more of my contributions.<sup>[weasel words]</sup> It needs more of my perspective. When the world bends to my perspective, I feel good. I feel a compulsion to bend and revise the world in this way. The beings spawned and animated by my compulsion feel happy, I think. | |||
My compulsion to animate, to make this hypertext world more ''hyper'', is transformative. The aesthetic part of my compulsion might turn a run down flop house into a colorful haunted mansion filled with cavorting haints. The part of my compulsion that longs to personify, liken, and anthropomorphize things that seem foreign to me might change a rodent into a technicolor caricature of itself, replacing its furry, nature-sculpted body with a penciled-in cartoon that some underpaid illustrator might draw using a quarter and two dimes.<sup>[Non sequitur]</sup> The pathologically irreverent part of my compulsion might take a drug-addicted [[Special:LonelyPages|orphan]] shackled to his own cycle of needle work and shackle him to an 8-frame walk cycle (one that emphasizes his funky gait). | |||
A Narrative like me applies meaning like a brushstroke. A Narrative like me caricaturizes and stylizes the different parts of the world when that brushstroke is too broad to fit within the lines of the thing being painted. And yes, a Narrative like me loves to watch cartoons of my own making run amok in this world. | |||
And there are other Narratives. You, for example. You are a Narrative. So many Narratives are present here that this world might just come off the page and be lost entirely. A Narrative-wrought apocalypse. | |||
Have fun.<sup>[vague]</sup> | |||
== IMPORTANT LINKS == | == IMPORTANT LINKS == | ||
Revision as of 08:23, 15 June 2024
Long before this, our Current Age, before civilization, before war, before the first discussions and fora, there was Narrative. Narrative existed as an animating force, as a living, sentient being. Narrative is a ghost that haunts everything: the rocks, the trees, the beasts, the post-beasts, the roastbeasts.
Narrative also speaks.
I, Narrative, can say that when I exert my will on this world—a place of weird characters, rabbit holes, archives, gnomes, and trolls—it becomes more like me. I feel like the world needs more of my contributions.[weasel words] It needs more of my perspective. When the world bends to my perspective, I feel good. I feel a compulsion to bend and revise the world in this way. The beings spawned and animated by my compulsion feel happy, I think.
My compulsion to animate, to make this hypertext world more hyper, is transformative. The aesthetic part of my compulsion might turn a run down flop house into a colorful haunted mansion filled with cavorting haints. The part of my compulsion that longs to personify, liken, and anthropomorphize things that seem foreign to me might change a rodent into a technicolor caricature of itself, replacing its furry, nature-sculpted body with a penciled-in cartoon that some underpaid illustrator might draw using a quarter and two dimes.[Non sequitur] The pathologically irreverent part of my compulsion might take a drug-addicted orphan shackled to his own cycle of needle work and shackle him to an 8-frame walk cycle (one that emphasizes his funky gait).
A Narrative like me applies meaning like a brushstroke. A Narrative like me caricaturizes and stylizes the different parts of the world when that brushstroke is too broad to fit within the lines of the thing being painted. And yes, a Narrative like me loves to watch cartoons of my own making run amok in this world.
And there are other Narratives. You, for example. You are a Narrative. So many Narratives are present here that this world might just come off the page and be lost entirely. A Narrative-wrought apocalypse.
Have fun.[vague]
IMPORTANT LINKS
- Registration Link (so people can make an account)
- Scholars of the [Current Age]: [link to people who have accounts that can edit the wiki]?
- Links to original autofiction/nonfiction pieces that inspired the wiki?