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Traz
06:28 / 15.07.01
I hereby claim this thread in the name of Flunitrazepam.

First item on the agenda: This is not a blog. Blogs are one-sided, dull, pedantic and ultimately pointless; this thread is only dull, pedantic and ultimately pointless, but it need not be one-sided. You have my permission to contribute, if you felt the need to seek my blessing in the first place.

Second item: Anyone who uses the word "f*ct**ns**t" on this thread will have their name written on The Board until they behave. The Board will be at the end of this post and will be edited as necessary. When exactly did we become too sophisticated to use the word "personality," may I ask? Should we pay homage to Warren Ellis by working the phrase "mystery archaeologists" into every possible conversation? Let's take the pretension level down a notch while we still can, people.

Third item: There is no third item. Put that in your paradox modulation pipe and smoke it. (Doom Patrol references, unlike rip-offs of The Invisibles, will not be regulated.)

Fourth item: It is imperative that we admire and learn from successful literary figures. It even more important that we learn to do more than mimic them, flooding the market of the mind with cheap copies of copies of copies. What is a genre? A genre is a literary subset governed by laws, or topoi, that delineate how to imitate those who have gone before. What do we need to do? We need to decide if those conventions are roomy enough to work within, or too stifling, and thereby in need of retiring. Don't break boundaries for the sake of being new or rebellious; iconoclastic behavior leads to fruitless nihilism. Only tear down when you need to rebuild.

Fifth item: Why did the superheroic novel never catch on? If something as visually oriented as pornography can flourish as the printed word, why does it fail when attempting to narrate the exploits of a steely eyed man from an alternate dimension, clad in a cape and skintight pants? Did this proto-genre fail to coalesce because of the assumptions of the creators or their audience?

Sixth item: When writing for comics, I propose the following guidelines for naming characters without resorting to the clichés of years past. Reject any suggestion that requires the use of a definite article: The Hulk, The Human Torch, The Thing. Rethink the name that ends in a description of a human being of either gender: Batman, Wonder Woman, Spider-Man, Invisible Woman, Ferro Lad, Saturn Girl. Laugh off anything that begins with a title: Mister Fantastic, Captain America, Doctor Doom. Finally, do not accept any nom de plume that contains a color-based adjective: Red Skull, Green Lantern, Dark Phoenix.

Seventh item: All universes save one are back-up copies, each with its own unique set of small transcription errors. Inspectors are examining the universes for the one that remains closest to the ideal, which will be given colonization preference in the case of reality crash; such a new world will have its standard of living raised to that of near-perfection. Espionage agents from the other copies are sabotaging our world in the hopes of improving the odds for their own. How many versions of your friends are you willing to kill? Would you wear a necklace of human tongues, each taken from one of your alternate selves? Division, Diffusion, Spectrum, Prismatic, Schismatic, Bifrost, Rainbow...are you more moral than they were, or just too lazy to get off your ass and take the offensive to another timeline?

Eighth item: Since I've focused on comics in this initial post, that's the forum where I'll stick the thread for now. I make no guarantees that I will refrain from discussing anything besides comics.

Oh, yes. And here's The Board:

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Traz
22:33 / 15.07.01
"Mommy, why is that man talking to himself?"

"Honey, shush, he can't help it. That happens when you read too many comic books."

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Those "transcription errors" might account for superheroes or any gateways between worlds...there's a moral dilemma for you. Do you kill yourself, in the hopes that eliminating yourself improves the odds of your world moving up in the ranking, or do you put your paranormal abilities to work by knocking off the competition? It's all very Matrix-sounding, but...oo! What if your continuum was infected with a computer virus that caused people, buildings and whole continents to blister and bloat up as the bug converts their material into replicants of itself? No, that's just nanotechnology...dang, it's hard to come up with something new...

One of the things I never liked about any straight genre work is the lack of creeping realism. If fourteenth-century Europe had genuine sorcerers, wouldn't their power raise the standard of living far faster than technology ever could? If aliens landed on the White House lawn, wouldn't ever religion in the world undergo a massive re-evaluation as the visitors were inserted into the paradigm? If men and women could fly, wouldn't the number one priority of humanity become replicating and disseminating those abilities?

That's what's wrong with genre fiction: it's a realistic depiction of life with a little glamor tacked on, but true realism demands that the fantastic element would rapidly spread to all who came in contact with it, as surely as a fire warms those nearby. (Unless reality tends to clean up and minimize these blatant attacks on it, like in certain White Wolf games: the Delirium in Werewolf and Paradox in Mage. Hmm...) Very few superhero writers bother to display a transformed world like this; the exceptions are Miracleman, Marshal Law and maybe a few more. Is that why it's not done? Because it would involve too much work, too much imagination, too much attention to continuity?

Then again, if you want to reinvent comics, you probably ought to stick with the pictures 'n text format. If you're writing straight text, you can't just toss all of the conventions out the window without the risk of slipping into another genre entirely. Superheroes are almost defined by their lack of realism. Maybe that's not such a bad thing. Gregor Samsa woke up as a bug; Gregor Samsa woke up with the ability to shoot bolts of energy from his hands. What's the difference?

Take your average baffled, sexually frustrated guy from any contemporary literary magazine, and then give him the ability to create a giant, glowing hand that can crush a Buick. His problems won't go away, they'll just be more poignant. Can't you just see his boyfriend screaming at him: "You can punch a whole in a bank vault door but you can't lift a telephone in the middle of The X-Files when I've got something important to tell you? You can wash your old tights from now on, you selfish son of a bitch!" Heck, most comics are extremely derivative of soap-operas to begin with; how hard can it be to switch the emphasis from the campy, pectoral-flashing fight scenes to the "you love your teammates more than me" arguments?

By the way, today's word of the day is: idiolect. "A naked American balloon stole my men, but don't gyre and gimble in the wabe: in the amazylum, we have plenty of lebensraum. This room is White Maggot Acres, and if you'll put on your wormwrap and step into this wormhole--heh, don't forget to hold your breath, they fed them pig shit and refried beans today--you'll see a holehouse that'll make you jasp and trumble."
 
 
Traz
22:56 / 15.07.01
You know what superpower I'd like? The ability to make the Earth invisible to the Sun. All light projected from our home star would bend around the planet at my whim. Day would become night; the moon and stars would still be visible, but there'd be a big black spot instead of the solar disk.

"Hello, sir, how are you? I'm calling about our new Mastercard offer--"

"Lady, are you near a window?"

"Why, yes, why do you--oh my God!"

"That's right, it's me. Now unless you swear that your company will never bother me again, all of the plankton in the ocean will slowly die, and the food pyramid that is based on those little boogers will collapse, taking civilization with it."

"I'msosorryohpleasedon'ttellanyoneImadeyoumadI'msosorrywe'llnevercallagainIswear."

"Well, all right then. I'm turning the sun back on now."
 
  
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