I was seriously thinking of making a new world.
I have three "worlds" here on MyO. One serves as a dump for my usual rambling nonsense and regular dredge, the one you are currently reading serves a more "serious" tone for my writing (or, at least, as serious as Flint Marco can be, which isn't very), and a third as a seldom-used and neglected personal blog.
I just, out of the blue, felt like making a new world. With a new world comes new opportunities to take, new avenues to explore. What could this world do that three others could not possibly do? Is Flint Marco such a multi-faceted and complicated individual that FOUR worlds are required to contain his writing? He barely uses the three he has, for God's sake.
This decision would require a bit of soul-searching. First, I needed to make a pledge. I, Flint Marco, part-time nuisance, full-time college student, full-time warrior, pledge to post something, ANYTHING, on MyO at least twice a week.
Done! (Fingers Crossed!)
Okay, I had looked into my soul and told a lie. Now, what could this world do for me? What new path will Flint Marco take on the road to writing Limbo? Romance? Nobody does romance fiction here, right? Nah, too mushy. How 'bout a world dedicated entirely to really bad fanfics? And I mean HORRIBLE, bottom of the barrel fanfics, fanfics from your worst nightmares. Imagine if Stegz from mid-ninties cartoon Extreme Dinosaurs had to compete in a science fair contest with Dick Dastardly! It makes no sense, you say? Who gives a shit about Extreme Dinosaurs? That's the beauty!
Nah, it'd never work.
Then, it hit me. You know what would be brilliant? Fiction from the 1600s-1800s! Imagine the stories that could be told! Martin Luther: the 95 Theses of Shaolin! Roger Williams Mystery Theatre! The Vengeance of Anne Hutchinson! Doc Brown meets George III! They write themselves!
Okay, it's decided! Amazing old world (or "Olde Worlde", to give it that ironic "old world" flair) for the masses! There was only one step to take, but the most vital. I must consult... with myself! The Counsel of Three!
FLINT! Rambling maniac! He doesn't know anything but fun! It is his curse!
MARCO! Forever angst-ridden and brooding, he longs to be taken seriously as a writer!
Finally, FLARCO! The realist of the three, Flarco sees only the hard line!
I approach the three in the darkest region of my mind's eye. Surley, these three kings will see my reason, and I can start my amazing works of fiction shortly! Lo, Figments of my Mind! I Come Forth Today, with but a Humble Request... Let Me Build A NEW WORLD! And all will Love Me!
The first to speak is Flarco. You have Three. Use one of them for your stories. You don't need a seperate world for what will surely be another failed venture.
Flint shouts out in his usual madness next. Your ideas are good, but you know what they need? More funny. Farts. References to old television shows and pro wrestling! SPEAKING IN ALL CAPS! It's funnier that way! You know what would be cool? Wrestling fanfics! Do that instead!
Marco then gets his say. Your ideas are stupid and poorly thought out. "Roger Williams Mystery Theatre"? The theologian who created the Rhode Island colony? What can you possibly do with that? Think things through before you do them, moron!
...I have failed. All three facets of my subconscious are in complete disagreement about this new world. Which puts my brain at an imbalance. Without equilibrium, I cannot creat. Thus, no new world. A civilization dies before it is even created.
...Anyone interested in a fanfic staring Roger Williams?
-Flint
