You are the Author. Fallen star of the Clown’s Eye, itinerant Jubilant of the intercosmic Expanse, and 27th heir of the Garbage Singularity.
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At least, that's who you are when you visit the astral plane (a process that often tends to involve a lot of snoring and drooling)
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You're better known as Julesbilee Cheeroni, or just Jules, by the handful of people who know you at all.
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You live on a very bizarre planet occupied by an adorable but somewhat confused dominant species of silly little bipeds, known as “Earth,” in a country named after some Italian (don't even ASK what those are) and confusingly sharing its name with your continent and also the neighboring continent for some reason (lazy worldbuilding much??), “The United States of America.”
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Where you're from there is a common saying, “nothing ever happens.” But you are aiming to change that.
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You're also the author of a game/manifesto called Jubilation!, or rather, you will be when you actually get the first chapter delivered. This endeavor tends to occupy the bulk of your time, aside from the typical earth-human-american struggle of scrambling all the time to sustain your pursuits without cratering into “poverty,” and “homelessness,” diseases your species invented to describe poor resource allocation and capture of post-industrial abundance.
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Anyway, calling yourself an author may be a little optimistic as of yet. For now, you suppose you're just some kind of avant garde content creator.
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But if the seraphic sprites in your dreams are to be believed (a silly and immature notion, but you often find the world could benefit from a greater sprinkling of these, which you’d rather describe as FUN notions)...
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Then you are one day to carry a wave of celebrants forth to topple a vicious tyrant, and throw a fancy party in his palace.
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Or something like that. The sprites are a little bit funny, like they’re always speaking in a joke that is also a riddle.
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(Between this and the colorful little noses, you’ve taken to calling them clownlings. Subconscious creatures need names after all. Makes the dream journal far more legible.)=>
It’s now been about a month since your big Brand Launch™, which didn’t go quite as well as you maybe secretly unrealistically hoped, but still went slightly better than your more realistic projections, a small initial splash to build off of. You’ve put out sys.print(episodeNum - - 1) updates so far, scattered across a bevy of different sites, and accrued a small but loyal (and growing) following, as well as a few new friends. =>
Internally you're calling it “chapter 0” but so far it's mostly short videos and things formatted like advertisements. You know it'll take awhile for the messaging to come together but you're pushing what's out already as hard as you can. (https://youtu.be/59_3KrwYNyY) (https://julesbilee.newgrounds.com/news/post/1551429) (https://youtube.com/shorts/Md5gAk2mKEk) (https://youtube.com/shorts/NvDKKVeAY8Q)
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You’re also working on a website for your community with nifty interactive features and room for squeezing in more sneaky peripheral content for your game, which you’re pretty excited about. But that's still a ways down the production pipeline. =>
And the full scope of what you’ve planned to implement in and achieve through your content has barely begun to be revealed, so you know it’s only up from here. Just gotta keep moving forward. Stay productive. Laser focused without any distra– ooh what’s this?=>
Oh hell yeah, a new community site related to your favorite obscure weird multimedia project from yesteryear just got made. And wait, it looks like it’s supported by most of the big name fan creators still in the community. Oh and hold up, these forums are… oh this looks interesting.=>
This might not seem like much to the casual internet scroller, but upon opening this page every neuron in your terminally online zillennial brain suddenly starts firing, like some kind of fruity seizure. =>
Images of a simpler, sillier time on the internet, of a kind of community you weren’t sure could still thrive on the modern corporate web, flash before your eyes. You blink, and the account creation page is filled out. You recognize gold when you see it. Sure, there have been other fansites and forums before, but this looks like something different.=>
You’re also suddenly struck in the face with an epiphany, like fabio with a goose inside of a dated meme reference.=>
Years ago, when you got more serious about the politics and brand strategizing stuff, you distanced yourself from your history with this particular community out of a vague sense of cringe. There just comes a time in every young adult’s life, you felt, to move on to greyer pastures. Or perhaps less grey ones, in this instance. And there was a certain reputation you perceived here, one that even with all your eccentricities you were hesitant to be associated with. But you’ve felt that energy fading in recent years, or maybe you’ve just grown willing to embrace your more offbeat interests as you've matured.=>
You did commit to being a full time clown after all. =>
You've also drifted somewhat accidentally into an art style you'd be the first to admit takes more than a little inspiration from the work in question.=>
But more important than any of that, your greedy little influencer piggy nose smells a lively energy here, and the risk of wasted opportunity. And so the goose strikes, you realize the obvious: you should have been skulking about this community accruing friends and future patronage all along.=>
With all this in mind, you decide this forum is as good a place as any to suddenly drop your next update.=>
You proceed to spend entirely too long illustrating this post that the reader just read. (This causes you to sort of miss the launch window traffic – not that anyone would know if you hadn't just told them – but that's fine. You know the real ones are still up in here.)=>
You then connect your brain directly to the reply terminal using your Useful Fictional Object, a common device which can be purchased in any general store on Earth these days, as everyone is aware. You do this just in case any commands happen to drift in while you finish making this silly post and work on your next batch of actual content. =>
You also go ahead and switch the UFO to its ‘abstracted’ mode. You're not entirely sure what this means, but it seems to remove the bulky apparatus from your head without deactivating it, and that's good enough for you.You also take the preemptive measure of depicting yourself in a slightly more iconographic form, to save on labor.
Though you don't hear any disturbing voices immediately calling for you to behave like some kind of wild animal or mishandle the nearest gourd, so you suppose you'll just get back to work for now.
=> Reader: Do what you do best
the revolution is now :o)
> Jules: Take the time to congratulate yourself unironically for contributing to the death of cringe. Then, maybe explain what your game is all about?
> Jules: Honk like a goose and spit on the keyboard.
-KeCh
=> Take the time to congratulate yourself unironically for contributing to the death of cringe.
You feel awash with pride in your recent work, and take the luxury of basking in it for a moment. You may not be viral yet, but you've taken a leap of faith. For years now you've devoted yourself to solving your world’s problems, to saving it, but you always stood in the shadows. So afraid of cultivating the wrong image that you never watered that soil at all. But this summer something finally clicked. The last month represents the most real work you've ever done towards your MISSION, and hell yeah you're proud of it.
You've finally come to understand that cringe is the death of action. So it must be your job to drag action out of its coffin and defibrillate it and throw cringe right on in there in its place and hammer some nails. Or something. You get carried away with the metaphors sometimes.
But instead of drawing all that, you just visualize these thoughts by giving the abstracted depiction of yourself a nice affirming pat on the back.
=>=> Then, maybe explain what your game is all about?
Suddenly you find yourself overwhelmed by the need to explain everything about Jubilation!, the video game/story/manifesto you've been developing, to someone, anyone at all.
This happens to you a lot.
Creating things you can't publish right away for immediate gratification is HARD.
Unfortunately you currently seem to be the only person in this room, and your mutuals are probably sick to death of hearing you workshop your elevator pitch.
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After some consideration, you settle for expressing this energy by rambling at a PNG of your story’s main character about all the great things you're going to accomplish together, like a coder with a duck. You reckon this is marginally better than just talking to yourself.
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Jesus okay, you immediately kind of regret giving yourself a dialogue box. What is this, 2015?
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You spend another little while trying to come up with a better joke to fill said dialogue with, but you're really pretty bad at the elevator pitches and somehow this is the shortest description of the game you've managed, so you just roll with it.
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the revolution is now :o)
=>Allow your login token to expire. Forget the password.
Okay, you do that. What a great decision to make, immediately after starting a supposedly regularly updating adventure on the site. And of course, this being a small and new site, they have yet to implement password reset features. Good one smalls.
You saw that password resets are being implemented soon, so you just make the next batch of panels and pray for speed. This doesn’t pan out, as the reader can probably detect, so you spend a truly absurd amount of time hammering in every past password you can possibly think of, to no avail. After passing an entire day unable to update your adventure, you finally cave and just make a second account.
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Before making the post though, you decide to give your actual login one more try. Not like it can hurt anything.
Wait what? You’re almost 100% sure you tried that password already. Maybe you were locked out for too many wrong attempts? Well, whatever, you suppose it doesn’t really matter. This works. Though you decide to include these extra panels made to explain the new account anyway. No point putting art to waste. And you can tell everyone about your funny L. You then return to your regularly scheduled ethereal commands and… aw cmon.
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=>Honk like a goose and spit on the keyboard.
Risk breaking your keyboard?? The very implement by which you command your array of modern machinery to conduct your artistic labors??? You would never defile your silly picture factory in such a way!
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Besides all the banging your head against it just now, that is. And all the crumbs you get stuck between the keys. But those were accidents! And all the more reason not to introduce a liquid. You wouldn't want to catalyze them out of their stable dry state into some kind of starchy paste. If you did that, you'd actually have to clean the thing.
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You do cavort around and issue some nice bellowing honks though. It's fun to do silly animal noises and impressions, and you're not above a little silly fun. There's just no need to go around damaging your property for it.
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Your vocalizations also scatter some microscopic flecks of spittle, a few of which do land on the keyboard, technically fulfilling the command you were issued in spite of your protestations. The keyboard’s already deprecated cleanliness stat takes a slight hit.
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the revolution is now :o)