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)
