it's been three years since my last relapse into it and holy shit I don't think I've actually tried to comprehend it before but I sure fucking wish I hadn't what the fuck everything is absolutely fucking insane and like self-replicating infinite layers of meta down :copium:
I have so many fucking questions and I'm going to vent under spoiler tag
What the fuck is canon. What the fuck is L🎱 rd English (besides caliborn) and what is the extent of his powers. What the fuck is paradox space. What the fuck is juju. What the fuck is the green sun. What the fuck are the horrorterrors. What the fuck is the incipisphere. How the fuck does the scratch work. How the fuck does death work. How the fuck does time work. How the fuck does the power system work. What the fuck is Sburb and why does it exist and how does it exist and what is its purpose and what the fuck
I am aware of the literal fucking mechanic that is Weird Plot Shit. I refuse to apply it until I know there is no reasonable explanation.
This shit is unironically harder to understand then King Crimson if you'd literally only read the shitty initial scanlations of Vento Aureo. I'm so fucking confused. It's one in the morning. I am literally losing sleep over this shit. I must u n d e r s t a n d.
This is my love/hate relationship with meta. Mostly love. I unironically love metafiction so much it is the embodiment of infinite potential both beyond tropes, referencing tropes and containing tropes but half the time you need to be equipped enough to write a fucking d i s s e r t a t i o n on some of this shit to even begin to comprehend it. I love and hate that. Mostly love but it's also tedious as fuck.
If I am able to comprehend it I will be theoretically able to write something even more meta which is my true goal in life. I want to straight up write the meta equivalent of a necronomicon. You try to think about it and you just instantly fucking go insane. I want to be the reason some fucking bougie academic with a lit degree has a mental breakdown in the shower. This extends much much farther than my beef with the fukuyama-stan prof. I had an absolutely abhorrent english teacher in the seventh grade and I swore vengeance from then on. I want to do the literary equivalent of a Total Perspective Vortex on anyone who dares to try and tell me to annotate something. I wish to bring lovecraftian horror upon anyone who dares to try to interpret my text. This is my purpose. This is my drive. I must accomplish this.