BiscuitHammer
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Biscuit's log, Stardate 99516.09. Had a weird dream where Lit had joined the meta craze. Every room in the forum was now it's own virtual space you could interact in with an avatar more or less based on you.
My avatar was wearing my 'Pink Freud- Dark Side Of Your Mom' t-shirt and my long hair was always flowing in an inexplicable breeze. I was sitting in a Viking chair, talking with other authors while drinking mead, but we would be interruptedby the occasional rampaging discharge of incels, or come under attack by Smut-Zulus.
Chloe was armed to the teeth.
Simon and EB were stuck in a round room together and if anyone opened the door, their face melted off because of the wall of contentious sound that came out.
The Author's Hangout was more or less a giant room surrounded by balconies and even gantries with endless numbers of books, each one of them a story we had yet to finish.
The website itself was basically a street market at night, mostly pleasant and quaint, with erotic symbology and images everywhere. The categories were all clearly marked along the street, so readers knew where to look.
I/T showed silhouettes of a male and female and a kid with three arms and two heads was standing between them.
Lesbian showed a silhouette of two women tribbing. (Duh)
Humor/Satire showed a laughing mask with a dick in its mouth.
Fantasy/Sci-fi had a silhouette of a hot, busty android, and a hypersexualized anime catgirl.
N-C was a ballgag and a whip...
You get the idea.
Anyhoo, if you selected an author's story to read, you literally picked up a book and opened it, in which case you had access to the text. Authors were all listed alphabetically and with a small symbol system about their scores and ratings and followers.
Random events seemed to shake the entire place up occasionally (no idea what that was meant to symbolize), and the algorithm saw to it that the bookshelves were updating constantly.
So yes, that's where my mind went last night after I'd fallen asleep.
Yes, I had four glasses of absinthe before I'd laid my head on the pillow.
I really need my laptop fixed so I can start writing again, clearly the deficit is wearing on me...
Thought I'd share.
I also oughta write this idea out as a story somehow. Stardate 99516.13
My avatar was wearing my 'Pink Freud- Dark Side Of Your Mom' t-shirt and my long hair was always flowing in an inexplicable breeze. I was sitting in a Viking chair, talking with other authors while drinking mead, but we would be interruptedby the occasional rampaging discharge of incels, or come under attack by Smut-Zulus.
Chloe was armed to the teeth.
Simon and EB were stuck in a round room together and if anyone opened the door, their face melted off because of the wall of contentious sound that came out.
The Author's Hangout was more or less a giant room surrounded by balconies and even gantries with endless numbers of books, each one of them a story we had yet to finish.
The website itself was basically a street market at night, mostly pleasant and quaint, with erotic symbology and images everywhere. The categories were all clearly marked along the street, so readers knew where to look.
I/T showed silhouettes of a male and female and a kid with three arms and two heads was standing between them.
Lesbian showed a silhouette of two women tribbing. (Duh)
Humor/Satire showed a laughing mask with a dick in its mouth.
Fantasy/Sci-fi had a silhouette of a hot, busty android, and a hypersexualized anime catgirl.
N-C was a ballgag and a whip...
You get the idea.
Anyhoo, if you selected an author's story to read, you literally picked up a book and opened it, in which case you had access to the text. Authors were all listed alphabetically and with a small symbol system about their scores and ratings and followers.
Random events seemed to shake the entire place up occasionally (no idea what that was meant to symbolize), and the algorithm saw to it that the bookshelves were updating constantly.
So yes, that's where my mind went last night after I'd fallen asleep.
Yes, I had four glasses of absinthe before I'd laid my head on the pillow.
I really need my laptop fixed so I can start writing again, clearly the deficit is wearing on me...
Thought I'd share.
I also oughta write this idea out as a story somehow. Stardate 99516.13
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