Game Of Playgrounds
I can safely say that I can be a bit of a book hipster at times. I loved reading the Forgotten Realms books in middle school. I took joy in being the only person I knew to read multiple Robert Jordan novels in 8th grade. I took a special joy at having introduced my friends to Game of Thrones, quite accidentally, at Kingdom Con and seeing them all, and subsequently the world, delve into what I consider to be some of the finest literature I’ve read.
I was also madly in love with Animorphs when I was in elementary school and middle school. Ok, I’ll admit that everyone thought that was the coolest back then so it wasn’t very hipster-esque. I will admit, however shamefully, that I wrote and constantly thought up Mary Sue styled Animorph fan fic in those times and when my mind drifts off, I still find myself imagining those worlds and story lines that I once created. Oh god, you know too much.
You may be able to see a pattern here, that being that all of these titles are fantasy or sci fi. I kind of have a thing for that. As a kid, I was always obsessed with fantasy realms. Things that were not my life and what I lived. I thought up stories or action sequences or interesting scenes. I played video games and read books and day dreamed. All of this is what I grew up with and frankly, hasn’t changed one bit. I still imagine playing missile command when I’m not driving. I still have game stories stuck in my mind and I am constantly absent-mindedly strategizing on how to eliminate the Yeerk threat to our planet.
I have a feeling that about five people will understand me on that last one.
Maybe all this fantasy loving stuff is a sign that I’m messed up. I mean, what’s up with a person that can’t live in reality, has their focus elsewhere in some imaginary land, and thinks they have the audacity to publish comics to the internet?! A bold man. a rogue. Someone who possibly has too much time and a strange interest in type.
-Sean
Damn its been a Looooooooooooooooong time….but I remember, and I do understand. when I thought to myself about whether to be proud of myself or ashamed I came to this conclusion…
WOOT! #1 of 5! MY COMPREHENSION IS THE CORE OF THE CONFUSING CONUNDRUM!
Perhaps we can start a Fan-Fic Anonymous. Hello, my name is Sean…
Don’t forget that road block you used to use as a gun, shooting imaginary things out the window while being driven down the road.
That was technically a railroad crossing 😉