So, I was reading Reddit . . . (how many conversations
started this way?) and someone linked to something in Good Reads and I was curious,
so I clicked on the link. I forget what
the conversation was about because my mind exploded as soon as I saw the
book. I read the reviews and I searched
Wikipedia and then my mind exploded.
LitRPG. I did not know that this
was a thing. I had been doing it for years,
but I never thought it was a thing. My
latest RPG that I was running is being then transcribed by me into a format by
me that fits the description of this form of art. Art?
Literature? Well people are
reading it and people are buying it so it must mean that it is both and people
are, I assume, making a living off of it, so maybe it is a way that I can get
published as a author. Get my world Out There. I have not even read any of this literature
yet. I am not sure that I will. The one that the reddit pointed to was called
Morningwood, and the reviews made me realise that high art it was not, filled
with teenage male Incel wrought boys that describe women’s uses limited to
their bust size and used the literature to masturbate to. This was not good literature, but it might
have room for better stuff. Who knows?
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