Good fanfiction stems from an original story that is almost, but not quite good. Maybe better said, from a story that has all but one of the pieces to be great, but lacks that one thing.Alright, it's official. I quit.
I stalled out on this story because I tried to read Worm for it. In my hubris, I says to myself, I says, "if you managed to read the collected works of Charles fucking Dickens for school, there is no amount of inane drivel you cannot force yourself to read."
Oh boy, was I wrong.
I love so much shit this world has in it. I love Tattletale and her smug psychic act. I love Amy, the biokinetic healer who takes more shit than anyone should ever have to and still keeps fucking trying long after it breaks her. I love the people who all try to do something right, something half decent, to keep the world spinning even though it's all gone to shit.
I love the unrepentant villains who all lash out at a world that's always hated them like Jean Valjean had never met a bishop. I love the people who work for their own self interest because they have as little love for costumed villainy as they do for heroics. I love people taking the hand they're dealt and playing to win, even if they're holding nothing but a five of spades and a seven of diamonds.
But God.
Fucking.
Dammit.
I just can't fucking read this shit.
Taylor seems like everyone's darling in the fandom but all I see is someone who is goddamn allergic to sense, and it drives me up the goddamn wall.
Everything is bad on a level of grimderp that honest to God makes Warhammer look chipper.
And don't get me started on how hard it is to deal with the goddamn Warrior in a storytelling context. It's the original Space Flea From Nowhere and it doesn't even make internal sense because, guess what, it's goddamn insane!
Not too mention the sheer ridiculousness of the apocalypse kicking off because someone asks it if it's ever considered murder as a hobby.
To top it all off, I just can't look at Wildbow's writing. At this point it's actually a physical aversion. I'll pull the Parahumans site up and go to my last chapter and I just
Can't.
See.
The words.
They're just not there. I can't look at them because my mind refuses to read another word about this stupid story that I really desperately want to love but can't force myself to. I don't have the words to explain precisely what they make me feel, just a suspicion that, were I and Wildbow to touch each other, we would annihilate in an explosion which might be the final push the US needs to send Florida out to sea for good.
So yeah.
This one is officially Abandoned.
I also have an interest in reading the original Worm story after I manage to find out about Worm in fanfiction and after that I tried to read Worm and it's like some people said in the thread it's so much grimderp in that story that I cannot even read it pass through The Gestation Arc. I want to make a SI story but didn't have the confidence because my own grammar is still bad, my knowledge about Wormverse is still lacking, and I still need more research to finally make my own story be decent enough but I cannot even read it pass the first arc because like you said the protagonist is someone who is allergic to common sense also in every Wormverse there is always the same problem the shitty authorities and The Big Bad C who somehow trying to act like last batalion to humanity but somehow make an idiot of themselves in the process(the last one is my opinion in some story that explained Cauldron idiocy).Alright, it's official. I quit.
I stalled out on this story because I tried to read Worm for it. In my hubris, I says to myself, I says, "if you managed to read the collected works of Charles fucking Dickens for school, there is no amount of inane drivel you cannot force yourself to read."
Oh boy, was I wrong.
I love so much shit this world has in it. I love Tattletale and her smug psychic act. I love Amy, the biokinetic healer who takes more shit than anyone should ever have to and still keeps fucking trying long after it breaks her. I love the people who all try to do something right, something half decent, to keep the world spinning even though it's all gone to shit.
I love the unrepentant villains who all lash out at a world that's always hated them like Jean Valjean had never met a bishop. I love the people who work for their own self interest because they have as little love for costumed villainy as they do for heroics. I love people taking the hand they're dealt and playing to win, even if they're holding nothing but a five of spades and a seven of diamonds.
But God.
Fucking.
Dammit.
I just can't fucking read this shit.
Taylor seems like everyone's darling in the fandom but all I see is someone who is goddamn allergic to sense, and it drives me up the goddamn wall.
Everything is bad on a level of grimderp that honest to God makes Warhammer look chipper.
And don't get me started on how hard it is to deal with the goddamn Warrior in a storytelling context. It's the original Space Flea From Nowhere and it doesn't even make internal sense because, guess what, it's goddamn insane!
Not too mention the sheer ridiculousness of the apocalypse kicking off because someone asks it if it's ever considered murder as a hobby.
To top it all off, I just can't look at Wildbow's writing. At this point it's actually a physical aversion. I'll pull the Parahumans site up and go to my last chapter and I just
Can't.
See.
The words.
They're just not there. I can't look at them because my mind refuses to read another word about this stupid story that I really desperately want to love but can't force myself to. I don't have the words to explain precisely what they make me feel, just a suspicion that, were I and Wildbow to touch each other, we would annihilate in an explosion which might be the final push the US needs to send Florida out to sea for good.
So yeah.
This one is officially Abandoned.
... was that all one sentence? The grammar makes your post very difficult to parse. I think I partly or mostly get what's being said (a summary of Taylor's situation as it affects her mental state), but does anyone want to translate it?Here is why she makes so many mistakes one she is living in a pore not pore scenario poor die her father is a shipyard doc worker her mother died she and her father blames themselves she goes to a gang infested poorly funded corrupt school her only friend betrayed and betray's her along with her tormentors everyone in authority is sweeping it all under the carpet the cops are lazy and corrupt she's isolated alone and can't trust others and she like twelve fifteen ish awkward unsolized she has severely poor self image and the only reason she doesn't comment suicide is her stubbornness is barely stronger.