Sometimes it’s very simple for a concept to go from ‘look at this, this is funny because it is a terrible idea’ to ‘…I think I am eventually going to write this’.

Case in point: hey, I should write some kind of Sherlock Holmes* pastiche set in Azeroth (World of Warcraft)!

And that’s how I went insane.

* honestly more like Great Detective genre in general, but that’s probably the closest thing

In the category of ‘things that seem like genius at 12:30, but which will cause me pain later on’: yeah, the language ‘actually’ spoken by people in this fictional universe is Bulgarian and/or Church Slavonic, and all background text ought to be in early Cyrillic (in spite of the fact that in translation everyone tends to speak in a semi-cartoony British fashion, vagaries of spelling aside).

dashing off to pursue gratuitous foreign languages, this cannot possibly go wrong

From a few days ago. Not sure why I took so long to log it - possibly because I don’t necessarily want this to just turn into Dani’s Dream Journal. But that’s pretty much already happened; it’s the primary thing of note that occurs in my life, rare as it may be.

A vague to waking life, but seemed fairly generic thriller/suspense plot. I think it involved kidnappings and I had to stop them? I was a first-person character in the dream and seemed to be essentially ‘myself’, which is kind of an odd situation in my dreams and could easily be read into.

The primary thing that caused me to try and remember this is that, halfway through or so, everything suddenly became cubical and I obtained a GUI on the bottom part of my view. There wasn’t even a portal of any kind, just hard cut between scenes and also to Minecraft, where everything appeared to continue loosely in tune with the previous plot minus a few clear aberrances for Minecraft Physics.

So this is what happens when you fall asleep watching the Yogscast series. I believe this is the deep moral my subconscious mind was attempting to impart, at any rate.

Perhaps it’s just an inevitability that a world with nonlethal damage by default, a generally overpowered population, and somewhat… mercurial personalities will eventually evolve into a world where everyone fights constant superpowered battles over nothing. I base this theory both on personal experience and on the studies of one Mr. Junya Ota (1995-1998, 2002-present).

I keep thinking up these kinda weird minute details about my characters that will almost definitely never make their way into any actual finished work. Like how Lydia Mycroft owns an entire set of the original issues from ‘Crisis on Infinite Earths’ because her dead older brother bequeathed them to her, and she used to sit down and watch every new BtAS episode with him back when she was 12.

Or how Julien Trevelyan has a dog named ‘Canis Weena Summerlee’, because she* is apparently the sort to give her dog a full name (and have one of those names be ‘Canis’).

On one hand it’s kind of nice that my characters get to the point where I can think ‘yeah, that’s totally what she would name her dog’ but on the other hand it makes me feel crazi… er. Than usual.

[* despite indications Dr. Julien Trevelyan is in fact a female character]

I am driven to post this image anywhere I can periodically.

In other news, Jack Kirby: still awesome.

Annoyance of the day: no sexagenary converter I can find goes back past the early 1900s. Internet, I trusted you! Why must you inconvenience me so?