That's not how Black Butler works...
So I've officially confirmed that dream!me should never try and give a synopsis to anything. Sadly, despite how much I like to boast about knowing about things I like when I'm awake, I managed to get almost everything wrong when I'm dreaming. Take last night for example, where, in my dream, I was asked to explain the plot of the second season of Black Butler. Dream me, surprisingly, approached this with a butt-ton of enthusiasm, but not even before she finished introducing who the cast of the show was she just got everything wrong. Mind you she didn't get to say much, because dream!world attempted to distract her at every turn. Maybe that was me trying to stop her, but her continuing must have been me subconsciously realizing that I fucking hate the second season of Black Butler, and I shouldn't actually be actively trying to stop her from fucking up the basic synopsis. Seriously, shit derailed really quick, though.
The only thing she really got right was in the beginning, where she weaves a tale of this new Master/Butler combo who everyone thought would be the main characters. Beginning to stumble over herself in trying to recall what the fuck Black Butler season two was about, she refers to the as Aloise, which is correct, and then proceeds to fall flat on her face and refers to Claude as "Trancy". Throughout the entire summarizing she proceeded to keep on calling him Trancy, and would actually get that mixed up and would call him Aloise. Strangely, there was no hint of confusion from the person who I was totally bullshitting- and in fact they seemed to be following me pretty well. Things got a little weird, though, when I let slip that Sebastian bamfs out of nowhere with Ciel-in-a-box. I really don't know how I told it exactly, but it was something along the lines of Sebastian not actually needing to be there at all aside from steal the spotlight back from good ol' Aloise and his trusted butler Trancy. And from then on, I totally lost track of canon all together when I suddenly felt the need to go into Aloise's backstory... because that shit is relevant in a conversation about a botched summery of episode one.
"Oh, but Aloise met Trancy before!" I lied, starting to delve deep into the "no, that never even fucking happened" category. It was here I got Claude (or, Trancy as he was still being called) mixed up with Hannah, the maid who makes a deal with Aloise's brother. She suddenly doesn't exist and is replaced by Trancy!Claude. I think dream!me was probably going to tell the story right- thought she never got to it- about how the brother made a deal with a demon to get back at the mean old townspeople, but then she got distracted by the previously mentioned "no, that never even fucking happened", which culminated in Aloise and his brother being these two poor homeless kids who spent most of their time skulking around this cornfield that was booby trapped with landmines. Yeah. A fucking cornfield with a bunch of landmines (this actually culminated in a visible image that dream!me could picture, and I clearly remember the "landmines" being clearly visible as a bunch of tiny flashing red lights scattered all over the field... cos that's how landmines work.) Subconsciously, I must have known that the synopsis had completely jumped the tracks and would forever remain derailed after landmine cornfield, because dream!me actually never got passed it, and something else happened within the dream to stop my story-telling indefinitely.
Drifting away from that topic, but speaking of story-telling, I finally released the first chapter of Armageddon Angels, a project I'm certain no one actually believed would culminate into anything aside from artwork and the occasional masturbatory short story. The actual writing of it was slow, and it pretty much came down to me having to finish it in a place where I had no internet access to distract me from my work. Maybe I should just relocate myself to the middle of fucking nowhere every time I need to write something, seeing as there was this crazy jump in productivity from the story being five pages, to seventeen pages long. What I'm worried about now is the chapters that will follow... or lack thereof. In hindsight, maybe I should have done more planning with Shun about what the balls Kain even does, since, aside from having a brief run in with the "ambiguously gay duo" of the series and getting stopped by Azrael and Lana, there's really no meat in between him leaving to go save Sorano (this story's token damsel in distress) and him getting to where she's being kept. It may have something to do with everything we have planned for him is pretty much still in "fighting game mode" where you just play as someone and fight your way to your main goal and don't need a lot of explanation as to why. There's a bad guy in your way, so you wall-rape them into submission and then you go on your way to the next bad guy. Not to say there isn't potential in his story (there damn well is, I'm sure) but we actually haven't planned it... even though the writing process of the story has begun... I'm pretty sure a famous person in film was famed to have actually done something similar...
Kain's plot just needs a little more meat on it's bones aside from him just fighting people on his way to Sorano and the antagonist of the story, Michael. It's like we have two really nice slices of bread- like really tasty, freshly toasted slices. But all we have in the middle is lettuce, and that's a crap sandwich. We just need to shove some meat in there and then it will be acceptable for consumption.
...Damn, now I really want a sandwich.
The only thing she really got right was in the beginning, where she weaves a tale of this new Master/Butler combo who everyone thought would be the main characters. Beginning to stumble over herself in trying to recall what the fuck Black Butler season two was about, she refers to the as Aloise, which is correct, and then proceeds to fall flat on her face and refers to Claude as "Trancy". Throughout the entire summarizing she proceeded to keep on calling him Trancy, and would actually get that mixed up and would call him Aloise. Strangely, there was no hint of confusion from the person who I was totally bullshitting- and in fact they seemed to be following me pretty well. Things got a little weird, though, when I let slip that Sebastian bamfs out of nowhere with Ciel-in-a-box. I really don't know how I told it exactly, but it was something along the lines of Sebastian not actually needing to be there at all aside from steal the spotlight back from good ol' Aloise and his trusted butler Trancy. And from then on, I totally lost track of canon all together when I suddenly felt the need to go into Aloise's backstory... because that shit is relevant in a conversation about a botched summery of episode one.
"Oh, but Aloise met Trancy before!" I lied, starting to delve deep into the "no, that never even fucking happened" category. It was here I got Claude (or, Trancy as he was still being called) mixed up with Hannah, the maid who makes a deal with Aloise's brother. She suddenly doesn't exist and is replaced by Trancy!Claude. I think dream!me was probably going to tell the story right- thought she never got to it- about how the brother made a deal with a demon to get back at the mean old townspeople, but then she got distracted by the previously mentioned "no, that never even fucking happened", which culminated in Aloise and his brother being these two poor homeless kids who spent most of their time skulking around this cornfield that was booby trapped with landmines. Yeah. A fucking cornfield with a bunch of landmines (this actually culminated in a visible image that dream!me could picture, and I clearly remember the "landmines" being clearly visible as a bunch of tiny flashing red lights scattered all over the field... cos that's how landmines work.) Subconsciously, I must have known that the synopsis had completely jumped the tracks and would forever remain derailed after landmine cornfield, because dream!me actually never got passed it, and something else happened within the dream to stop my story-telling indefinitely.
Drifting away from that topic, but speaking of story-telling, I finally released the first chapter of Armageddon Angels, a project I'm certain no one actually believed would culminate into anything aside from artwork and the occasional masturbatory short story. The actual writing of it was slow, and it pretty much came down to me having to finish it in a place where I had no internet access to distract me from my work. Maybe I should just relocate myself to the middle of fucking nowhere every time I need to write something, seeing as there was this crazy jump in productivity from the story being five pages, to seventeen pages long. What I'm worried about now is the chapters that will follow... or lack thereof. In hindsight, maybe I should have done more planning with Shun about what the balls Kain even does, since, aside from having a brief run in with the "ambiguously gay duo" of the series and getting stopped by Azrael and Lana, there's really no meat in between him leaving to go save Sorano (this story's token damsel in distress) and him getting to where she's being kept. It may have something to do with everything we have planned for him is pretty much still in "fighting game mode" where you just play as someone and fight your way to your main goal and don't need a lot of explanation as to why. There's a bad guy in your way, so you wall-rape them into submission and then you go on your way to the next bad guy. Not to say there isn't potential in his story (there damn well is, I'm sure) but we actually haven't planned it... even though the writing process of the story has begun... I'm pretty sure a famous person in film was famed to have actually done something similar...
Kain's plot just needs a little more meat on it's bones aside from him just fighting people on his way to Sorano and the antagonist of the story, Michael. It's like we have two really nice slices of bread- like really tasty, freshly toasted slices. But all we have in the middle is lettuce, and that's a crap sandwich. We just need to shove some meat in there and then it will be acceptable for consumption.
...Damn, now I really want a sandwich.