Free Palestine
DeviantArt being pro-genocide is... you know what, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Bersnork
I've been writing fan-fiction of the game "Monster Prom" for about a year now. It's been my quarantine project. Something to maintain my sanity. I've been burned-out on it for a couple of months though. Same thing happened to me with Technicolor OCT: I reached a point that felt insurmountable and it was so demoralizing. And then I play video games and sulk about it.
My Dad died on November 27, 2020. Then it was a couple of months of toothache so painful I needed advil for breakfast, lunch and dinner until I could get a tooth yanked out. I was seriously worried that I would never wake up from the anesthetic. I tried to write just enough that people could have an ending just in case I didn't make it. I didn't want to end up like that Berserk guy. 30 years working on something and he never bothered to write that shit down somewhere. Not even a quick post-it note summary.
I'm 35 years old. My Dad made it to 70. If I live as long as he did, then that means I'm middle-aged. My brain sees that and thinks: "Well then I'm practically already dead."
So that's what's happened to me since I kind of left dA, after their horrible new layout.
Technicolor OCT: Teh Edn
Here's how I would have ended it:
The thing with Trucube pointing a gun at the other toon cliffhanger? He would have aimed the gun at Battsy instead.
He'd pull the trigger and... water would come out. She'd get soaked, and then realizing it's not bullets, the stream would lessen and weaken and soften like a dying erection once Trucube stopped squeezing the trigger. The idea is that Battsy just needed to see if one of them would pull the trigger at all, so that they wouldn't hesitate when it came time to assassinate the Mayor later. With an actual gun. She was actually going to let them both live, it was just a test.
Before Battsy can enact swift vengeance for this slight, she would have been interrupted by the biggest earthquake ever. To the point where there'd be television static and then the "signal" comes back, and suddenly everything is in colour.
Wild, not-complimentary colours, but colour all the same.
"...Wait, we were just gonna all GET colour anyway?!"
Characters would learn that they can focus their own colours to be less eye-searing(Trucube would start out with like... green and brown and purple all over, for example). Since everyone has colour, there's no need to obey Mayor Babbit since she no longer has anything they need. So Battsy just organizes an angry mob and deposes her, but not before assuring Trucube that there will be consequences for his actions.
Trucube and the other finalist regard each other, reunite with their respective allies and go their separate ways. In gratitude for the stunt earlier, he suggests Trucube leave the town behind anyway. That a city run by Battsy would have its' own problems.
Comfork approaches Trucube and terminates their friendship. She heard from Battsy that Trucube got her slightly damp and that was the last straw. Trucube stands there in stunned silence. Even some of the toons he tried to protect are flabbergasted by it. Mittens is the one that gets the most visibly upset.
"You stuck by him when he was a selfish jerk! But the moment he tried to do something brave, and stood up for someone else, THAT'S going too far?! Are you insane?!"
Before they can go over to comfort him, Trucube gets slapped in the face with an anchor. The fishing boat captain then shouts: "Land-lubbing douche!".
They try their best to stay by his side, and head into the city to see some celebration occurring. Battsy is the self-proclaimed new leader of the Terrace, and she marks the beginning of the new era by... showing the one cartoon Trucube has ever starred in. On a giant tv screen, to the entire town.
Her revenge:
An embarrassing educational video for children about not eating gum. Trucube is one of three characters dressed as dumb cavemen doing an embarrassing musical number.
"FOOD! FOR EATING!
FOOD. IS. YUM!
BUT GUM IS NOT FOOD
AND FOOD IS NOT. GUM!
FOOD IS FOR PEOPLE!
WHO LIKE. TO. EAT!
BUT IF YOU EAT GUM YOU'LL GET
CAVEMAN FEET!!"
Trucube has already left town by the time Mittens and co. realize he's not in the crowd anymore.
The narration is revealed to be Mittens, at some point in the future. Mittens works at a museum of sorts, archiving the history of the Terrace before the great Colouring. The whole thing is him telling the story of what the Terrace was before. One of the tourists asks what the heck was the point in talking about Trucube when he ultimately didn't really do anything that mattered.
"I think it mattered that he tried. It mattered to the people who survived because of him. He tried to leave a better place for us, and I don't think he failed. Even if it didn't feel like home for him anymore. I hope wherever he is now, it's somewhere he doesn't feel too big or too small."
So yeah, sorry I didn't finish the comic. And I'm sorry it took me so long to just write this cop-out.
END OF LINE
~A.H.
rust
I wonder if I should just write up a summary of how I would have ended it. It's years after anyone noticed or cared anymore.
I mean, nobody is on deviantart anymore either.
who the hell am I even talking to anymore?
why is this important enough for me to feel bad about it but not enough to be able to do it right??