Brain Storms in The Uninspired Mind

I think for the first time in my life I want to write a reader insert fanfic and it's all The Amazing Digital Circus' fault.

No no....

Someone scavenges the old C&A building and swipes the computer that the Circus is living in and tries to pawn it or something.

And through some avenue it comes to you. Maybe you work at a locally owned computer repair place and it's your job to go through the computers your boss buys for spare parts, or maybe you bought it for your hobby or because you're building your own tower and you realized the stuff in this old thing you saw at the pawn shop is way more powerful than anything you've seen and you're getting it for a steal. Whatever.

ANYWAY, it's in your hands now. Complete with the headset, but it's broken and it looks like a knock off so it's just part of the deal. All it really needs is a few wires but no one was looking that closely.

So you boot up the thing and poke around on it. And you find this thing that looks like a video game called "The Amazing Digital Circus". It's not the only thing on it, but it's the biggest program.

Upon opening it you think you're proven correct. There's a start screen and an option to name your character. Even a character creation screen, but all you can seem to do is pick a wooden artist doll and change it's color. Weird

You go through the motions and then the game starts. You're standing on a stage and a bunch of odd looking characters are looking at you. If you hover your curser over any of them a name appears.

You expect the game to get going, but instead the characters all start talking amongst themselves.

They seem very confused and concerned about the sudden appearance of your character. One of them, the guy who looks like dentures, says he panicked because no one had ever used the interface this way before and he had to do it all on the fly.

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Do you recall that one Tumblr post about furry artists making more money than doctors, where the punchline is like "yeah, but you can't ask your doctor to draw you [some furry art]" and the reply is "you could if you weren't a coward".

Someone illustrated that post and it was whoever made the first post up on a stage like they were presenting something and the reblogs were people in the audience.

That is how I, and at least a few other people I'm sure, view Tumblr.

The problem here, is that the other way people view Tumblr is that their blogs are not public stages to them, they are some private safe space. Or shouting into the void or something.

Tumblr can seem both very populated and entirely empty at the same time. So these two viewpoints make sense.

I offered up a random thought on one of your posts because someone I follow reblogged it. Meaning it breached the containment of your safe space and it became a publicly shared statement.

I didn't go onto your blog and just find something you said to shit on. If I had then your comparison to me clinbing in your window might make a little more sense. I DID go onto your blog and stumbled upon this, because I decided to look into the person I had an awkward interaction with, but like... before that, no.

Also, while I can retroactively respect that you didn't want to have a conversation about your post, I feel like what I said had a point and wasn't a terrible opening to conversation?

You said you want to see more cheating storylines, I said because of my viewpoint I tend to find them boring because they focus on sex. That isn't me just shitting on something you like, that's a conversation opener. And like, heaven forbid I think a public post about something you're interested in might be a place where you want to talk about what you like about it?

Alright, I think I'm done. I said my piece.

I SCREAMED ALOUD