Zirc’s Art Blog

(Song credit)

Wren is a simple man. If it were up to him, he'd spend all day goofing off on his radio show. Unfortunately, ruling the Web Zone means… responsibilities, elaborate LAN parties, and tough security to appease the entity known as the ISP.

There's never a moment he's not stampeding around the city of Broadband, doling out smiles and extra-firm handshakes for of the relentless press. Behind the scenes, he's in charge of the city's logistics (routing land, air, sea traffic), news broadcasts, and defensive firewalls.

Wren only forces his personality a little. Being a router, he's a genuinely gregarious guy and tries to maintain a sense of humor about things. It's his job to form all kinds of connections and make the best impression he can, on any number of devic— er, people!

-The friendly neighborhood spider.

- Has an excitably macho energy that's love-it or hate-it. Slightly dated, but well-meaning.

- Almost a decade old, which is… ancient, in computer-years. Good enough for a school lab or library.

- Chases tangents because he's starved for casual conversation that makes him feel normal.

- Genuine HAM, very fussy about the equipment in his radio station.

- Has a psychic connection with his sibling, the mysterious Modame.

- Seems to have never dated anyone. Not a challenge though, as he's genuinely not interested.

- Technically a boss, an end-stage difficult boss, but he's shy about fighting. Even flinches a bit when you refer to him as 'boss'.

- He's built for the leadership role, everything from his broad personality, to his 10 ft/ 3 m stature, but he doesn't feel it, yanno?

A weird route.

Mr. Ant Tenna is putting on a show for you, but that doesn't matter. Your only goal is to rip back the curtain with mechanical precision. You don't love TV.

TV World thrives on the suspension of disbelief. But now you're interrogating the Lord of Screens. You must know how it all works. You must discover something new to make your time worthwhile. You press for the truth, until it destroys his glamour, his appeal.

Your soul shines so bright, it unsettles the dark. The magic is gone. The color leeches out of Tenna and his world, as he rapidly decays like an old animatronic. Heartbroken, he asks where the magic went.