Chapter 6: A Very Strange Agony
Alternatively: Heeeere, pussy, pussy, pussy!

( For your sake I'll talk like a sage [and ***k like an animal]. )

Mainly, I'm trying to figure out how to run an entire story off of Author Appeal, since such stories may be distinctly mediocre (and unnerving as a glimpse into the author's psyche) but at least get written. At best guess, it's going to involve a narcissistic, ehem, protagonist who manages to break a dystopia through sheer selfish hatred of its ugliness and wastefulness, only to get harshly called out by a Purity Sue of dubious judgment* for their methods, and eventually be vanquished by the Forces of Goodness... who uncomfortably reflect afterwards that they might not have been able to bring about a better world without the protagonist's fucking around in the first place.

(*Along the lines of 'Why do you think a sweet man like Sir Obvious Ulterior Motives would have any interest in manipulating me? :D' and 'My Righteous Plan is backfiring massively? ...Clearly we need MOAR! That will take care of all its problems! >:D'. Sadly... you think I'm making up those examples as a deconstruction? No. And lifelong-Humilation-Conga no. Though Mary Queen of Scots was more a walking deconstruction of Heart-over-Head than Purity Sueism, Mary of England was an intelligent, good-hearted woman with a painfully tragic adolescence, capable of great courage, generosity, and charisma, who is best remembered for sending nearly three hundred people to die in agony at the stake over five short years. Um. Yes. Moving on...)

Of course, the problems are obvious. Hideously preachy, for one; trying far too hard to be ~nuanced~, for two; possessed of dubiously-sympathetic characters, for three...

Well, it's an idea, at any rate. I can figure out how to make the potential audience less likely to pelt me with rotten fruit later...