This is going to be the most exciting post ever. It’s so exciting, you will wet yourself and fill your diaper and roll around on the floor and mutter in tongues and pull out your hair and molest yourself and pee some more.
I’m totally overselling this, aren’t I?
Point is, it’s an administrative post. Stuff is going on, and I’m going to tell you about it. And you’re going to sit there, and you’re going to love it. Mmmm. Mmm.
The Schedule
The schedule here is changing. We’re going to release two chapters of the story per week, starting next Wednesday. The schedule will officially look like:
Monday: Bonus Materials
Tuesday: A Great Sucking Maw Of Nothingness
Wednesday: Chapter (Odds)
Thursday: Process Chatter, Meandering Piffle (like this post)
Friday: Chapter (Evens)
Saturdays and Sundays are for church and hangovers, in whatever order you decree them to be.
The Story
Our story, The Infi-Net Revolution, continues apace. You see that we’re up to Chapter 10, now. That’s a lie. We’re up to Chapter 41. You just can’t see ‘em yet. But the story takes some crazy turns as the Henley and the Wendig bat the tale back and forth like a cat with a ball of yarn. Or like Pillow Cat with your soul. Or something.
This seems a good time to ask:
Are you enjoying the story? Are you reading the story? Do you fondle yourself when you read the story? Do you even know how you got here? What year is it? Who’s the President? Don’t go into the light!
The Game
Game-chatter continues. Expect more salient gametalk next week. Next Thursday, to be precise.
The Numbers
As mentioned, we intend to be frank about our experiences here on this website. This is an experiment for us, so it’s an experiment for you, too.
The numbers suggest that very few people are actually… reading our story.
The numbers suggest, on the other side, that a phenomenal number of people are interested in our contests and are checking out our game-chatter.
Obviously, this is a good-news/bad-news sit-chee-ay-shun. Good because you’re here for some reason. Less good because you’re not checking out the initial purpose behind this site’s existence, which is an experimental back-and-forth collaborative sci-fantasy fiction process with a Space Vomit design scheme. Good because the contest attracts an explosion of attention. Less good because I don’t know that the attention is lingering after the contest completes.
Can we do more to nudge-nudge you into reading the story? Elbow-elbow? Do you plan on getting caught up once more of the story is revealed? Do you think it’s crap? Do you think it’s awesome but the site gives you eyestrain? Do you hate us? Do we smell? Do you smell? Something smells. Space isn’t supposed to have a smell, but damn if it doesn’t smell like garbage. That’s the problem with space. People think it’s endless, so they just pitch their litter out into the wide open gulf. Fine. Be that way. But that smell isn’t going to unsmell itself, you know.
Where was I?
Oh, right, numbers.
The numbers are overall good. We’ve doubled our numbers every month, but again, that’s attributable to the game talk and contest stuff, and less so to the fiction itself.
The Input
Once more, we open the forum to You, the Constant Reader.
Tell us how we’re doing. Tell us any thoughts you have. Your hopes, your dreams. Your soft-core porn fantasies, like a gauzy French film from the late 80s playing back on Cinemax. Anything at all. We’ll listen. Just come over here and sit on our laps. Warm, and cozy. Like with Santa Claus, but smelling of schnapps.
Mmm. Schnapps.
(No, seriously, give us your input. Don’t make us beg.)
