pondering a place.

[schmifeaffirming]

So-- So wait. Hooooold the phone here. Way I'm hearing all of this is that, and correct me if I'm wrong. It'd be me getting set up in a place where I'm gonna be on camera. Twenty-four seven. Starring in my own specialized blockbuster slaughterfest for an adoring crowd?

And you're waiting to do something to start this ball rolling... Be...cause... Why??

Come on, you fucking crazy bitch, this is perfect! I mean, the writing thing was great, I'm not gonna give that up, it's not like you can anyway, it's just. That whole creative flow, y'know? That's not something you just turn off - Marty knows that, hell, not even being an alcoholic bastard stops him, god love the guy - but that's not the point. The point is that-- You're doing much better than that overpaid schmuck of an agent I had. Telling me I got no talent, what a fucking piece of bullshit that was. So.

Let's do this thing! Yeah! Wonder how big a gun I'll get, I mean, they're gonna wanna a show, right? Can't do that without a shitload of firepower to sweep those ratings.

Comments

[downbeat]

How could this be something you fucking want?

[schmifeaffirming]

Hey, n- Wow, rude? Very rude, sir, you should be more tolerant, all right? Respect that some people are different, okay?

Now to answer your question - course it's something I fucking want! How th- What? Why do you even have to ask, Christ. It's getting to be famous! Household name and everything! You can't get better exposure like that, and it's doing something that, you know, not to brag or some shit like that, but something that I'm kind of pretty good at.

[downbeat]

There are better paths to fame and recognition than being known as "that bloke who killed the most people in some death match" or-- or-- or "that man we uncomfortably watched die for the last twenty fucking minutes!"

[schmifeaffirming]

...But this is easy. And right h- Entertainment's gotta have violence, that's what makes it good, and because if you don't have the violence, then the whole peaceful resolution at the end feels stupid and fake 'cause you've had it the whole time and it's just. Don't you know how to write shit? God. Conflict's the gooey center, man, you just gotta bite.

Unless you're one of those pansy indie types - bet you like Wes Anderson movies, don't you. Pfffffft.

[downbeat]

I know how to write. Which is-- Which is exactly the issue here, because you're not fucking writing, you're not fucking writing, you're just running around in clothing that someone else has given you and you're trying to survive. There's not one fucking drop of craft behind that! Calling something like that art is--

It's lowest common denominator. It's fucking insulting, is what it is.

[mannersmatter]

That's the spirit!

Although, if you're in my district, well...we'll work on your presentation a bit.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Glad someone's excited about it. Consider it research for your unofficial Battle Royale sequel.

[nightlightheart]

Yeah, this place is definitely in need of another psychopath...

No offense.