(Audience) One of Those Things

Posted on April 5, 2005 by Jenna

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It’s one of those things.

It’s one of those inevitable things.

You know?

I mean, there was a happy ending, and that’s great, but consequences unfurl—

Like they do—

And now, a coupla decades later, the whole world has lost its meaning. I mean, all the stuff is still there, and the processes, but none of it means anything.

Is it a growing pain? Is it a side effect? Is it something else?

Enter the Qwik Club, an extraordinary league of children who like to drink Qwik and read the collected volumes of _Hitherby Dragons._

“I’d like things to mean something,” says the head of the club.

That’s how it starts. That’s the first fragile thread of the rebuilding. But what will things mean?

Time for the Qwik Club to leap into action!

(Here are the rules:

You can post legends of your own in response to any post marked (Audience).

It’s recommended that you use them to think through the implications of a guess you have about what’s going on in Hitherby Dragons! Like “the legend where Martin is an angel” and “the legend where Martin is something fundamentally new.”

I won’t steal your ideas, but I get to if I want, and I’m definitely allowed to be inspired if you happen to inspire me. Or even just if I want to make an amusing parallelism between the work and the audience-told legends. I’m also allowed to just skim the legends rather than read them in depth. Or even ignore them! These are all basically legally necessary things.

Hitherby Dragons characters that show up in your legends aren’t Hitherby Dragons characters—they’re being played by members of the Qwik Club!

You can develop your own character set and names set, or you can share them with other legends posted in response to an (Audience) post. You can also start (Audience) threads in the forums on maps.

That does mean that you shouldn’t get offended if someone else posts featuring one of your Qwik Club characters.

For reference: why, yes, the concept of the Qwik Club restoring meaning to the world is inherently a legend form of a story yet to be told, although it is not currently a story I actually plan to ever tell.

If no one posts, then I won’t do this again. ^_^)