> be 7
> bored at recess
> invent "whos" and "lice" as microscopic creatures in a battle
> imagine twigs as battlecruisers, trees and rocks as massive cities
> imagine school as massive lousepoo fortress
> whos are basically humans, lice are basically grey-skinned clones
> characters, Peter Brownshit and Emily Greenpiss
> in 5th grade, whos finally blow up louse fortress, and flee to my middle school toilet
> same thing
>mfw I play with shit
> peter and emily have children, orion and pissodedia
> after middle school, peter and emily die escaping the supershit in a giant air battle
> whos wander to a giant tree-city outside my house
> orion takes it from the corrupt leaders and prepares it for war
> imagine my poo as invasion of thousands of louse ships
> vacations become quests by the whos to discover ancient secrets
> lots of characters live and die, story stretches over 40 years
> i am 21 now, and I still imagine this story sometimes, when I go for walks late at night
> about a year ago I was walking through a college I was volunteering at, and imagined a battle I'd been building up to for months staring a new character called Shitzoid McGee
> started writing story
> 300,000 words after a year of writing
> huge outline and blog
> way more detail than I can express in one post, like there is a 30 page outline of this and a 531 page novel in huge fragments as I try to link the different parts of the story together from over 13 years of my life
> one of the only things i have left from my childhood.
>34 now