Wendigoon Thread

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I remember somebody trying to sell me on Marble Hornets on Xbox Live during the first "season" and the mics were so shit back then I thought he was saying "Marvel Hornets" and "Thunderman" and it painted a way more interesting picture of a Watchmen-esque interdimensional capeshit conspiracy Grant Morrison fever dream than what I ended up getting. Still the only ARG I ever enjoyed though, had a great time speculating about what precisely the fuck. Until they came back from hiatus and fucked up everybody's pet theories.
 
Super fun episode. Wendi was appropriately screamy without playing it up too much, like genuine "AHHH oh shoot the jumpscare got me again." and then he's tensed up and relaxes when the jump scares don't come which I think is a strength of the series

Seems like Wendi has seen it but genuinely remembers very little of it (he doesn't know Masky's true identity, he does have a cheat sheet for all the codes which is a good idea) and as always Meat knows nothing about it. Seems like they're both really enjoying it, as am I. I was a little worried it wouldn't be as good as I remembered and it really does hold up

This was my number one pick for creepTV and I'm glad they didn't fuck it up lol
 
Unironically I think this story might be the author's escapist daydreams brought to prose. That's the only explanation I can think of for why this story is the way it is:
  • Thomas is a one-dimensional protagonist whose only defining traits are that he simps for Rachel and he's unirconially fucking retarted, and who reads more as a spectator for the story to happen around than an actual character. And isn't so convenient that he's the super special guy that Rachel was talking to and could contain the magic tree nut?
  • There's no conflict, and what might count for it is resolved immediately afterwards. Plot threads are introduced just as quickly as they're tossed away, and by the end the story's shifted so far it's no longer about some guy peeping on a girl for money.
  • Even the whole part with the basement and the house reads like something  I would come up with (only replace the deserted island with vast prairies). That's actually what tipped me off in the first place.

So, yeah, the story sucks because I don't think it's a real story. It had us hooked at the start with a cool mystery, but that was all a ruse. There's not even any horror, either, so why is it on nosleep?

Video was fun though, at least up until they realized what was going and just gave up. I'd even consider this an unofficial sequel to their The Thing in the Basement video.

E: Actually maybe I should have finished the video before making my write-up...

E2: Even the whole job thing seems like wish fulfillment now that I think about it, getting paid that much for so little work. Thomas could have just as easily gotten paid to do a long-term study and it wouldn't have changed the story at all.
I think the author wanted to write a story staring a retard and then lost the plot(literally).
 
painted a way more interesting picture of a Watchmen-esque interdimensional capeshit conspiracy Grant Morrison fever dream than what I ended up getting
You know, coincidentally Alan Moore did recently write a short story called "What We Can Know About Thunderman" that's really trippy at times. Funny how that is.

I think the author wanted to write a story staring a retard and then lost the plot(literally).
Yeah, upon rewatch I realize the author is a lot more competent than I was first making him out to be. My criticisms still stand though, even if my theory wasn't true, and his story is hot garbage.

Wouldn't discard the idea that the guy might be a tard himself. I mean, he's written dozens of stories, and most of them are all part of some grand, interconnected universe that I cannot even begin to fathom, let alone summarize what it's all about. And this universe is called The Seven Realms (archive) and it's all really, really gay.
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Please, nobody ever do this. It's not clever and all you're doing is watering down your stories while making it harder for people to get into your work. All that endless lore is only for people already deeply invested in a story / game / whatever, not the reason people get into it in the first place.
 
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Wouldn't discard the idea that the guy might be a tard himself. I mean, he's written dozens of stories, and most of them are all part of some grand, interconnected universe that I cannot even begin to fathom, let alone summarize what it's all about. And this universe is called The Seven Realms (archive) and it's all really, really gay.
whythefuckisthissobiggg.jpgfair.PNG
Please, nobody ever do this. It's not clever and all you're doing is watering down your stories while making it harder for people to get into your work. All that endless lore is only for people already deeply invested in a story / game / whatever, not the reason people get into it in the first place.
This feels like someone heard of the Dark Tower but never actually read it.
 

I'm a little too busy today to pay full attention to this one today so I'll have to relisten to it while I'm driving around tomorrow. Seems like super goofy fun though. It's from the perspective of a gas station clerk who's been out of fucks to give for a good long while, with just some really funny lines whenever I pay attention for a second. So far nothing particularly spoopy that I've caught, one of them described it as "A mildly supernatural Clerks" which works I think

This excerpt really got me

Kieffer came into the store again today and made some thinly-veiled threats. He asked about Diego, too, but I told him that I was tired of being the go-between and that if he had business with Diego, he needed to take it up with Diego. That’s when Kieffer started getting weird.

“You know this place is just a big experiment, and you’re the little mouse?”

I asked Kieffer to buy something or leave, so he bought a pack of toothpaste, then started to undress in the store and rub the toothpaste on his naked body.

“They tell me that something is wrong with your brain. Is that true?”

I tried to be polite and avert my eyes as I answered, “Yeah.”

“You have some kind of mental condition?”

I answered again, “Yeah.”

“That’s too bad.”

At this point, Kieffer was completely naked. He walked over to the frozen drink machine and filled a large cup with the sugary red concoction before turning it upside down on top of his head. Then he shook himself violently like a wet dog, flinging bits of cold, sticky debris across everything from the ceiling to the walls. Some of it even landing on my face, but I tried not to let him see my flinch. I knew this was all just an attempt to intimidate me, and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“What is it, exactly?” He asked as he crossed back to where his pile of clothes waited for him.

“What?” I asked.

“What is your condition? Paranoia? Schizophrenia? The gay?”
 

I'm a little too busy today to pay full attention to this one today so I'll have to relisten to it while I'm driving around tomorrow. Seems like super goofy fun though. It's from the perspective of a gas station clerk who's been out of fucks to give for a good long while, with just some really funny lines whenever I pay attention for a second. So far nothing particularly spoopy that I've caught, one of them described it as "A mildly supernatural Clerks" which works I think

This excerpt really got me

Kieffer came into the store again today and made some thinly-veiled threats. He asked about Diego, too, but I told him that I was tired of being the go-between and that if he had business with Diego, he needed to take it up with Diego. That’s when Kieffer started getting weird.

“You know this place is just a big experiment, and you’re the little mouse?”

I asked Kieffer to buy something or leave, so he bought a pack of toothpaste, then started to undress in the store and rub the toothpaste on his naked body.

“They tell me that something is wrong with your brain. Is that true?”

I tried to be polite and avert my eyes as I answered, “Yeah.”

“You have some kind of mental condition?”

I answered again, “Yeah.”

“That’s too bad.”

At this point, Kieffer was completely naked. He walked over to the frozen drink machine and filled a large cup with the sugary red concoction before turning it upside down on top of his head. Then he shook himself violently like a wet dog, flinging bits of cold, sticky debris across everything from the ceiling to the walls. Some of it even landing on my face, but I tried not to let him see my flinch. I knew this was all just an attempt to intimidate me, and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“What is it, exactly?” He asked as he crossed back to where his pile of clothes waited for him.

“What?” I asked.

“What is your condition? Paranoia? Schizophrenia? The gay?”
I hate hunter's red finger nails, they make it look like he has the hands of a fat woman or a tranny.
 

I'm a little too busy today to pay full attention to this one today so I'll have to relisten to it while I'm driving around tomorrow. Seems like super goofy fun though. It's from the perspective of a gas station clerk who's been out of fucks to give for a good long while, with just some really funny lines whenever I pay attention for a second. So far nothing particularly spoopy that I've caught, one of them described it as "A mildly supernatural Clerks" which works I think

This excerpt really got me

Kieffer came into the store again today and made some thinly-veiled threats. He asked about Diego, too, but I told him that I was tired of being the go-between and that if he had business with Diego, he needed to take it up with Diego. That’s when Kieffer started getting weird.

“You know this place is just a big experiment, and you’re the little mouse?”

I asked Kieffer to buy something or leave, so he bought a pack of toothpaste, then started to undress in the store and rub the toothpaste on his naked body.

“They tell me that something is wrong with your brain. Is that true?”

I tried to be polite and avert my eyes as I answered, “Yeah.”

“You have some kind of mental condition?”

I answered again, “Yeah.”

“That’s too bad.”

At this point, Kieffer was completely naked. He walked over to the frozen drink machine and filled a large cup with the sugary red concoction before turning it upside down on top of his head. Then he shook himself violently like a wet dog, flinging bits of cold, sticky debris across everything from the ceiling to the walls. Some of it even landing on my face, but I tried not to let him see my flinch. I knew this was all just an attempt to intimidate me, and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“What is it, exactly?” He asked as he crossed back to where his pile of clothes waited for him.

“What?” I asked.

“What is your condition? Paranoia? Schizophrenia? The gay?”
Yeah it's a good story, very much based off the gag of when the supernatural is your everyday it just becomes normal and boring. I'm interested to see what wendigoon says but I probably won't get the chance to listen until tomorrow.
 
Came in expecting something akin to the Search & Rescue story, but instead I got a written sitcom where half the jokes are those are 0-100 statements / metaphors inserted in the middle of otherwise innocuous passages. It's not bad in and of itself, and I don't really mind it in all honestly. I have a bit of a soft spot for slice-of-life stories that masquerade as something wacky and crazy and grandiose. Although in those works it's the characters and their lives and relationships and conflicts within their world that really carry them, with the crazy shit serving as flavoring so it's not about some boring normal world indistinguishable from our own.

From what I've watched so far, I'm worrying the author is neglecting that part and that's gonna start dragging the rest of the story down once the novelty wears off. There's already some stuff there about the city council and federal agents that's really blowing the scale far beyond what should be reasonable or realistic given the circumstances—that is, a depressed wagie working at the Skinwalker Ranch of gas stations in the middle bumfuck, nowhere.

Besides that, this story could easily be adapted into a manga and it would probably be all the better for it.

E: It literally does the "well, this is awkward" bit at one point. Nearing the end, this story is starting to get really exhausting. It's like the story is somehow moving at a lighting-fast pace where no gag (or, really  anything) is developed enough to be worth it, while simultaneously dwelling too much that the jokes (and the story) are stagnating hard. I think part of it is because of how little the gas station, and the day-to-day operations at a gas station, is involved with the story. So far we got weird government stuff and zombies and strange fauna, and nothing about a homeless guy buying scratch lottery tickets and trying to play them all at the counter, for instance.

There's barely even any funny one-liners like the one about the toddler cooking meth. Funniest shit I've ever heard.
 
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I'm a little too busy today to pay full attention to this one today so I'll have to relisten to it while I'm driving around tomorrow. Seems like super goofy fun though. It's from the perspective of a gas station clerk who's been out of fucks to give for a good long while, with just some really funny lines whenever I pay attention for a second. So far nothing particularly spoopy that I've caught, one of them described it as "A mildly supernatural Clerks" which works I think

This excerpt really got me

Kieffer came into the store again today and made some thinly-veiled threats. He asked about Diego, too, but I told him that I was tired of being the go-between and that if he had business with Diego, he needed to take it up with Diego. That’s when Kieffer started getting weird.

“You know this place is just a big experiment, and you’re the little mouse?”

I asked Kieffer to buy something or leave, so he bought a pack of toothpaste, then started to undress in the store and rub the toothpaste on his naked body.

“They tell me that something is wrong with your brain. Is that true?”

I tried to be polite and avert my eyes as I answered, “Yeah.”

“You have some kind of mental condition?”

I answered again, “Yeah.”

“That’s too bad.”

At this point, Kieffer was completely naked. He walked over to the frozen drink machine and filled a large cup with the sugary red concoction before turning it upside down on top of his head. Then he shook himself violently like a wet dog, flinging bits of cold, sticky debris across everything from the ceiling to the walls. Some of it even landing on my face, but I tried not to let him see my flinch. I knew this was all just an attempt to intimidate me, and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“What is it, exactly?” He asked as he crossed back to where his pile of clothes waited for him.

“What?” I asked.

“What is your condition? Paranoia? Schizophrenia? The gay?”
I am halfway though and really enjoying it so far. I love stories where supernatural stuff becomes mundane shit people need to deal with. If there are other good stories with this idea I would love to hear them.

Edit: Wendi overthinks things way too much sometimes. A joke around the fact that Jack is the only one to call Jerry Marlboro has turned into Wendi/Meat permanently thinking that Jerry/Marlboro is a figment of Jack's imagination.
 
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I was able to listen to about half of the episode while driving today. Not quite as far as I got listening to it in the background but I was able to give it a bit of attention. I don't have too much to add to what I said the first time around as far as the story itself goes, mostly because there isn't really a story to it thus far, just a series of things happening that I'm hoping tie in together down the line, but even if they don't the writing itself is fun enough to still make it worth going through

The main thing I wanted to bring up is that the universe it takes place in reminds me a lot of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac/Squee's Wonderful Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors (by Johnen Vasquez, the Invader Zim guy). The main thing about that universe is that the supernatural is real but the overwhelming majority of people don't witness it because the universe itself is just designed to laser focus it on a handful of people. Probably the most blatant similarity is that Johnny has a monster living under his house just like the one that (I presume) lives underneath the gas station. I'm curious to see if the guy is the reason the area around him is messed up or if the area is messed up and he just happens to be there
 
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