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<p> Pat Ohr is a Fictional Reality Detective. Aside from a joke at his own expense, this is apparently a kind of professional talkshow guest. Pat has precisely the correct ratio of insecurity to egomania that requires his consistent production of the quality and quantity of tertiary media content that keeps him alive in a not luxurious fashion, via the links he repeats on talkshows whereby viewers can give him money. </p> <p> But reality has always been a kind of fiction for Pat. A place in which he plays games of perception. That he recounts on internet talkshows: he makes fictions. Pat doesn't think they are lies. Maybe they're not. </p> <p> Anyway, when you see reality this way - through a kind of OCD realm of autistic corridors, far more influenced by nineties videogames than is perhaps normal in a person who is trying quite as hard as Pat to <i> really </i> understand reality - apparently you become an easy mark for what the more traditionally minded are apt to call... they are real genuine bona fide demons from hell. </p> <p> Pat adopts the mode of seeing the world that he is perhaps ultimately in terms of the final hierarchy of hell possessed by Satan. It's definitely Satan. In terms of the final hierarchy of hell, you'd think, and the several other demons he has, through an overly literal/overly nineties horror shooting videogame influenced mode of <i> understanding reality, </i> unwittingly invited to live in him. </p> <p> - It's an internally inconsistent contradiction - like everything else: he takes the joke seriously. He really is a Fictional Reality Detective; he has solved what other people agree are mysteries. </p> <p> Despite being completely unprepared as regards his being a normal functioning human being - in terms of investigating mysteries - he's not entirely unprepared for the task, when his father, the Chief Constable of Police Scotland - at least, but perhaps <i> more </i> via political mechanisms Pat doesn't understand - is found murdered, desecrated in strange ways, and crucified on an inverted cross, in a manner - that though perhaps overplayed, is not entirely unreminiscent of the videogames Pat has conditioned himself to see reality through. </p> <p> Among other things this is a murder investigation, of which he's obviously the prime suspect. It's also an exorcism. But given the events transpiring not exclusively inside Pat's nut, despite this being a <i> very </i> popular way to frame reality, the evidence precludes any serious person's deriving comfort from the view these events are happening in his mind alone; that they're inculcated by the beings possessing him. </p> <p> An <i> entirely </i> reasonable hypothesis - no <i> non-weird </i> way to say it - if it wasn't for the fact the events currently-right-now-occurring - </p> <p> They're the Apocalypse. </p> <p> </p> <p> This finished 73,000 word prologue-novel will be released in daily [average] 2000 word chapters followed immediately by the 104,000 word fantasy novel The First Corridor of Old Works, a spiritual sequel that explores the same game-like understructure of reality. </p> <p> <i> Immediately </i> followed by The Second Corridor of Old Works, [123,000 words, edited, ongoing, as of: 03/09/21 American: 09/03/21] </p> <p> At first LITRPG lite, these elements will become increasingly - built meticulously upon what precedes - dominant, as we <i> pro </i> ceed into a world painstakingly built to support these mechanisms. </p> <p> After 6 months this manic release schedule will be somewhat relaxed: 5 days a week. </p> <p> But first, we physically enter, through corridors made of organs, the personage who <i> is </i> a corridor shooter. His name is Pat Ohr. Followed by which intervention we proceed immediately into that infinite labyrinth, one corridor at a time - first the first and then the second; <i> then... </i> throughout all the sinister corridors - cast in the artificial light through <i> veined </i> membranes - ... of Old Works. </p>
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