Living in fictional places isn't what it's cracked up to be

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We so often delude ourselves into thinking that fictional places might be really cool to live in. Here are two essays that explore why this may not be such a good idea.

Three Fictional Towns It Would Suck To Live In


Sometimes things can be disillusioning. Sometimes these things are small (like figuring out Operation Repo is staged) sometimes they are big (like finding out Tolkien was actually a cyborg sent from the future to establish an elaborate cryptogram that leads to a cure for some disease that hasn't yet mutated into being that just coincidentally happened to resemble a couple of novels). This is about fictitious geographic disillusionment. More precisely three places that seem like they would be cool places to live until you start to think about it.

Shermer, Illinois (John Hughes Universe).

Why it seems like it would be cool

This is the place were so much cool stuff happened. It's filled with hot chicks who's parents forget their birthdays and are erroneously thought to be ugly because they live with Harry Dean Stanton and hang out with Jon Cryer. It's got high schools that stop everything when one student gets (fake) sick. It's got library's in those high schools that serve as crucibles of emotional enlightenment and self awareness on Saturdays. It's got families that string so many Christmas lights on their house that even Lady Gaga goes, “that's tacky!” It's even got hot babes being warped into existence by hacked government mainframes and bras worn on heads......somehow. No wonder Jay and Silent Bob thought it was worth a visit.

Why it would actually suck

Remember the kids in that library? That was detention. There's five kids in there but only three really deserve to be there. The other two? Well one is there because she has nothing better to do on a Saturday. Seriously? Nothing? This town doesn't even have a dirt filled lot with abandoned tires? Because just kicking around those old tires would surely beat listening to a bunch of teenagers sob about their lives. Hell being a live guinea pig at a zoo to see if the tigers really-can't-get-out-this-time would beat hearing Molly Ringwald emote over the pressure her popular friends put on her.

The other one? He was going to fail shop class so he brought a flare gun to school to commit suicide. Wait...what? That's not something you send a kid to detention for that's something you send them to counseling for. What's this school do if they catch someone cutting themselves? Make them run laps around the track? Also does it really make a lot of fiscal sense to have the principle waste his day half-assedly supervising the five kids? Wouldn't it have made more sense to spread out the detention for one hour a day over eight school days when teachers are usually still there to watch them?

Okay then there's the fact that the hot chicks are mistakenly thought to be not hot based on frivolous matters of location, boob size and lack of blonde hair. Then suddenly realized to be hot based on pink outfits and.............I forget why the hunk in Sixteen Candles suddenly comes to his senses.

Then you have the high school that stops everything because one student gets sick. That does not seem like a school that has its priorities straight. Yes some kids will always be more popular than others but this is just making that entire phenomenon pathological. Imagine you're any other kid that is sick that day and missing school. Say your name is Cameron. Wouldn't the disparity in attention and disruption chafe you a little? The only thing that would be worse is if that same popular kid goaded you into stealing your abusive dads Ferrari, teased you by exhibiting his hot girlfriend naked in front of you near a hot tub and then led you into a situation where the stolen car ends up totally destroyed. Yeah if that all happened too this poor kid would have every right to hunt down and murder the popular bastard.

But the topper is that this town seems to have the uncanny ability to bring into existence entities that just should not be via hackneyed nonsensical Hollywood computer hacking and bra's worn on heads. Entities that just don't make sense according to all laws of physics (is that why she divorced Seagal?). Now granted this entity, named Lisa, is like really hot and can just zap awesome sports cars into being with her mind but she is also basically a ticking time bomb. See she turns one guy into living slug because she doesn't like him. What else can she do if she is annoyed? What happens when her menstrual cycle kicks in? Does it suddenly rain Bonbons one moment then fire breathing dragons that hunt down only virile men the next minute? I won't even go near the propensity for the force that created her to also materialize intercontinental nuclear missiles in the middle of a suburban neighborhood.

Riverdale (somewhere in the Archie Universe)

Why it seems like it would be cool

This seems like bucolic Americana personified. Like the kind of place Norman Rockwell and Thomas Kinkade would go to snort angel dust. It's got the picturesque high school, old fashioned soda shoppes and a very laid back sensibility.

Why it would actually suck

It wouldn't take too long for you to notice that most of the teenage girls in this town are foxes. Be them named Veronica, Betty, Cheryl, Josie or Midge they are undeniably hot. While that sounds like a good thing you need to take just a bit of a closer look at the girls in question.

Take off their hair and suddenly a very unsettling reality emerges: they are all clones! Seriously they are pretty much just identical duplicates of each other with tiny variations in window dressing. No wonder Archie is continually flummoxed as to whether he should love Betty or Veronica. But this also raises the question of just how such a thing could have happened? Was it like something out of Village of the Damned where everyone is knocked up at once and all the girls just came out like that? If so was it the work of a mad scientist? The government? Aliens?

Actually the more unsettling possibility is that they aren't even humans at all. What if they are actually robots? Mass produced somewhere and given slightly different hair to try and fool everyone. But why was that done? What huge nefarious plot does this army of gynoids have a part in? How will it be executed?

Maybe Jughead has the right idea avoiding them all together. In fact in doing so he might have attracted the attention of the only real teenage girl in the town, Ethel. Jughead knows what's going down people. Listen to him.

Springfield (somewhere near Kentucky and Nevada)

Why it seems like it would be cool

Springfield of The Simpson's isn't just a place it's where most of the pop culture for the last two decades was invented. It's a place so important to the zeitgeist of modern culture that it might as well be a Smithsonian Exhibit. Plus it's filled to the brim with very wacky people.

Why it would actually suck

It's filled literally to the brim with wacky people! Springfield isn't so much a town as it is an experiment in letting the patients run the asylum while on PCP! You have to imagine that if this place were created by a malevolent alien species trying to figure out what four fingered yellow humans are like they couldn't have put more dysfunctional people into a more densely packed place without having to hand out a bunch of MTV Video Music Awards at the end of the night.

I mean for some reason a public utility is owned by a billionaire that thinks Ayn Rand was too soft. For a good many years his chief safety inspector was a man that is by all accounts retarded. In defiance of all logic the cooling towers at the nuclear power plant in question are filled with glowing green ooze. Also it seems to have near Chernobyl type meltdowns on an unsettlingly regular basis.

The town mayor is a pot head that sleeps around with all the grace and tact of Snooki on ecstasy. Which might explain why he has a man even dumber than the nuclear safety inspector as the Chief of Police. The town government is corrupt in the worst way ignoring pot holes that swallow whole cars and building solar powered monorail systems that seem to have only one station on them. On top of that the town is seemingly always in a fiscal crisis despite having a waterfront with a port, ski resorts, two malls, a TV/movie studio, casino district, minor league stadium, two universities and the “for profit” nuclear power plant. One can only conclude that the financial geniuses from Enron, Worldcom and Lehman Brothers apparently all decided to retire there and make it their own Galt's Gulch of fiscal ineptitude.

Then you have the school where the teachers are apathetic in a way that usually can only be manifested by being a moral/career counselor for Lindsay Lohan. The Principal is an OCD freak, flashback prone Vietnam vet that was apparently a virgin into his late 40's (not that I'm one to criticize about the last part). And then you have the school janitor that set Scottish stereotypes back in a way that Star Trek never even thought possible.

On top of all that you have the bar that serves health inspectors drinks with syringes in them. A convenience store that seems to be anything but convenient. A church that is unabashedly a money making operation. And Krusty conglomerates that drives down entertainment to a lowest common denominator in a way that makes the executives at The Asylum Studios weep at their own inadequacy.

The bottom line is that if you were dropped into Springfield you would really be forced to either a) go insane or b) just act like everything is normal (which also involves going insane).
 
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Living in a city with a superhero might not be so great


Having a superhero turn up in your city may not be all that great either. In fact it might actually really blow.


--1--The Assault On The Necessary Institutions


Edward Mitch awoke with a start. It was his phone. His eye's slowly focused on his clock only to see that it was 2:27AM....though it felt more like 4:30AM. While reaching for the offending piece of buzzing technology he knew it was probably bad―a call this time of night to the District Attorney was rarely ever good news.

“Mitch here,” he spoke into the phone while trying to get a cramp out of his neck.

“Ed, it's Nick.” Nick Plasserter, the warden at Metro Prison a dank but necessary place. “We have a real problem here,” he continued, “Manny and Tim Kilner were just dropped off here tonight.”

The Kilners. They were the prime suspects in a counterfeit Viagra scheme. “I'll be right there.”

Down at the prison Ed met up with Todd Graft who was leading up the investigation for the city police.

“So what was the deal?” Todd asked as they trudged through the mud of the prison courtyard. Todd reflected that there seemed to be a conspiracy to make these prisons so damned depressing. How it was that they always seemed to have mud even in the middle of a drought was something that had always mystified him.

“Guards say that a man came in flying over the towers with the Kilners suspended beneath him on a rope. He dropped them off, told the guards on duty that the Vigara imitators are now theirs and flew off.” Ed couldn't believe how effortlessly he had just spoken that bit of incredible exposition.

“Dropped off by a flying guy?” Todd didn't seem as surprised as most might be. “Golden Shirt Boy I take it?”

“Yep.” Ed was still trying to figure out the full implications.

“Great, so now they untied them because they weren't actually arrested and they are probably now going to go back and destroy any incriminating evidence that may actually be in their factory.” Todd was sounding pretty angry.

“Probably,” Ed replied, “and we can't get a search warrant to stop it.”

“Why not at least try?”

“Based on what? We have no more evidence now than we did before and we couldn't even get authorization for a wire tap before.” Ed knew Judge Zander was just doing his job but he really wished they had gotten that wire tap.

“We could claim an anonymous tip?”

“What we have is the proclamation from a man who flies and wears a shiny golden shirt. That's even worse than an anonymous tip....that's like using Snooki as a life coach.” Ed made a mental note to make sure his order for a pin-up calendar of busty Chileans was still on track.

<>

The next day Ed was reviewing the case against a notorious contractor that used bribes to secure government contracts. “So we're sure about all these witnesses?” He quizzed his staff.

“All except this little matter of the one witness that has yet to be successfully served with a subpoena,” Lisa Noran spoke up without even taking her eyes and her box frame glasses up from her notes.

“Ah, yeah,” Ed knew what she was talking about, “unfortunately no one knows exactly where this Citadel of Preferred Seclusion Manor actually is....we tried the North Pole but it appears that was actually pretty retarded since it's just a huge ice covered ocean.”

“You know,” Todd butted in, “other cities have a guy who just kills the bad guys&#8213;supposed to have a bad ass skull on his chest too&#8213;that would probably be a lot easier that leaving us with cryptic, hyperbole laced testimonials before flying off.”

Ed couldn't actually condone such violent vigilantism but he knew it sure would be a lot less paperwork and blown cases for him.

“Do we know he is actually untraceable?“Lisa inquired. “I mean remember the other guy that thought he had everyone fooled just by wearing glasses?”

“We've had all suspiciously handsome but awkwardly aloof newspaper workers, teenage super scientists and womanizing young billionaires followed. So far...nothing. For all we know this guy works as a corn dog stand vendor or Kim Kardashian's anti-narcissism counselor.” Ed knew the last bit was a bit low....corn dogs actually rule.

<>

Ladder Company Number 3 pulled up to James Bridge just after sunset. As the crews disembarked they were greeted with a rather astonishing sight.

“Chief, I thought this was a jumper?” Matt, a rookie, was a bit baffled at what he saw: the entire bridge was now gone!

“I'll get to the bottom of this,” Chief Maddock said and began to make inquiries to dispatch. But, as he did, an astonished onlooker came up and relayed what had happened.

“It....it was incredible!” He was almost out of breath. “This teenager was out there threatening to jump...and then this guy in a golden shirt comes flying out of nowhere.”

“Golden Shirt Boy!?!” Matt couldn't believe it. “So he saved the boy?”

“Yeah,” the man continued, “by picking up the entire bridge, tearing it from it's foundations and setting it down in the high school football field over on Wilmer Street!”

“You've got to be kidding me?” Chief was not amused.

“Nope, the whole thing is on the field over there now.”

“He....he couldn't just grab the boy?”

“He said something about being afraid of tearing off his limbs with his powers.”

“Great,” the Chief was now burying his head in his hands. “Now we got to block off the approaching streets before someone drives over it...and get a crew over to that field to make sure no kids climb on it and hurt themselves.”

“Hey, Chief!” It was Ronald from the tender truck. “We gotta another call, sir. Apparently some kitten got stuck inside a drain pipe in an apartment block.....and then it kinda exploded.”

“What? The kitten?” This was a new one for the Chief.

“Uh, no,” Ronald tried to find the right words, “some dude in gold showed up and rescued the kitten...by going through the building.”

The Chief buried his face in his hands again.

--2--Malice Takes Up Residence

The Castle Of Malevolent Camaraderie was more name than anything. It kind of had to be seeing as the place was actually designed by Frank Lloyd Wright as an example of the Prairie School Movement before he was accidentally teleported into another dimension by an alternate universe Tesla that had screwed up big time. His death had to be effectively faked after that.

But within the soft tones, horizontal banded windows and tempered rock work one place that was the scene of much horror was the Hall of Democratic Villainy. Inside it today the board leader, Veritable Vex, was speaking.

“So it would seem that Anywhere City that nonetheless exactly resembles New York has a superhero named Golden Shirt Boy upholding goodness, truth, justice and the Guatemalan way.” Veritable Vex needed to make sure one of his interns double checked that last part. “So, needless to say, some villain will now have to make a base there and wreak unspeakable horrors upon the populace. No city with a superhero can go unmolested!”

“Maybe,” Miserly Mouse spoke up, “we ought to rethink this strategy and perhaps send a villain to a city that....I don't know....doesn't have a person with superpowers guarding it. What about Memphis? No one is guarding it.” A wall of icy stares greeted him. “Or...not.” He shrank back down lest someone hit the counterintuitively shaped pillow button that would have him crushed by a huge boulder.

“It's been long established that destroying Memphis would be an act of altruism...which we are against!” Vex slammed his skull gavel down to make his point. “Well then,” Vex decided to get things back on track, “does anyone have any suggestions?”

“You know,” Castrato Canto said in his usual soft toned voice, “if I'm reading this right he's nearly bankrupted the city with his 'destroy a building to save a kitten' antics and tendencies to just tie up bad guys and leave them for the police to have to go out of their way to save them. Perhaps....we could just do nothing and let the population eventually turn on him.”

Veritable Vex considered it for a moment before deciding, “no, not evil enough.”

“What about huge spiders!?”

“Quite Jon Peters or I'll hit the button that causes the poison capsule in Kevin Smith to activate!”

“No! He's the only reason anyone even knows who I am!?” He knew his place and shut up.

“Well, my Gay Gun is almost ready,” Fabulous Fenster boasted even miming a bow to a non-existent applause.

“Uh, aside from suddenly improving the fashion sense of the city, making the social conservatives even more hypocritical and causing the local production of 'Cabaret' to finally make a profit...how is that evil?”

“Well, in about sixteen years...BLAM total 'Children of Men' dystopia!” No one seemed too enthused. Fabulous Fenster tried to save it though, “but without the sullen handsomeness of Clive Owen?” Everyone seemed to still be unimpressed.

“There is always the ultimate destroyer and bringer of absolute misery that we've been working on.”

“A good suggestion Reanimated Corpse of Patrick Swayze, but it merely sounds very evil. Best we can tell all it really does is mess with some older microwave oven circuit boards, scrambles 8-tracks of Little River Band and induce sexual fantasies of Mila Kunis shaving a meerkat.”Vex ended that statement with a dismissive almost disappointed wave of his skull gavel.

“I'm not really understanding the problem.”

“Sit down Reanimated Corpse of Patrick Swayze!”

<>

Several hours later some headway had finally been made. “So we are in all in agreement that at this point in time we are favoring letting Nebulous Nymph take residence and employ her cerebral movie injector?” Near the back Nebulous Nymph was beaming with pride. She was also showing off her newest forest themed costume which confused everyone since they had always thought of her as a water nymph.

“There is just the matter then of what movie shall be mercilessly beamed directly into the brains of the unsuspecting populace.” Castrato Canto noted. “I still say we should go with 'North.' I mean have you seen it? It's ostensibly a comedy but I couldn't find a single funny moment in all 87 simperingly stupid vacant audience-insulting minutes of it.”

“That's not bad&#8213;and I love the Ebert reference&#8213;but I still say 'Gigli' should be considered,” Veritable Vex placed his own input, “it's like one of those bad Matthew McConaughey romantic comedies only lacking any hint of charm or faith in the intelligence of humanity.”

Everyone gave a collective shudder at contemplating such a thing.

“No love for 'Bonfire of the Vanities?' I mean it was meandering and apathetic.”

“You know,” Vex had to bury his head in his hands, “it's really kind of sad you are pimping your own box office bombs for this Mr Peters.”

 
--3--The Civilians Turn

Mike Knowles was having a pretty bad day. Wracked by a headache he was relieved to enter his home and be greeted by the scent of a tuna casserole. His favorite.

&#8220;Whatever is wrong dear?&#8221; Maya, his wife, could see the distress on his face.

&#8220;Oh, we've got all these problems at work because the power is intermittent since that unexplained electrical diversion into that old volcano was discovered, I keep having these strange headaches, traffic is a nightmare with all the military all over town hunting down something called &#8220;Nymph&#8221; and today I went to buy a corn dog at lunch and just as I gave over a whole twenty to the vendor he suddenly said something about an old lady being stuck in an open manhole and took off running....without giving me my change!&#8221;

&#8220;Oh, that is ever too bad.&#8221; She gave him a reassuring pat on the forehead and swept a dangling tendril of hair back into place. Mike noted she must be distressed too since that was generally when she reverted to her caring mother mode. &#8220;I'm afraid I may have some bad news.&#8221;

Mike looked up to meet her gaze wondering what it could be when his son Nathan walked in. &#8220;Mom, dad, I keep getting these strange headaches and these weird...lucid dream type things that have lots of Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez in them cutting off thumbs.&#8221;

&#8220;That would just be the 'Gigli' nightmares. I've been getting them too,&#8221; Maya tried to reassure her son. &#8220;For some reason they think it might stop if they blow up that old volcano.&#8221;

Nathan walked out of the room and Maya turned back to her disheveled husband. &#8220;Our home owners insurance was canceled.&#8221;

&#8220;What!?!&#8221; Mike couldn't believe this.

&#8220;It's all the strange stuff that's been happening. Remember how the Henson's had that fire on their roof and that above ground swimming pool was somehow hoisted in the air and dumped on it?&#8221;

&#8220;Oh...yeah. Flattened the whole house. Funny how the police are so reluctant to speak about what happened.&#8221;

&#8220;And when that twelve year old boy was stuck on that cliff and someone dug a tunnel through the mountain to save him but the destabilized cliff gave way and buried that children's hospital?&#8221;

&#8220;They're cutting off our insurance for those things?&#8221;

&#8220;Not just that...there's also been all those...weird goons in those uniform/costume things getting into those gun battles downtown constantly demanding some Golden dude turn himself over to them.&#8221;

&#8220;Oh yeah, they took that whole school hostage last week, some crazy cult I guess.&#8221; Mike was still a bit in denial over what was happening. &#8220;But..still they can't just cancel us. We have rights!&#8221;

&#8220;It appears we made a slight goof on the application.&#8221;

&#8220;Really, what?&#8221;

&#8220;Well they were apparently auditing everyone's policy from here in Anywhere City that nonetheless exactly resembles New York and they found that apparently we stated the house is a single story.&#8221;

&#8220;But...it is a single story house.&#8221;

&#8220;They apparently count attics as a separate floor now if you store anything in it. It was in the fine print right next to the Amy Winehouse crack shack clause.&#8221;

Just then Nathan came back in. &#8220;Uh, you guys might want to see the news.&#8221;

They filed into the living room where a helicopter shot of some huge hole in the ground could be seen. Over the air the chopper correspondent was narrating. &#8220;...not quite sure what caused the huge hole to appear though it would seem that earlier in the day an elderly woman was described as being trapped in an open manhole in the intersection...&#8221;

Mike suddenly realized the intersection was Maple and Vine. &#8220;Oh crap! Now I'm going to need a new way to work. Damnit!&#8221; He was about to curse up a storm when they all suddenly became aware of rumble, distant at first, that built and built until they were all genuinely scared and caused them to huddle together in the middle of the room.

Then the wall exploded inwards and debris went flying in directions. Mike was barely able to duck in time to avoid being decapitated by Nathan's framed First Aid training certificate. As the dust cleared they looked up to see a giant mechanized rollerball type of transportation device. In a carriage on top a woman looked down on them with a very strange costume.

&#8220;Do not try to understand me,&#8221; she bellowed, &#8220;I am neither definite or elusive. I am.......just Nebulous! Ha ha ha.&#8221;

Then another rumble and the laughing woman stopped and turned around. A shadow loomed over her and Mike suddenly realized that, impossibly, he was staring at his own car that was hovering in the air. Then he made out a man underneath it....holding it.

&#8220;Leave that family alone you mythological abomination!&#8221; The man holding the car demanded. &#8220;Perhaps a heavy dose of quality imported automotive craftsmanship will teach you a lesson!&#8221;

Mike let out a prolonged anguished yell as his Mercedes went sailing through the air. However Nebulous Nymph employed her emergency transdrive and deftly avoided the car while backing through another wall into the den. Then she watched, along with the Knowles family, as three tons of steel, cherry wood inlays and supple leather crashed clean through the house coming to rest in the swimming pool out back.

&#8220;You'll need to do better than that you golden sissy boy!&#8221; Nebulous Nymph yelled tauntingly then took off through the night with Golden Shirt Boy in pursuit.

&#8220;Uh, Mike,&#8221; Maya finally said after a moment, &#8220;this might be a bad time to find out but your car insurance was canceled too.&#8221;
 
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For reference is it better to have this stuff here or in Fun Stuff?
Depends on what you want to gain from posting it. If you wanted feedback and opinions, then this is probably the right place.

If you just wanted to share it for leisure purposes, then it probably should've gone in fun stuff. But overall, I don't think it really matters.

Fun read, by the way.
 
Depends on what you want to gain from posting it. If you wanted feedback and opinions, then this is probably the right place.

If you just wanted to share it for leisure purposes, then it probably should've gone in fun stuff. But overall, I don't think it really matters.

Fun read, by the way.

Feedback is always welcome.

And thanks. :smile:
 
This is very entertaining and creative. I like the idea of taking any arbitrary notion and developing it to its ridiculous extreme. It is an excercise in creativity and writing style.

I would read more of this.
 
For the record... living in REAL places isn't what it's cracked up to be, either !

LMAO! I can attest to that!

I've actually thought about this, and the fictional places I think I'd like to live are:

Newford - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Newford series by Charles de Lint

I think of Newford as a funky college town with magic. There are lots of characters I'd like to hang out with - folk/rock/Celtic musicians, artists, etc., and a lot of interesting places to hang out in the town.

And the other fictional place I'd like to live and hang out with the characters is this one:

http://www.mercedeslackey.com/books/bedlam3.html
Dragonlords' Bookstore--Fantasy--Mercedes Lackey

These series have rock and Celtic-music playing elves! So I gotta like that!
 
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I'm not sure which fictional universe I'd like to live in . . . although I'm sure I've got at least one. Once I think of something I'll put in a request and you can analyse it for me :biggrin1: