Chapter 1. Trash God
Hunched over his desk, in the dark of his room, a pale man who hadn’t seen the sun in too many days typed furiously. No one understood the beauty of Kasser, the beautiful cat-girl in the latest installation of Absolute Apex. Sure, she was trash, a character thrown out solely to attract the attention of horny men who had no other reason to exist in the series, and the series had become trash, but that was exactly what no one understood: the beauty of trash. The exquisite perfection in a series so trashy it had completely fallen apart at the seams. It wasn’t good. He wouldn’t dare accuse it of such a thing. But it was bad, tasteless and trashy in a way that tugged at the heartstrings and made him laugh at the same time. In other words, peak entertainment.
He hit enter and sat back, crossing his arms, his glasses reflecting the screen’s light. With a final stroke, he finished his manifesto on Kasser’s beauty, then added one more message:
god_of_trash: if you don’t think Kasser is perfect, you can leave right now.
anyone321: he’s gone. there’s no saving him.
peaker-93: conversation’s over, dude. no one likes kasser. she’s trash.
god_of_trash: that’s the whole point. trash is the best.
2face2u: hey, anyone remember when AA was good?
The conversation moved on. He sighed, shaking his head. The unenlightened would never understand. Absolute Apex had never been good. At best, it had peaked at average. It was only now that it truly transcended, as the author lost all the fucks they’d had to give and plunged into insanity. How else would they have gotten that scene where the Demon King forced a waiter to tap dance for fifteen hours? How else would they have received the gift of the main character, never a powerhouse but rather the weak, wishy-washy sort, literally turning into a fly on the wall for fifteen chapters so the characters everyone cared about could have a turn in the spotlight? If the series hadn’t become trash, it would have been nothing.
A private message appeared in the corner of his vision. With no hesitation, he clicked it. Did someone still want to argue? Please! He welcomed the challenge.
absolutexistance: you love trash?
He snorted. Obviously this absolutexistance fellow hadn’t been on the forum for long if he had to ask that.
god_of_trash: duh