Scott Pilgrim is, I think, the best example I can think of for establishing a setting’s Nonsense Limit.
The setting’s Nonsense Limit isn’t quite “How high-fantasy is this”. It’s mostly a question of presentation, to what degree does the audience feel that they know the rules the world operates by, such that they are primed to accept a random new element being introduced.
A setting with a Nonsense Limit of 0 is, like, an everyday story. Something larger than life, but theoretically taking place in our world, like your standard spy thriller action movie has a limit of 1.
Some sort of hidden world urban fantasy with wizards and stuff operating in secret has a nonsense limit around 3 or 4. A Superhero setting, presenting an alternate version of our world, is a 5 or 6. High fantasy comes in around a 7 or so, “Oh yeah, Wizards exist and they can do crazy stuff” is pretty commonly accepted.
Scott Pilgrim comes in at a 10.
If you read the Scott Pilgrim book, it starts off looking like a purely mundane slice of life. The first hint at the fantastical is Ramona appearing repeatedly in Scott’s Dreams, and then later showing up in real life.
When we finally get an explanation, it’s this:
Apparently Subspace Highways are a thing? And they go through people’s heads? And Ramona treats this like it’s obscure, but not secret knowledge. Ramona doesn’t think she’s doing anything weird here.
At this point, it’s not clear if Scott is accepting Ramona’s explanation or not, things kind of move on as mundane as ever until their Date, when Ramona takes Scott through subspace, and he doesn’t act like his world was just blown open or anything, although I guess that could have been a metaphor.
there’s a couple other moments, but everything with Ramona could be a metaphor, or Scott not recognizing what’s going on. Maybe Ramona is uniquely fantastical in this otherwise normal world.
And then, this happens
Suddenly, a fantastical element (A shitty local indie band finishing their set with a song that knocks out most of the audience) is introduced unrelated to Ramona, and undeniably literal. We see the crowd knocked out by Crash and The Boys.
but the story doesn’t linger on the implications of that, the whole point of that sequence is to raise the Nonsense Level, such that you accept it when This happens
Matthew Patel comes flying down onto the stage, Scott, who until this point is presented as a terrible person and a loser, but otherwise is extremely ordinary, proceeds to flawlessly block and counter him before doing a 64-hit air juggle combo.
Scott’s friends treat this like Scott is showing off a mildly interesting party trick, like being really good at darts.
The establish that Scott is the “Best Fighter in the Province”, not only are street-fighter battles a thing, Scott is Very Good at it, but they’re so unimportant that being the best fighter in the province doesn’t make Scott NOT a loser.
So when Matthew Patel shows off his magic powers and then explodes into a pile of coins, we’ve established “Oh, this is how silly the setting gets”.
It’s not about establishing the RULES of the setting so much as it is about establishing a lack of rules. Scott’s skill at street-fighter battles doesn’t translate to any sort of social prestige. Ramona can access Subspace Highways and she uses it to do a basic delivery job. It doesn’t make sense and it’s clear that it’s not supposed to.
So later on, when Todd Ingram starts throwing around telekinesis, and the explanation we’re given is “He’s a Vegan” , you’re already so primed by the mixture of weirdness and mundanity that rather than trying to incorporate this new knowledge into any sort of coherent setting ruleset, you just go “Ah, yeah, Vegans”.
if i didn’t already know i was bi, christina hendricks in the buccaneers on apple tv plus would have clued me in goddaaaaaaaaaamn she’s so hot in those corsets
whoever said that The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes will make you see Snow as more human is so wrong it’s honestly kind of terrifying???
there literally isn’t one redeeming moment for him? you can tell suzanne collins actively doesn’t want you to get comfortable and trust him because he is evil? he viewed lucy gray as a prize that he won and owned? he is EVIL INCARNATE and is exactly the perfect match for dr. gaul? like……..he never loved lucy gray in the slightest and what we learn is that his immediate hatred for katniss, even BEFORE the berries, is so silly and such a personal piece of vengeance that we learn he essentially causes his own downfall seventy years into the future? like c’mon!
he does NOT come across as more human. maybe if you read the first chapter and that’s it………and also forget about the atrocities he commits between the 10th games and the 74th? like y’all. reading comprehension is an important skill! this book is a fascinating look into how fascism corrupts youth, particularly those already bred into a society and how intense that brainwashing can be. you should NOT love coryo (bleh).
People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
Y’ever read something and have understanding that has eluded you interminably suddenly stop, curl up, and snuggle neatly into a fold in your brain because a new way opened to it?
I was at a Palestinian solidarity gig last night & the one Palestinian artist who was going to perform had COVID so the organisers asked around to see if there were any Palestinians who’d like to say a few words instead.
A local guy who was born & raised in Gaza offered to speak. He started with “I’m an engineer. i’m not a poet or a politician. I don’t… do public speaking… I had no idea what to say when I came up here. So i’m just going to tell you about the street I grew up on.”
And then he did! He went down the street building by building. He told us about the ice cream shop on the corner, the grocery shop, the charity that supports people with intellectual disabilities. He told us about the people who he knew growing up, the families who still live in the different houses. He told us about the university buildings and about his friends who quit being accountants to start a band together. All on that street.
All of which is gone now, by the way. Bombed to dust.
me about all my beloved mutuals after tumblr dies because i refused to message them even one single time over five entire years of reblogging funny pictures from eachother
