Fans. What a Strange Bunch.
I don’t have many fans. I am not a good actor. I am very stiff and rigid, and my line delivery is very painful. I hate listening to myself. I hate looking at myself. And I hate having to watch and listen to myself as I edit my videos.
And yet SOMEHOW, I managed to pick up a fan or two along the way. It’s freaking amazing. I mean, if I weren’t me and I were watching my videos, I’d really freaking hate me. But somehow, some people out there DON’T hate me, and even manage to suffer through my crappy audio and crappy visuals.
I’m sometimes surprised when I read/watch/hear comments of me being attractive (’cause, geez, a TON of the Internet says that I’m not), that people actually think I’m funny (’cause, geez, most people beg me to shut up), and that they want to see me make more videos (’cause, geez, most people want me to get rid of the ones I already have).
I’ve actually remained relatively safe from Internet cruelty and fan hysterics. It’s only consisted of words in blogs and 4chan posts, for the most part. And I’m certainly glad that I’m no Nostalgia Critic or Angry Video Game Nerd, with disgusting fan fictions getting fabricated about my character. But everything seems to only just be beginning.
I’ve already appeared to have crossed over into the world of fan art. I’ll be showing you guys a sample of some of the stuff that’s been introduced to me. Some of it makes sense. Others of it is almost disturbing. And for even MORE others, well… I actually don’t think a “fan” created it at all.
Some fan art somewhat makes sense. Take this fan art, for example, where I’m featured in a montage portrait of Linkara’s “Daredevil Issue 306” video (art by Pie3492 of deviantART).
It makes sense. That’s what I was wearing. That’s what I was saying. I don’t know why I’m sitting on what appears to be a barrel since I was sitting on my knees, but whatever, it’s cool. I like it, it’s a fun little piece.
Then there’s stuff that makes me remember… “Oh, yeah, I’m on the Internet.”
The picture is entitled “TGWTG TG’ed”, drawn by Annie13 of deviantART. I have to admit, all of those “TG”s in TGWTG only lends itself to asking somebody to make Trans-Gendered artwork of a few of us. What’s funny is that this actually falls right into my long-running personal Internet joke. Most people obviously don’t think that girls really exist on the Internet. So, when they see my screen name, they used to often ask, “Are you really a girl?” I’d say, “No. I’m a man. In fact, I’m going to start calling myself MarzMan.” And in a small circle of people, the joke nickname “MarzMan” actually picked up. It certainly didn’t help during the TGWTG 1-Year Anniversary video:
Linkara: I AM A MAN!
MarzGurl: SO AM I!… Gotcha!
So, maybe I should have seen this coming.
I am a man.
But this last one… man… I felt dirty editing this picture. But it simply HAD to be edited. I also wonder if I should even be telling the Internet about it, only encouraging people to further look for the original picture. But this…
I have no words. I’m really torn on what to think. You may be surprised, but I’m not as disturbed as perhaps I should be. What you’re seeing is maybe only 1/3rd of the original piece of art. Below the cut at the bottom of the image was nudity, further blood, and missing body parts. It features not only myself, but also Lindsay Ellis (Nostalgia Chick). I actually thought that whoever drew us really paid attention to our faces. THE FACES ARE ACTUALLY FREAKING GOOD! Whoever you are, guro artist, your art DOESN’T SUCK! But what’s with the rock shirts we’re wearing? What’s with the emo lyrics in the background? And even with all of these strange, disturbing images, you know what I was REALLY thinking the whole time? I was really thinking, “Man… the artist got my nipples ALL WRONG!” But seriously, the work we do on TGWTG has nothing to do with emo rock bands and self mutilation, so I have no idea why the artist chose to take us in this direction.
But, now I know. Everyone really is right. Rule 34 truly is now a rule. If it exists, there is porn of it on the Internet. I suppose you could call it porn. It’s nudity, anyway. Getting halfway there. Why anyone would want nudity of me, I’ll never have a clue, especialy when so much of the Internet seems to think I’m a man with a few curves.
So, yeah. Fans. Sometimes you’re cool. Sometimes your thought process gets a little bit out of my reach. And then other times you just blow my freaking mind. But it certainly isn’t going to make me run and hide.