>>16999806I'll be honest, the inclusion of the faggot was because, whether for better or worse, he is history of this general. But I'll see what it can be changed to.
As for the origins of /wg/ and homages to some of the iconic works, I have this.
As grand and wonderful as the floating city of /wg/ is, it wasn't always this way. In the wild and barren plains of degeneracy, there lived a small tribe of barbarians whom thrived on abuse, on inflicting and receiving pain, living on the razor thin edge of their lives, be it physically and mentally. This tribe mainly kept to themselves, shunned by the more civilized nations as their almost ritualistic acts of giving and receiving pain was viewed as horrid and self emasculating.
However, on one faithful day, a certain tribe member received a vision. A vision that once made manifest, became a holy tome to the rest of the tribe, illuminating their hearts and lighting the fires of their souls. This vision, granted by a white fox goddess, was wonderful yet horrible, pleasurable yet painful, enlightening yet maddening. While other members had also been granted minor visions, none had their works were as influential as this one at the time. It's name was Omelas, a wonderful utopia in which happiness was eternal, with the only price being a single person suffering. And it was a turning point for the tribe, as the light of that creative work spurred them onwards, building, creating and dreaming of more wonderful visions made manifest. Such fervour did the tribe show that within a few moons, a whole city was built and many different works of wonder were created.
Thus, the city-state of /wg/ was born, as the once primitive tribe was now enlightened, seeking and pushing the boundaries of knowledge and wonderment which they had once tasted before. Some works have rivaled, or even eclipsed that of Omelas as of late. A fantasy world of lucky young boy and his powerful female companions, a high school life full of pranks and laughter, or yet another torturous life of loving someone whom your heart did not truly yearn, having it broken and patched up like gold-laced pottery. One could find many such stories within the almost labyrinthine shelves of The Archive. Such bedazzling wonderment did the city generated, that the people made the city float and fly, ever traversing across the archipelago of /vt/, giving, learning and above all, writing for the sake of themselves and for others.
