User blog:DJay32/Self-Infected Intent

The Entrails of Society Affix My Shoes to the Crumbling Concrete is a Fearblog by Perdition To Speak. It explores themes of destruction of the Self brought on by outside force, and pastoral values in a post-industrial landscape. It is one of the longest stories in the mythos, even though it focuses on only a few Fears: The Cold Boy, Nobody, The Convocation, and The Mother of Snakes. It can be read here.

Outline
The Entrails of Society is divided into seven "books," each narrated by an omniscient narrator though predominantly revolving around the focal protagonist of Melvin Peake. The seven books are, in order: Each book is further subdivided into chapters, with the shortest book being "The Medical System" at 28 and the longest being "Life is Fair" at 60.
 * 1) Closing
 * 2) Life is Fair
 * 3) Trial for a Schoolteacher
 * 4) Fully Pregnant with the Day
 * 5) The Medical System (Baby Born with the End of the...)
 * 6) A Pre-Cannibalist Wet Dream
 * 7) Opening

Reception
The Entrails of Society has received relatively positive feedback so far.

(Attached to the Wiki article are the following comments: "Y'know there's so many things I could say. You're a little too caught up in the computer. You don't like school so you throw your fear at everything around you. Maybe it's that guy we met. The guy with the shoes I made fun of. Or would you say he was a 'construct' just like you and I became? I don't know who you are sometimes and I know you don't either. You need help. This thing is only more proof of that. How many chapters was this? Was this what you spent so long a hermit for? Who are you anymore?"'

"I am who I've always been: A writer. If you can't appreciate that, then maybe I don't need you in my life."

"I don't know what's wrong with you anymore if you decided to write something so longwinded and tangential as this. In fact I'm offended at some of the things you wrote. Stories have a lot of responsibility and I feel like you're not even acknowledging that. Did you write this out of spite? Congratulations on finally completing something I guess. I hope you're happy."

"What does happiness matter? I'm a figure of concept."

"You need help.")