THE GAME OF HUNGRY GNOMES
I find that managing expectations is the path to an easy life. And so I have considered long and hard what the expectations of the new McSerial reader might be. What do the public WANT, I ask myself on an all too regular basis.
Do we all crave The Hunger Games meets Game of Thrones. I don’t think so. I know nothing about either of these ‘franchises’ as I believe it is common to call such serial fiction these days. Well, I’ve just done a quick look on Wikipedia and discovered I’ve got them mixed up. As doubtless you all know, The Hunger Games is about boys and girls killing each other –sci fi dystopia and Game of Thrones is medieval fantasy.
How could I have missed these? I don’t ‘do’ medieval I’m afraid. And the premise of kids being set up to kill each other leaves me somewhat out of kilter – that’s how. That and the fact that real life is just so much more disturbing and surreal than any plot either of these franchises could think up. Maybe that’s just me.
Somewhere between these, and lost down the crack of any kind of reality, is my new serial. It may owe more the Yes Minister than either of the aforementioned ‘franchises’ but it’s not really fan fic of any kind. Nor, OF COURSE does it bear any resemblance to characters living or dead. Or people. Of any kind , nationality, political persuasion or whatever. Aye, right.
I had in mind something a bit more… a bit less… and I thought, how about: Soap Opera Scotland. They’re always telling us art reflects life, or is it the other way round? And life seems like one big soap opera to me most of the time.
So don’t think Game of Thrones. That’s a rip off of a show which was ripping off history and throwing a bit of fantasy into the mix with enough sex to counter the lack of drugs and rock and roll. Think of the money it pulls in though. Think of the people it holds in thrall to its every pathetic plot twist. Think of how we can get in on the act. ‘There is no more impressive sight than a Scotsman on the make, eh?’ Barrie knew his stuff. He went down south and took them on at their own game and came out smiling eh?
Think of a cast of hundreds. A struggle between warring factions. The North coming and kicking the ass of the lame Southrons. Think of the sleeze and the lies and the politics and all that good stuff.
Think Britain 2015. Not so Great as it used to be eh? Now you’re getting there. Think Soap Opera Scotland. It’s fantasy, aye, but it could be what’s happening right here, right now. So fill yer boots and feast yer eyes on the only game in town. Wednesdays on McStorytellers. All you have to bring is your imagination – join the dots up however you please and find your own ‘reality’ within the Game of Gnomes.
And for those of you who can’t be arsed to read all that above, or have ridiculously short attention spans – here’s the short version!
The Soap Opera Scotland ‘franchise’ brings you Game of Gnomes
Prepare to be taken on a 12 week ‘romp’ through the One Nation Parliament (other political systems are available apparently, but not recommended) as we follow Scott MacGnome a FICTIONAL new member of the Mother of All Parliaments who is new Thane of Gnomes for the rural mountains constituency. It's there free for all at McStorytellers come Weds September 2nd. So you've a few weeks to get yoursel' up for it. An' I've a few weeks to finish writing it.
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