So, you have been enjoying Road of the Rottweiler so far, I take, and I did too! It's an extremely enjoyable story to write, as it allots me bounds and heaps of freedom. I can only hope it's just as enjoyable to read.
Despite that, RotR has loads of planning behind each chapter:as you may have noticed, this isn't a story with jokes in it, but a sucesion of jokes with an accesory story to deliver them. Jokes shape Road of the Rottweiler, having whole chapters built around a central joke, or even whole miniarcs (Crusadina vs the smoothie cultivator to make a smooth criminal reference, and several jokes that have been sown but whose punchlines will arrive in the future, just to forward some examples).
This, however, doesn't mean this comes in detriment of the story, not necessarily: characters may be as stupid and surreal as they come, but they still have wants and feels, even if they are absurd. I am trying to tell a somewhat coherent tale while keeping it this much of an acid trip.
What all this meandering amounts to is the following: it's easy for me to write this, but takes time, too, and I want to offer insight on my process. From brainstorming to word choice, the process to keep the joke density high is often entertaining and slightly demanding. What is the worst possible description for this action? How do i make this slapstick gag about a girl hitting the fucking ozone layer land? And, I tell you, it's difficult sometimes, a puzzle to solve. I can linger on a line for an hour until something clicks sometimes.
And others is too damn easy! For example, the chocolate milk blood? It was improvised. I thought Crusadina puking chocolate milk over her enemy was funny, and then i made her answer that she hadn't drink any in autopilot. But when I went to erase her no because it didn't make sense, i decided to roll with it and add a justification.
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It went like this, more or less:
Why does she bleed chocolate milk? Evolved as a defense mechanism because chocolate kills dogs.
Why is it in her blood? The dogs are vampires.
Why not just chocolate? The vampire dogs are lactose intolerant.
And this also happens when i concatenate jokes: Crusadina got chickens because i wanted to include the "all my cocks are Dicks" line, and that led to the power clash because i thought "haha, cockblock". The furry parent was... the heat of the capuccino-fueled moment. It just felt right.
And i feel that's true for many of the accesory jokes: they bud from the main ones organically as i go. They help to keep the atmosphere right, and act as a sort of red herring to keep the main punchline partially hidden.
All in all, you see the madness condensed, the final product, but it is made of an incremental addition of little deranged details. Sometimes i need to go back and add another line, sometimes one misses timing like a Yu Gi Oh card and a joke keeps falling flat.it happens.
As for the types of humor employed, i try to keep RotR from being overly-referential: a long joke about Michael Jackson is acceptable, as it is highly unlikely somebody has never heard of him. Jagger gleaning arcane paleobotanic knowledge via concussions is better kept to single lines.
This is in opossition to My Life After Being Killed By My Golden Retriever, where i lean heavily on humor referential to the Argentinian culture. This isekai is very alienating to readers, and i didnt want RotR to be the same: most of the jokes in this child of satan should not fly over most readers heads. Besides, Kalon is a more endearing protagonist than Walter. Kalon isn't petty or evil, he is just a moron. Jagger isn't a genocidal golden retriever, he is just suffering the absurdity of the setting and becoming depressed because of it.
And that would be it for this blog entry because sleepiness finally came and i am yawning. Anticlimatic? Yes. Unexpected on my part? Hell no.
Remember that i appreciate you leaving you opinion below, so don't be shy to comment and Zzzzzzzzzzzz.