You Know What I Desire? A Crossover Between Archive 81 The Podcast And The Shitty Netflix Adaptation.

You know what I desire? A crossover between archive 81 the podcast and the shitty Netflix adaptation.

I wanna see Melody and Alexa pound Samuel into the dirt, the pathetic Samuel of the netflix show. A brilliant use of the fact that Netflix show Samuel is seen often by Netflix Melody. I wanna see Samuel try his fucking "come with me on a date to the opera" and mayhaps lean in for a kiss. Only for Melody to grab him by the nose and go "I'm married, bitch." Or mayhaps, "It is only that im unsure if you're evil in this reality that prevents from tearing you to shreds."

I wanna see Melodys first reaction to the sight of Samuel to be fight, and to see this capitalist cultist weenie to fold like a paper in the face of violence. Fecker definitely is too comfortable. I wanna see Melody getting jiggy and wild with her magic rituals in Christian demon cult building. I wanna see the demon cult residents in confusion.

I wanna see how Podcast Melody reacts to the vizer apartment residents. Mayhaps this when she realizes she's not quite in the past, that she's in a different universe entirely. Like how Jess is 15 and a girl. How there's a psychic a medium an artist and a musician. But no man who loses faces or that one guy who cannot be recorded. How watered down and uninteresting the occultism is. I wanna see her flip through books and panic at the lack of depth. Her main motivation in interviewing residents being that they are different somehow now and she needs to figure out what happened.

Honestly I think it would be soo cool if the framing of the Netflix show was the result of some entity or leviathan! Like this reality might be a pocket reality or a dimension under the control of a single entity. I'd love it if the weird Christian demon themes were the result of the storytelling of a storyteller. One who is pushing themes into the story to prove a point or to serve a purpose. A purpose that Melody by virtue of being not the watered down Heterosexual damsel in distress she was meant in this world to be, stands in the way of. I wanna see the story teller struggle to try to push Melody into the role Netflix wants her in.

Residents spouting exposition about her life, trying to reshape her image in the eyes of an audience she cannot see, as she at them in "That's not what happened, that's not me, what the fuck are you talking about" People she's spoken to maybe once suddenly privy to gossip about things she did years ago towns away.

People suddenly popping up near her where they have no business, or a strong reason to avoid being there. Like meeting a elderly resident in a wheelchair at the grocery story when she knew the elevator was out, and that Jess usually got their groceries for them. Only for them to start telling Melody that she has a dark presence hanging over her. (Something ungodly, something un christian)

People she doesn't know very well at all suddenly being very friendly after a few interactions. Old friends from primary school, or highschool, or "we were like sisters back in the day" spontaneously formed deep friendships that Melody does not reciprocate. Telling stories about Old Times™ and "all the boys Melody liked" . An ineffectual foil to a wild and weary normal person. I want an Author struggling to control a story with a rogue element.

In essence Netflix is a leviathan and homophobic. All of the writing and tropes are sprinkles on the horror sandwich.