Creating Fantasia

EDIT AFTER PUBLISHING

Doing a quick poll as well. In the chapter, it's mentioned that some of Rob's "Original Characters" meant to inhabit Fantasia are based off of either V-Tubers, Gender-Bent Male characters, and Expies of Celebrities and Historical Persons. So I am just polling to see which of the three categories you would want to see appear the most, as characters, and as potential members of Rob's harem.

https://strawpoll.com/XOgOVBlGon3

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If a thousand monkeys hammering away at a thousand typewriters could eventually recreate the works of Shakespeare, then surely a thousand Rob Dailys working together could create a backstory for a brand new continent and come up with enough OCs to populate them…

Because he quickly realized just how brilliant MJ’s idea was. Not only would he be able to put all the Princesses in one place, but he could also express a specific urge. Long had Rob struggled with his own personal rule not to directly affect the real world too much with all the power he had gathered - he didn’t want to transform or brainwash any “real people” if he could help it (of course, seeing as he was functionally immortal now, as the world changed and the people he grew up with left this world and new ones came along, then perhaps…). But that desire to affect the real world led to certain conflicts and restrictions.

He had long thought about claiming a country or kingdom for his own (and a few of his girls agreed with this strategy) but always refrained from committing to it. Here, he was creating a landmass wholecloth - it’s history and culture and everything - along with a population of people that did not exist until he put pen to paper and his queens turned paper into reality. He would be king of this new nation, beloved by his subjects, who would indulge in all their most perverted desires at the behest of their king. It would be perfect.

And so, with plenty of motivation, Rob and his clones furiously wrote up a storm, creating everything about this new island kingdom and coming up with millions of people to populate it. He certainly was an artist first and foremost, but he had done plenty of writing commissions during his day, but he never engaged in a project like this!

But, maybe creation would be the easy part of this endeavour…

“So… we have some notes…” Zatanna said, diplomatically as possible, as she and MJ and Wanda all approached the hurricane of creativity unfurling around them. The three queens stood before Rob’s workshop of a thousand clones while also standing amongst numerous mountains of paperwork. And every minute, more sheets were added to the pile.

“I’m really thrilled by how much my idea has inspired you.” MJ added, rifling through a handful of papers. “And you’ve done a lot of work to make this happen, but there’s a few things about your characters.”

Nine-hundred and ninety-nine Robs continued to write and draw. One Rob, Rob Prime, looked up from his workstation, wordlessly imploring the three to continue. He had been a creative long enough, he knew he could take criticism, but he was more curious about what their observations were than anything else.

“First of all, you have a lot of women in this kingdom who are either gay or bisexual.” MJ continued, pulling out a few character sheets and highlighting the relevant sections. “And you also have slightly more women than men, which isn’t anything strange. But, compared to the amount of queer women, you hardly have any gay or bi men.”

“Conversely, in the ‘post-awakening’ sections,” Wanda began, “you have tagged more men than women as being transgendered.” “Post-Awakening” being a trigger Rob had instilled in his hapless citizens that when he was crowned king they would awaken to their perverted side, transforming in body and mind.

Rob put his pen down, holding his hands up in a defensive posture. “Okay, yeah. It’s lopsided. I know what I’m good at writing and I know what my audience likes.” Rob admitted, even if he was working approximately for an audience of one. “They like hot chicks being warped and corrupted, naughty and slutty, playing with men and each other. Nothing wrong with that, huh?”

“Oh, not at all. In fact, you know we love it, too.” MJ replied with an impish grin, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “But…”

“But…?”

“A couple of your characters are a little uninspired.” Zatanna then held up her own section of character sheets. “These are essentially copies of V-Tubers.” MJ and Wanda both held up their own examples, too.

“You’ve got some that are basically gender-bent male characters.”

“These are just expies of celebrities and historical figures.”

“It’s hard, okay!” Rob whined, slumping over in his chair. “It’s hard! It’s hard making, like, ten million people appear out of thin air. Even with the best team in the business.”

He motioned to the legion of clones behind him, who all perked up and offered their words of encouragement to the main man.

“Hey, you’re doing great Rob!”

“Keep at it!”

“Don’t think of those characters as derivative. Think of them as homages.”

“Remember, the difference between an homage and a rip-off is whether you like it or not.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” MJ came over, throwing her arms around Rob, comforting him. “We’re not trying to tell you what to do, Tiger. And again, I really appreciate all the work you’ve done for my little plan. We just think we could inject a little something extra into your creative process.”

“Okay.” Rob said. “Okay. Okay. I can hear you out. You’re my… everything, You three are my partners. I love you and respect you and respect your ideas. Let’s hear them.”

Zatanna cleared her throat. “Going to rip the band-aid off first…. We think you should cut down on the characters who love ****, breeding, and incestuous breeding. That should be your gimmick alone.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Rob sighed. This was going to be a long night, because everyone had to be a critic.

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One evening, an entire new landmass popped out of both the Pacific Ocean and the ether. At that same time, the knowledge of this land popped into the minds of the people of the world, as if it had always been there. No one questioned it’s sudden appearance, because to them, it had always been there.

And that ignorance, that blasé attitude, was in spite of how improbable and fantastical this island nation, this fairytale kingdom, this phantom continent was. Somehow, the population of this unified island nation is composed of numerous disparate ethnicities and creeds from across the world, as well as races of people whose existence was impossibly fantastical before this land appeared.

The kingdom was largely isolationist, avoiding numerous world events by retreating into itself, yet they wielded incredible economic and social power that made them an instant powerhouse. They wielded both technology and magic, again something that should be impossible in the world it now existed in, but was ignored by the world at large. Blind eyes were turned to all things strange and mysterious that came from this island, no one asking questions, and no one chasing mysteries when those questions were raised.

The continent was composed of multiple nations with their own independent governments, but they also held one united government, essentially turning the nations into provinces of one kingdom. An apt description, as all the provinces were monarchies, ruled by Princesses. Since it’s inception, the land was a monarchy but also a matriarchy, with the Princesses of the various nations coming together to work alongside one another, for each other’s benefit. From among their numbers, one Princess would be elected as Queen, head and leader of the Princess Union, and the de facto head of state for continent, nation, and kingdom.

But, behind the beauty and tranquility that the royal council created for their people, there was a dark truth to this land. A prophecy uttered when the first Queen was crowned, buried and concealed, confined to the graveyard of time, so that no soul may know it, repeat it, or enact on it. Today, only the Queen herself knows the truth, for it is passed down from one Queen to the next. In the nascent days of the nation, it was said that while the Queens and Princesses may rule wisely and justly, that their reigns would not be impugned on or challenged, that a Queen would always sit the throne… except that a day would come when a man would come to the shores of this island and challenge the Union. He would challenge them and he would win. He would win and he would win them. The man would become King, the Queen and Princesses his concubines, and he and he alone would usher in everlasting and eternal peace and prosperity for the people of his kingdom.

The women who ruled so well would forfeit their freedom and dignity, sacrifice their will, in order to bring about utopia.

Even when the prophecy was wider known, it was only uttered in hushed tones, and many questions abound. Was it a noble duty for the royalty to perform? Or a punishment for some sin they had committed? Those answers are to come, soon and sooner still, for the man who would be king has made his way to the shore, to bring a reckoning to this land, and finally claim his throne. Finally create his paradise.

That man’s name is Rob Daily.

And this land’s name, that will soon be his… this is Fantasia!

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Doing a quick poll as well. In the chapter, it's mentioned that some of Rob's "Original Characters" meant to inhabit Fantasia are based off of either V-Tubers, Gender-Bent Male characters, and Expies of Celebrities and Historical Persons. So I am just polling to see which of the three categories you would want to see appear the most, as characters, and as potential members of Rob's harem.

https://strawpoll.com/XOgOVBlGon3