Developing Narrative of
The Coloring Book
In the Spring of 1963(?) a young boy named Bartleby Bixby III at the tender age of 11 daydreamt up in his 3rd grade class (he wasn’t very bright) the title of what would become the single greatest and eventually only remaining literary work of any kind of modern man. “The Coloring Book” a failed coloring book of the 1980’s which never made it to print and whose sole copy would be lost to time until 200 some odd years later, after World War 4, The Big Scream and The Blankening, when an idiot by the name of Pok would stumble upon it’s tattered pages and find wisdom, reprieve and god through the act of self expression. Born anew as The Coloring Book incarnate (he accidentally destroyed the original copy by painting all the pages together, but shhhhh, don’t tell) a disciple of the Goddess Hue, journeys out into Mad Maxian wastelands of our future, where warlords and gas gangs vie for dominance and the quickly diminishing resources left in our world. The Coloring Book and it’s disciples are the last hope against The Blankening, the widespread nuclear fallout and ecological collapse that has turned nearly every inch of the world white with ash and dust. With only a ruined coloring book, a divine optimism for finding art supplies in anything, and plain old dumb clown luck, The Coloring Book brings color to a world gone blank, art to a world that has forgot it’s own, and healing to a world gone mad through the power of self expression.
In time these clowns, religious zealots and wandering curiosities will change the hearts of tyrants, save whole cities and gather disciples from all walks of life to spread the word of their newfound religion and the promise of a new world in the afterlife which they themselves will create.
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It is whispered in The Forever Forest, amongst the denizens of The Forgotten Fort that what is lost is not forgotten and what is forgotten is not lost. There have been whispers too, of creatures all in white, painting the very forest into existence.