Step 1: Be an enthused kid in love with a fandom. Create terrible cliche Mary Sue fanfiction.
Step 2: Grow older and realize how terrible you were. Recoil in horror and shame.
Step 3: Create only gritty and ironic deconstructions because real life is pain and you have been wisened to its ways.
Step 4: Slowly realize you still actually kind of like some of those ridiculous fantasies and old cliches. Remember how fun it was to boldly mess around.
Step 5: Cautiously approach older ideas. Realize that with some major adjustment, a couple of them are actually pretty decent. And even if they’re terrible, what’s so bad about being occasionally terrible?
“The very next fight, he got me. Left me dyin and outdone. But it wasn’t him that beat me; it was you, yes you. The gun.
So go on, fire away. See if I care. I think I’ll take a walk in the desert, catch me a breath of fresh air. And when some stranger comes a callin, tell em the story that I shun. For I know you’ll seek the victor: was it me or was it you, the gun? The gun.”