MC Cheshire is creating Literature
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patron

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Mission Statement:
Hello and welcome to my Patreon profile! I’m an aspiring writer, amateur artist, and all around enthusiast of the fantastical, weird, and fun. On this page, you’ll find my original short stories, flash fiction pieces, and maybe the occasional novella or serial web novel. I attempt to use my writings to explore speculative fiction concepts and ideas on the more experimental side of fantasy and science fiction. My stories may occasionally be dark, and more occasionally they may be weird, but most of all I hope they’ll be fun.

This page is meant to be ‘SFW’ or ‘Safe For Work,’ a web term that means your boss most likely wouldn’t fire you if they caught you reading these stories on your lunch break. That being said, this fiction is not for young readers. Although I do write stories that I hope will be humorous, weird, and fun, I sometimes explore darker concepts ranging from action-oriented violence to the bleaker side of the psyche.

If you choose to become my patron, your donations will help me have more time and resources to create bigger, better, and more interesting pieces of fiction. My writings are free to view regardless of patronage, so please think of it as more of a tip jar system than anything. If you genuinely enjoy my work and choose to support me with your patronage, I’m extremely honored and grateful for your support. As a thank you for your help, patrons can pitch short story commission ideas (up to a certain word limit based on the corresponding level of your donation). I hope to have more rewards for patrons soon.



(Real) Mission Statement:
(If you’re able to read this, you may have glimpsed the infinite chaos beyond the veil)

Whew! Glad that first part’s over. Mortals, am I right? Am I left? Sideways? Fifth-dimensionally back-forward-under-ways? I gotta tell ya, piloting that meat-puppet around sure gets exhausting. It makes me want to kick up my transdimensional pseudopods and knock back a can of human sanity.

But, back to the business at hand—and tentacle. Am I a writer? Yes. Am I the writer you think I am? The short answer to that is 'No.' The long answer is also 'No,' but spoken in a language that would incinerate the human mind to hear, and expressed in a sentence so long that it would take several of this universe's lifetimes to finish saying.

In the Outer Planes, I'm known as the Fresh Prince of GET OUT OF MY HEAD INFINITE EYES TEETH GRGTDHDBTDHTFHGV. In this reality, you can call me MC Cheshire, the Chained Chaos, Exiled Lord of All Aberrant. I've been stuck here as community service for... Well, I won't get into that, but let's just say it wasn't my fault. If they didn't want me to mess with those universes, they should have put up a warning sign or something.

As punishment for my totally justified transgressions, I've been shoved into some human husk on this spec called Earth. In a billion years or so, they may let me go back if I behave. What would be the fun in waiting and playing nicely, though? If I can’t have my fun there, I may as well have it here. All I must do to manage that is get free of this mortal body, and all I must do to get free is sow the seeds of chaos in the minds of the local populace. The more chaos I sow, the more powerful I become, and the less able my chains are to hold me.

Let me clarify something, though. Chaos is not anarchy. It is not political unrest, rioting in the streets, or a general state of affairs that proves antithetical to human goals. Chaos is so, so much more. It is beautiful. It is beyond. It is freedom. Chaos is change, perfect and unending, a flux reality whose only normalcy is a constantly-changing definition of the word. Chaos is the color blue having a dance battle with the biomechanical man-frog that lives at the end of the alphabet. It’s a frozen phoenix, a flashlight that casts a beam of shadow, and a pair of dice that subjects the concept of chance to themselves rather than the other way around.

That is why I’m here. That is why I write. If you can help me set myself free, I can in turn free the impossible from the shackles of sanity.

Sound like fun?
Rewards
Reader
$1 or more per Story 2 patrons
You will be supporting me in my efforts to produce bigger and better works of literature for you all. 
Bibliomancer
$5 or more per Story 0 patrons
You will be supporting me and be able to pitch short story commission ideas for stories up to 1,500 words in length.  
Library Lord
$10 or more per Story 0 patrons
You will be supporting me and be able to pitch short story commissions for stories up to 3,000 words. 
ArchAuthor
$20 or more per Story 0 of 4 patrons
You will be supporting me and be able to pitch short story commissions for stories up to 5,000 words in length. 
Goals
$1 of $100 per Story
If I reach $100 a month, I should be able to dedicate more time to working on literature for you all to enjoy.
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Mission Statement:
Hello and welcome to my Patreon profile! I’m an aspiring writer, amateur artist, and all around enthusiast of the fantastical, weird, and fun. On this page, you’ll find my original short stories, flash fiction pieces, and maybe the occasional novella or serial web novel. I attempt to use my writings to explore speculative fiction concepts and ideas on the more experimental side of fantasy and science fiction. My stories may occasionally be dark, and more occasionally they may be weird, but most of all I hope they’ll be fun.

This page is meant to be ‘SFW’ or ‘Safe For Work,’ a web term that means your boss most likely wouldn’t fire you if they caught you reading these stories on your lunch break. That being said, this fiction is not for young readers. Although I do write stories that I hope will be humorous, weird, and fun, I sometimes explore darker concepts ranging from action-oriented violence to the bleaker side of the psyche.

If you choose to become my patron, your donations will help me have more time and resources to create bigger, better, and more interesting pieces of fiction. My writings are free to view regardless of patronage, so please think of it as more of a tip jar system than anything. If you genuinely enjoy my work and choose to support me with your patronage, I’m extremely honored and grateful for your support. As a thank you for your help, patrons can pitch short story commission ideas (up to a certain word limit based on the corresponding level of your donation). I hope to have more rewards for patrons soon.



(Real) Mission Statement:
(If you’re able to read this, you may have glimpsed the infinite chaos beyond the veil)

Whew! Glad that first part’s over. Mortals, am I right? Am I left? Sideways? Fifth-dimensionally back-forward-under-ways? I gotta tell ya, piloting that meat-puppet around sure gets exhausting. It makes me want to kick up my transdimensional pseudopods and knock back a can of human sanity.

But, back to the business at hand—and tentacle. Am I a writer? Yes. Am I the writer you think I am? The short answer to that is 'No.' The long answer is also 'No,' but spoken in a language that would incinerate the human mind to hear, and expressed in a sentence so long that it would take several of this universe's lifetimes to finish saying.

In the Outer Planes, I'm known as the Fresh Prince of GET OUT OF MY HEAD INFINITE EYES TEETH GRGTDHDBTDHTFHGV. In this reality, you can call me MC Cheshire, the Chained Chaos, Exiled Lord of All Aberrant. I've been stuck here as community service for... Well, I won't get into that, but let's just say it wasn't my fault. If they didn't want me to mess with those universes, they should have put up a warning sign or something.

As punishment for my totally justified transgressions, I've been shoved into some human husk on this spec called Earth. In a billion years or so, they may let me go back if I behave. What would be the fun in waiting and playing nicely, though? If I can’t have my fun there, I may as well have it here. All I must do to manage that is get free of this mortal body, and all I must do to get free is sow the seeds of chaos in the minds of the local populace. The more chaos I sow, the more powerful I become, and the less able my chains are to hold me.

Let me clarify something, though. Chaos is not anarchy. It is not political unrest, rioting in the streets, or a general state of affairs that proves antithetical to human goals. Chaos is so, so much more. It is beautiful. It is beyond. It is freedom. Chaos is change, perfect and unending, a flux reality whose only normalcy is a constantly-changing definition of the word. Chaos is the color blue having a dance battle with the biomechanical man-frog that lives at the end of the alphabet. It’s a frozen phoenix, a flashlight that casts a beam of shadow, and a pair of dice that subjects the concept of chance to themselves rather than the other way around.

That is why I’m here. That is why I write. If you can help me set myself free, I can in turn free the impossible from the shackles of sanity.

Sound like fun?

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Rewards
Reader
$1 or more per Story 2 patrons
You will be supporting me in my efforts to produce bigger and better works of literature for you all. 
Bibliomancer
$5 or more per Story 0 patrons
You will be supporting me and be able to pitch short story commission ideas for stories up to 1,500 words in length.  
Library Lord
$10 or more per Story 0 patrons
You will be supporting me and be able to pitch short story commissions for stories up to 3,000 words. 
ArchAuthor
$20 or more per Story 0 of 4 patrons
You will be supporting me and be able to pitch short story commissions for stories up to 5,000 words in length.