Century ago, nobody (in a sane mind) could predict thousands of roleplayers pretending they're elves and dwarves, fighting with wooden swords, tonns of literature, music and art on the topic.
Still some elder grumbling asses would state fantasy rollplayers are spoiled youth, require treatment or so. Still most of society tolerates and aknowledges heritage of professor T.
I bet, most of you here, sought about coming of a chosen One, messiah ... who will be father to a brand new fantasy world, populated by inflatables instead oh halflings (thinking abstractly both are ridiculous and stupid, but charming!).
Well. This shouldn't be fetish-fiction. Fetish and especially lots of sex is a very bad idea for a book to conquer souls of mankind.
And there must be plot, suspense, fantasy world - product of nonordinary imagination and masterpiece...
Oh. We were talking about inflatables? That would be some kind of surprise for a reader, but for heroes of this gona be some obvious casual fact. So inflating/popping et.c. hardly can be they'r 24/7 business. However, they should have adapted to the state of affairs, have some means of transportation, political/religious system, mythology, languages, moral code and laws, lords of evil (tm). Inflatability shouldn't be center of the world, but an uncommon feature interlaced in the plot, as an exotic spice for the dish.
Well I'm sorry to confess, I'm not the chosen one. I've swarm of ideas, but not enough for an epic saga, not to say, english isn't language I was born with.
I think something was indeed lost in the translation, but I don't personally agree with the idea that people are here for an inflation messiah. I think we're mostly just here for each other, so we know we're not alone in this weird interest.
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