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It was the four hundreth anniversary of the founding of Bilartha, and the city was preparing a party; their joy, however, was muted, for it was only last year that the Goularb had annexed them in the war, and their oppressive rule was still felt.
"AS YOU KNOW, BOB"
'As you know, Bob" said the professor, "today is the four hundreth anniversary of the founding of our great city Bilartha. I fear, however, that our joy will be muted, for it's only been a year that the Goularb annexed us in the war, and we still feel their oppresive rule."
"You are right, professor" responded Bob, "I do know that."
SPRINKLES OF INFORMATION.
Bob walked the streets of Bilartha towards the college. Decorations were already being placed for the four hundreth anniversary of the city's founding. The sight of the city's banner filled him with pride, but this was cut short as he spotted a Goularb patrol marching down the street. It had been less than a year since they had annexed the city, and their oppresive rule was still felt.
IT'S OKAY BECAUSE I'M DOING IT IRONICALLY
'As you know, Bob" said the professor, "today is the four hundreth anniversary of the founding of our great city Bilartha. I fear, however, that our joy will be muted, for it's only been a year that the Goularb annexed us in the war, and we still feel their oppresive rule."
"Geeze, professor, we all know that!" responded Bob. "Sometimes you sound like a character from a bad novel, telling us stuff we already know!"
AS YOU KNOW, WIKI
"The four hundreth anniversary of the founding of Bilartha was primed to be a muted celebreation, for it had been only a year since they had been annexed by the Goularb in the war. To many citizens, their oppressive rule was still felt."
- The Complete History of the Cities, Tome VIII
KEEP UP, FUCK YOU
Bob walked down the street towards the college, watching banners depicting the coat of arms of the city of Bilartha being hung from poles. It filled him with pride, but the sight of a passing Goularb patrol cut this feeling short.
AS YOU KNOW, AUDIENCE SURROGATE
"Gee willickers, professor! I saw so many banners on the way here!"
"Indeed, Bob, those are our the coat of arms of our great city, Bilartha! Today is the four hundreth anniversary of our founding!"
"That's so swell! But you don't seem very happy, what's going on?"
"Well, Bob, don't go around saying that, but spirits are quite low. There's been a war recently, and our proud city was annexed by the Goularbs. For many, their oppressive rule is still felt."
"Oh, good to know! I had no way to know any of this stuff because I just arrived from a different world."
"Well, I'm always happy to explain anything to you!"
WELCOME TO TOWN
PROFESSOR
Welcome to Bilartha! Today is the four hundreth anniversary of our founding. We're going to have a great party!
PROFESSOR
It might be a little muted... It's been only a year since the Goularb annexed our city in the war. Many of us still feel their oppresive urge.
PROFESSOR
Gulp! Don't tell them I told you that!
THE BEATNIK MANOUVER
Bob walked down the street to the college, where the professor would be waiting, her stern face always watching, he knew she was friendly, probably the only person her age Bob could call a friend, although maybe it was his fault, maybe it was him who only cared about the young students, the parties, the activism, and the professor had reached out to him, and he had reached back, maybe there would be more people reaching back if he only tried, but he could not, not in this situation, not when he saw the banners of Bilartha being hung and felt the pride and the joy of the city even as he knew the many fuckups that happened in the city, behind closed doors and right in the open for everyone to see, but they were his fuckups, the four hundred anniversary meant four hundred years of fuckups that were theirs to own, or three hundred and ninety-nine now, since the occupation last year, now the Goularb are here and they've taken control of the fuckups, they are their fuckups now, and as if on cue a patrol marches down the street, cutting down whatever pride and joy Bob had squeezed from the sight of the banner [continue in likewise manner for eight pages]
BOB'S DOUBLE MOBIUS META-TECHNIQUE
"Infodump is a term used in fiction when too much information is given without context to the reader", the professor said. "A common way to avoid infodump is to place that information in the mouth of a character; however, one must take care to assure it would be expected for the characer to give out that information. Imagine that I turn to Bob now and say: As you know, Bob, today is the four hundreth anniversary of the founding of our great city Bilartha. I fear, however, that our joy will be muted, for it's only been a year that the Goularb annexed us in the war, and we still feel their oppresive rule."
"I do know that, professor!" responded Bob.
"I know you do!" laughed the professor. "This is why this is widely considered to be a bad strategy."
It was the four hundreth anniversary of the founding of Bilartha, and the city was preparing a party; their joy, however, was muted, for it was only last year that the Goularb had annexed them in the war, and their oppressive rule was still felt.
"AS YOU KNOW, BOB"
'As you know, Bob" said the professor, "today is the four hundreth anniversary of the founding of our great city Bilartha. I fear, however, that our joy will be muted, for it's only been a year that the Goularb annexed us in the war, and we still feel their oppresive rule."
"You are right, professor" responded Bob, "I do know that."
SPRINKLES OF INFORMATION.
Bob walked the streets of Bilartha towards the college. Decorations were already being placed for the four hundreth anniversary of the city's founding. The sight of the city's banner filled him with pride, but this was cut short as he spotted a Goularb patrol marching down the street. It had been less than a year since they had annexed the city, and their oppresive rule was still felt.
IT'S OKAY BECAUSE I'M DOING IT IRONICALLY
'As you know, Bob" said the professor, "today is the four hundreth anniversary of the founding of our great city Bilartha. I fear, however, that our joy will be muted, for it's only been a year that the Goularb annexed us in the war, and we still feel their oppresive rule."
"Geeze, professor, we all know that!" responded Bob. "Sometimes you sound like a character from a bad novel, telling us stuff we already know!"
AS YOU KNOW, WIKI
"The four hundreth anniversary of the founding of Bilartha was primed to be a muted celebreation, for it had been only a year since they had been annexed by the Goularb in the war. To many citizens, their oppressive rule was still felt."
- The Complete History of the Cities, Tome VIII
KEEP UP, FUCK YOU
Bob walked down the street towards the college, watching banners depicting the coat of arms of the city of Bilartha being hung from poles. It filled him with pride, but the sight of a passing Goularb patrol cut this feeling short.
AS YOU KNOW, AUDIENCE SURROGATE
"Gee willickers, professor! I saw so many banners on the way here!"
"Indeed, Bob, those are our the coat of arms of our great city, Bilartha! Today is the four hundreth anniversary of our founding!"
"That's so swell! But you don't seem very happy, what's going on?"
"Well, Bob, don't go around saying that, but spirits are quite low. There's been a war recently, and our proud city was annexed by the Goularbs. For many, their oppressive rule is still felt."
"Oh, good to know! I had no way to know any of this stuff because I just arrived from a different world."
"Well, I'm always happy to explain anything to you!"
WELCOME TO TOWN
PROFESSOR
Welcome to Bilartha! Today is the four hundreth anniversary of our founding. We're going to have a great party!
PROFESSOR
It might be a little muted... It's been only a year since the Goularb annexed our city in the war. Many of us still feel their oppresive urge.
PROFESSOR
Gulp! Don't tell them I told you that!
THE BEATNIK MANOUVER
Bob walked down the street to the college, where the professor would be waiting, her stern face always watching, he knew she was friendly, probably the only person her age Bob could call a friend, although maybe it was his fault, maybe it was him who only cared about the young students, the parties, the activism, and the professor had reached out to him, and he had reached back, maybe there would be more people reaching back if he only tried, but he could not, not in this situation, not when he saw the banners of Bilartha being hung and felt the pride and the joy of the city even as he knew the many fuckups that happened in the city, behind closed doors and right in the open for everyone to see, but they were his fuckups, the four hundred anniversary meant four hundred years of fuckups that were theirs to own, or three hundred and ninety-nine now, since the occupation last year, now the Goularb are here and they've taken control of the fuckups, they are their fuckups now, and as if on cue a patrol marches down the street, cutting down whatever pride and joy Bob had squeezed from the sight of the banner [continue in likewise manner for eight pages]
BOB'S DOUBLE MOBIUS META-TECHNIQUE
"Infodump is a term used in fiction when too much information is given without context to the reader", the professor said. "A common way to avoid infodump is to place that information in the mouth of a character; however, one must take care to assure it would be expected for the characer to give out that information. Imagine that I turn to Bob now and say: As you know, Bob, today is the four hundreth anniversary of the founding of our great city Bilartha. I fear, however, that our joy will be muted, for it's only been a year that the Goularb annexed us in the war, and we still feel their oppresive rule."
"I do know that, professor!" responded Bob.
"I know you do!" laughed the professor. "This is why this is widely considered to be a bad strategy."
