>good at writing, decide to write articles for an eSports

>>8462686
Most very serious depressing novels are actually funny satires. Like Kundera, Kafka etc. It's being done all the time.

Hell even the Pynchmeister is all about the funnies.

>>8462686
Melee hell?

Just read humorists and satirists. They used to be popular when people still read books. Check out Wodehouse or Kingsley or something.

You can't survive on satire, people tend to get bored of it quickly. You'll be chasing those 14k viewers forever.

>>8462807
What is the onion?

>>8462686
Adapt it to normal writing without trying to impose a narrative on it. People forget that equally as important as writing well, stylistically, is, for narrative fiction, the capability to tell stories. If your kind of telling stories is journalistic, try to approach it that way. Read DFW cruise and county fair essays

>>8462813
In a 20 year decline? they've cancelled literally everything that isn't their youtube channel, had multiple layoff waves, moved their offices to a cheaper city, lost contracts with CC and Adult Swim, sold their independence down the drain to fucking Univision... etc

>>8462844
Still have over 7.6M unque users a month, I'd say that's pretty successful

>>8462887
How can you life with yourself, defending Onion like this?

>>8462887
Breitbart gets 31 million unique visitors a month dude.

"I teach you the overman. Man is something that shall be overcome. What have you done to overcome him?
All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is the ape to man? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. And man shall be just that for the overman: a laughingstock or a painful embarrassment...
Behold, I teach you the overman. The overman is the meaning of the earth.Let your will say: the overman shall be the meaning of the earth! I beseech you, my brothers, remain faithful to the earth, and do not believe those who speak to you of otherworldly hopes! Poison-mixers are they, whether they know it or not. Despisers of life are they, decaying and poisoned themselves, of whom the earth is weary: so let them go.
Once the sin against God was the greatest sin; but God died, and these sinners died with him. To sin against the earth is now the most dreadful thing, and to esteem the entrails of the unknowable higher than the meaning of the earth...
What is the greatest experience you can have? It is the hour of the great contempt. The hour when your happiness, too, arouses your disgust, and even your reason and your virtue.
The hour when you say, 'What matters my happiness? It is poverty and filth and wretched contentment. But my happiness ought to justify existence itself.'
The hour when you say, 'What matters my reason? Does it crave knowledge as the lion his food? It is poverty and filth and wretched contentment.'
The hour when you say, 'What matters my virtue? As yet it has not made me rage. How weary I am of my good and my evil! All that is poverty and filth and wretched contentment.'

"I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourselves.
Alas, the time is coming when man will no longer give birth to a star. Alas, the time of the most despicable man is coming, he that is no longer able to despise himself. Behold, I show you the last man.
'What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?' thus asks the last man, and blinks.
The earth has become small, and on it hops the last man, who makes everything small. His race is as ineradicable as the flea; the last man lives longest.
'We have invented happiness,'say the last men, and they blink. They have left the regions where it was hard to live, for one needs warmth. One still loves one's neighbor and rubs against him, for one needs warmth...
One still works, for work is a form of entertainment. But one is careful lest the entertainment be too harrowing. One no longer becomes poor or rich: both require too much exertion. Who still wants to rule? Who obey? Both require too much exertion.
No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.
'Formerly, all the world was mad,' say the most refined, and they blink...
One has one's little pleasure for the day and one's little pleasure for the night: but one has a regard for health.
'We have invented happiness,' say the last men, and they blink."