The House Always Wins, pg03
Exposition, also called “laying pipe” (though you should be careful where and in what context you use that phrase, as it means something rather different in other company) is kind of a pain. Exposition, having characters organically address each other by name (not a thing that happens very often with people who know each other, in my experience), keeping a coherent plot…all of that stuff is kind of a slog.
Laying pipe is hard to do well, basically. Or I’m just not good at it (according to my ex-wife anyway LOLZ).
So, there’s a few things in this story that are just me capitulating to a hard task. The omniscient third person narration on page 1 (although I actually enjoy that, and would do more of it if I didn’t have to letter it), and now, with this page, me just biting possibly the greatest this-is-what-this-thing-is-about narration in the history of television to catch you up on who the protagonists are.
Of course, me being me, I twisted said narration into a bit of character work. Alternatively, now it’s a parody, I can’t be sued, haha. But really, I’m after an effect: you don’t know who’s speaking yet, but you know he’s a prat and at least one person close to him not only hates him, but is willing to declare that in the eyes of God.
Because seriously, nobody likes a windbag, am I right?