omg for real though it’s really sad that the most well-developed idea i’ve had for nanowrimo is about anthropomorphized sperm

i mean, at first you don’t know it’s about sperm and it’s set in a dystopian the giver-type world where everyone is assigned a career and there are these elite “athletes” whose only apparent purpose is to train for The Race, except nobody really knows what The Race is because no one’s ever come back from it

and the main character is one of these elites and he practices every day and is driven to a fault, like maybe he even accidentally kills another elite during a bar fight or something

and this is all interspersed with chapters about a guy going on a first date and then soon you realize that oh, they’re his sperm

and sperm elite athlete has stashed the body and is worried that the authorities will discover his crime and disqualify him from the race and wanders around with a hangover until he hears a loud alarm blaring from the Big Brother speakers and oh shit it’s The Race

so this great Hunger Games battle ensues and it’s implied that he is performing well and has a good chance of maybe winning even though nobody even knows how The Race ends

and then we cut to the dude who was on a date and find out he’s getting a blow job

it will forever remain an idea because i feel like it requires the right blend of drama and satire and my skills aren’t advanced enough to make this work and it would just be objectively terrible