I owe everything on this site to the Super Jesus Project. That's the real deal primary souce, understand? It’s changed my life, but I didn’t plan on this. I didn’t plan on playing the role of independent journalist. So how did it happen?
This story starts in 2018 when I was still working as a cog at REDACTEDREDACTEDRETACTED [name removed due to fear of reprisals], a mid-market publishing house. You're me, the guy forced to slog through the slush pile of garbage that gets sent to us for consideration. Real mind-numbing shit. How much fairy porn can a man read? If I wasn't thinking about lunch, I was thinking about death.
That was until one day when the company Slack went quiet, and private meetings started popping up on all the higher-up’s Google calendars like zits on a boar's ass.
Something was going down.
The REDACTEDREDACTED literary agency brought us The Super Jeus Project, the debut novel from zee.shirley19@gmail.com [don’t want any harm to befall the author. This site was created without her knowledge]. Soon after, I heard whispering about how we got our hands on The Next Great American Novel (or at least the last good book before AI takes over). Big fucking deal. Whatever. What intrigued me more was the other rumor about the project, that the book was about the Entertainment Industry Complex and the Illuminati.
Naturally, being the foolhardy red-pilled solider of God that I am, I wanted to get my hands on it, so I started asking around, but it was sort of above my pay grade. Top secret shit. There was a paranoia that another publisher would poach it if word got out. But little did they know that I had someone in the know. The only problem, though, was that she signed an NDA, and she was sort of a bitch about that sort of thing.
Still, she let me in on a thing or two, like how the book was suddenly on hold and undergoing a fuck ton of stealthy rewrites. Which was weird. It made no sense since they had been fast-tracking the project from the start. Why then? Well, my girl told me that these "consultants" were demanding it. People outside the publisher, but she couldn’t name-drop them.
Management then sent a Slack to the whole company that no one was to ever utter another word about Super Jesus again. The project was dead. The “consultants” killed it. And we were the ones who had to bury it. Goodbye, Super Jesus. We had bought the rights from the author and told her we’d never publish it.
Now, I’m no brainiac, but this was pretty fucking suspect. Red flags for as far as the eyes could see. Luckily, things weren't going so well with me and my girlfriend, so I sort of stopped giving a shit, grew some balls, and stole a copy of the book off her work laptop when she was taking a shower. That was that.
I finished the project in a day. My mind was blown. I confronted my girlfriend. How could she keep this from me? I was drowning, and she refused to give me water. I told her the world deserved to know, but you can guess how that went.
So here I am, shouting into the void, trying to spread the news – trying to be the Paul Revere of our time. I won’t lie. I’m scared to come forward. This will kick up a hornet’s nest, but I felt it was my responsibility—no, my duty!—to warn you. You have a duty now, too. Spread this shit far and wide.
Unfortunately, we may never know what was in that first draft of the Super Jesus Project. From the markings on the page, it seems that this version was in its third rewrite at the time. It’s impossible to separate what zee.shirley19@gmail.com wrote and what the "consultants" snuck in there. But that’s the game. If it’s just the right mix of truth and lies, they cancel each other out, making it easier for the SHEEPLE out there to dismiss us, the people who have the courage to proclaim what is real and good and true in this world. That’s where you come in. We need reinforcements. How will you help? Will you accept the call? WWG1WGA!
What will be your claim to fame? Me? I found Century City. So, what will you find when you read the Super Jesus Project?