Outside of the updates made to the show to attempt to fix the ableism modern versions of the shows scripts are less funny and flow worse

Some examples of this are

- after Noel's lament when Mischa talks about watching drag race and using the term "hunty", A piece of information and a item in his speech pattern that doesn't fit his character. This scene works significantly better when mischa talks about the Macklemore song "Same love" because not only is that an absurd way to become not homophobic but it also fits his character as a white boy rapper who seemingly only listens to ringtone rap and (maybe Crunk?)

- Ricky's transition. This entire scene feels so rough. It literally starts with mischa going "ricky why don't you tell us about yourself". As if Jacob was literally struggling to write Ricky's transition and just gave up on trying and decided to have mischa just push the story along because they had to. Which sucks because the earlier versions of the show give Ricky this amazing monologue that tells us more about his philosophies without it feeling too forced.

This also makes comedic lines that do stay from older versions feel like tonal whiplash (to quote a friend, "(modern) rtc feels almost family friendly and then they randomly hit you with 'CHEESE SANDWICHES MADE OUT OF HUMAN BREASTMILK'")

All in all rtc is a great show with a rich history but IMO modern versions of scripts are extremely disappointing compared to the versions that got me into this musical/fandom

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At long last, Conrad gets a bio!

Conrad is the co-host for the morning announcements at Saint Cassian’s (alongside @kingcho’s Enid Crossings) and the semi-host of a low-budget community radio station. His voice is literally inescapable, hence being designated the “loudest boy in town.” Despite his stereotypical “bully jock from an 80s teen movie” look and weird local celebrity status, Conrad is never mean on purpose, but he’s not exactly attuned to the feelings of others, and frequently runs his mouth and says the worst possible thing for a given situation. His concept is loosely inspired by a niche genre of campy 1950s and 60s novelty songs about lovable teens dying in horrendous car crashes. Practically joined at the hip with @kingcho’s finest loser, Enid Crossings. Bonus info: he has four brain cells on the best of days, seems to drive that terribly on purpose, he’s a massive ham, his sense of self crumbles without an “audience,” he has canonically violated the Geneva convention, and word around the school says that he and Enid are more than just friends.

(Psst! For more info, check out his Karnak-style intro spiel with stage directions below the cut. If you still need more, follow his tag here on my blog, or ask me directly if you want!)

“Conrad Curtis. Born August 5th. Leo…evidently. Favorite ride: the plate-breaking game.

Born into a long-running small-town-celebrity tradition, Conrad inherited a ‘poster boy’ spot on Uranium’s very own community radio station, 104.5. With a pair of enthusiastically supportive parents, a spot on what could charitably be called the Saint Cassian’s baseball team, and excessive peer adulation, Conrad has never known anything short of praise and smooth sailing…with the sole exception of the day he learned that he had only been raised Catholic so that he could eventually become ex-Catholic, as all his forefathers had been.”

[A random cardboard cutout of the Pope appears from behind part of a broken carnival game. CONRAD throws a fastball at it, knocking it down.]

“In perhaps his first introduction to a regular human with a regular life, he befriended Enid Crossings during their tenure in a school production of Bye Bye Birdie. Enid ran tech backstage. Conrad played…”

[CONRAD performs an abhorrent, Elvis-esque hip swivel.]

“…himself. Despite the fact that Enid had caused his father’s infertility due to grievous testicular trauma during Field Day games only a few years prior— don’t act that part out, please— the two quickly became inseparable, operating as the school’s morning announcers.

Hotshot. Golden boy. Voice of the North. Uranium’s radiant son.

Conrad Curtis. The loudest boy in town.”

Tw: arachnophobia,bugs

Expanding on the ecoterrorism: Celeste was able to order what she thought would be about 300 bold jumping spiders for pranks, what She actually ordered was over 2000 and she lets them roam all over uranium as her “Army of John’s” this has fucked up the Uranium ecosystem as they have killed out several types of insects in town, She is oblivious to the harm she’s caused.

She also has a favorite John (it’s John #17)

My rtc oc is almost 2 years old i should post about her

(Tw: implied religious trauma)

Meet Celeste Bryant

Born November 27th. Sagittarius, the sympathetic nature. Celeste was conceived when her mother, Georgia: a party girl staying in the big city of Toronto had a one night stand with a man named Jesse. Not being able to handle this less than immaculate conception, Georgia would convince the father to marry her. Together they would raise Celeste, homeschooling her with their tiny apartment lovingly teaching her the joys of catholic guilt for 8 years. Things would change when Jesse would pass away. They would both pack their bags and begrudgingly move to the only other place to go. Uranium. After being enrolled in St.Cassian's. Celeste would discover her own problem. That she was incredibly socially inept. This would be until Celeste discovered the joy of the prank. At first her fellow students would appreciate her attempts to fit in, but as time went on she would escalate to seem humorous, they would all find her and her schemes far too harmful. All terrified by the monster that she has turned into. The creation, too scared to know if it’s truly herself.

Celeste Bryant, the most mischievous girl in Town.

Art credits: @rodethecyclone, @lemon69lol, PotatoLord picrew

This is not a drill

We Finally got an update on the uranium teen screen trilogy! (apparently more info to come on the 15th)

As someone around for 9-11 and the "NEVER FORGET NUMBER #1 GREATEST TRAGEDY EVER IN HISTURY" response to it I am in thrilled and invigorated by the fact that younger people just make amogus memes and TikTok nonsense about it. A huge chunk of America cared more about it than any entire genocide and thought you would cry learning about it. They hoped it'd make every generation patriotically angry forever and ever and want to join the military. Instead you Photoshop the towers into squidwards house and shit. Never stop lol

This is not a drill

We Finally got an update on the uranium teen scream trilogy! (apparently more info to come on the 15th)

I’m fucking crying

pics from my rtc set design pinterest board i think tumblr will appreciate

Girlie just wants a hug (I love her so much I am going to die)

y’all remember Enid? This is her now…….feel old yet 😎

For every person who likes or reblogs this post today, I will boop you.

You cannot stop me.

Only prolong your fate.

Not now sweaty mommy’s drawing the same oc over and over again

Pin for survivors

Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

Trans Visibility Day activities

(image id in alt, i hope!)