History SoYouWantTo / AvoidTheThemeParkVersion

In this world, there are at least seven billion points of view on every given moment, as much sides to stories as there are people involved, and let's not start about gender, because you know there are more than the ordinary two.

What's different? What's the same? What makes the place unique? What's probably similar to what you already know?

Don't stuff in everything you think you know, keep it subtle. Do the people in the place you live in constantly shout about what makes them different from the rest of the world? Not likely.

However, most will dress and behave in accordance with their culture's expectations and mores. A custom may be weird to an outsider, but it ''isn't'' to the people who live with it every day. If it's customary in your setting for men over the age of fifteen to wear a hat shaped like a teapot, the weird one is going to be the guy who ''doesn't''.

A place, a world, a life is made of pieces. A themepark is merely a piece. So is a bar, the house of a friend, the swan-infested lake, that creepy alley, that one street with the pretty lights when it's foggy, John Smith's farm, the dark forest where people disappear, the village fair, and all the people you meet.

Now put them together into a wonderful chaotic, detailed, intricate, complicated world, full of light and shadows and colours. I know you can. You're awesome, remember?

However, most will dress and behave in accordance with their culture's expectations and mores. A custom may be weird to an outsider, but it ''isn't'' to the people who live with it everyday. If it's customary in your setting for men over the age of fifteen to wear a hat shaped like a teapot, the weird one is going to be the guy who ''doesn't''.

There are rich parts and poor parts. Places where the clean-up crew is paid to come and places you can't pay the clean-up crew to go. The manic grin of welcome and the axe crazy woobie behind it. Landscape under influence of the blight of the apocalypse and relatively ordinary pieces of nature and world that ensure that life is still possible. [[ThePollyanna Pollyannas]] may exist on a CrapsackWorld. Doom and hellfire might still [[CrapsaccharineWorld lurk underneath Utopia]].

There are rich parts and poor parts. Places where the clean-up crew is paid to come and places you can't pay the clean-up crew to go. The manic grin of welcome and the axe crazy woobie behind it. Landscape under influence of the blight of the apocalypse and relatively ordinary pieces of nature and world that ensure that life is still possible. [[ThePollyanna Pollyannas]] may exist on a crapsack world. Doom and hellfire might still [[CrapsaccharineWorld lurk underneath Utopia]].

Try to capture the feel of it while still writing about it as if it was a place like any other you've described. After all, if all is well, it's still more or less in the same dimension, experienced by the same or similar people as the other places where. \\

* Post-WWII, it's true, the whole world is more or less Westernized; but prior to the war, especially prior to the 19th century and European colonization, you really did have multiple civilizations with quite different intellectual assumptions. Some things are universal, but not all of them; [[GenjiMonogatari Lady Murasaki]] thought that the naked human body was uninteresting, Roman generals conducted suicide attacks, and the Victorian English believed that children were innocent. You can find one example of how a different civilization thinks right here on TVTropes: Main/MartyrdomCulture.

There are rich parts and poor parts. Places where the clean-up crew is paid to come and places you can't pay the clean-up crew to go. The manic grin of welcome and the axe crazy woobie behind it. Landscape under influence of the blight of the apocalypse and relatively ordinary pieces of nature and world that ensure that life is still possible. Pollyannas may exist on a crapsack world. Doom and hellfire might still lurk underneath Utopia.

A city is not just skyscrapers or monumental buildings. A country is not just fields. Or one town, you Potter-maniacs who think Britain = London.
There are rich parts and poor parts. Places where the clean-up crew is paid to come and ew. The manic grin of welcome and the axe crazy woobie behind it. Landscape under influence of the blight of the apocalypse and relatively ordinary pieces of nature and world that ensure that life is still possible. Pollyannas may exist on a crapsack world. Doom and hellfire might still lurk underneath Utopia.