The One Who Watches The Wotch: Part one: Introduction

Works of fiction can be said to embody certain ideas from the writers or artists. Maybe that’s a bit obvious, but I doubt that many artists would openly admit to any messages or themes in their fictional works. Mainly because sometimes these messages get a little too personal and start telling things they probably want to keep to themselves (Ex. Stephenie Meyer’s portrayal of a healthy romantic relationship). This holds especially true for the Internet. Fanfiction in particular, especially if the writers make a new character that is the “perfect” boy/girlfriend for the one character that they like in real life who just “happens” to have their real name or act in a fashion the writer wishes they could themselves act.
Knowing this, trying to analyze a webcomic like The Wotch makes it hard to remain objective. Going solely by what I see in the comic and its supplementary works, I cannot help but ponder at what diseased mind can hold ideals such as these and claim to be “normal”.

The Wotch. “What does this comic embody,” you may wonder? From what I have seen, this comic embodies the twisted ideals of people who turned transgender issues into a sexual fetish as a form of escapism, but are too afraid to admit it to anyone, including themselves (Supposedly, girls also read this comic. Or so they claim.) For three years, this thing has haunted my subconscious. Every time I see a link to this abomination, my mind shudders as it remembers the time I wasted reading this waste of pixels and bytes. Every time I see the front page, I am reminded of my shameful curiosity that convince me reading the entire archive was worth it. Every time I see the comics themselves, I mock them to hell and back to hide my regrets behind the pointed barbs of criticism. Once I stop laughing, I fear that I would start crying bitter tears of rage over my youthful folly.

Since I read this comic, I have had nightmares of suddenly being transformed into something that I am not. Nightmares of my mind becoming slowly and uncontrollably altered to a point where any trace of my existence have been irreversibly erased. And then some alien being is allowed to parade with my name and integrates itself so heavily into my former life that it was like I was never born at all. And why should I have been? Everybody’s much happier now anyways. Can you comprehend that fear? The worst thing about it is…this is somone’s idea of a sexual fetish. Don’t believe me? Look no further than The Wotch. That’s all this comic essentially is. An excuse to look at teenagers turn into girls or mythological creatures or statues or trees or ”I don’t know what the hell that’s supposed to be”; It’s all just a big guilt-free wankfest!

On the surface, the Wotch is an average comic. The art is bland, the plots are boring and cliché, and people keep changing into other things, but the first two seasons doesn’t seem that bad. But then you stop and realize you kinda skimmed over most of it. So you read it again, this time looking carefully for anything you didn’t notice like plot points and character development. Then you notice that a girl turned into a werecat with stonking great tits and ripped most of her shirt off and is now fighting a werewolf and a catgirl. So, you read it over from the start, because you are confused by when this PG-13 comic became so sexualized. Then you realize that some of these parts might have already been sexualized and you just didn’t notice it. Like that nerd turning into a ripoff of Jean Grey from X-Men. Or Anne Onymous turning four football players into a group of bimbo cheerleaders. Or when that Asian girl turned into a…Pikachu? Seriously? But it’s a PG-13 comic, right? This weird stuff isn’t important to the plot. I can just read it for the “plot”, and it won’t be a problem, right? Then you skim over most of it again because the points when there are plot are so damn dull you rush to finish the stupid thing. And this cycle continues Ad nauseam until eventually, you give up on this comic because it is creeps you out and somehow bores you to tears at the same time. Or, alternatively, you stay to look at doodles of 16-year olds turning into girls and centaur girls and furry girls or statues shaped like girls. Because it just turns you on so much, you sick monster.

As you can tell, I am really bitter from reading this comic. The anger has been engraved into my very soul itself. And the only way I can relieve this burden is to warn others. To know that others can see this comic for what it really is, and to save them from the horrors I endured. Unfortunately, feelings aren’t enough to convince anyone. You need evidence, right? Well then, let’s take a look at what exactly is wrong with this webcomic.