Jeanne Hedge wrote:

At 01:02 PM 3/5/98 -0600, Christopher J Angel wrote:

David Johnston wrote:

It isn't really very different, is it?  Self insert mysteriously appears
and is immediately taken into the bosom of the Knight Sabers.  The main
distinctive feature is the character's snappy dialogue ala Crimson
Shieldsman.

Unfortunately, let's be honest.  The intro HAS to be remarkably similar,
because in a real SI, the most logical thing for Sylia to do would be a
bullet to the temple.  At least Boss was there to give me a decent
reference.

Yeah, as much as I hate to admit (because I find this the most implausible
part of BGC SI fics), you don't have a story if the KS don't "adopt" the
insertee almost immediately (unless the insertee is going to be an outsider
-- and if that happens, what's the point of writing an insertion fic?)

For an idea of what might happen in 'reality', check out a fic titled "We
Just Want to Help You", available in the RAAC archive and my web site <plug
plug>

Spamfic time!

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I shouldn't have touched it.  I should have run away the moment a 
glowing tunnel appeared in my office.  Of course it did block the 
doorway, but I could have climbed out the window.  It could have
been something that instantly killed me...or slowly killed me.  
But, I just couldn't resist.  It looked so much like an episode of
"Sliders"...

The moment I got close, it sucked me up.  Going through, it felt like
I'd been turned inside out, rolled up into a ball, dribbled and tossed
through a hoop to drop down into a swirly, psychedelic mass of brilliant
colours.  

SOMETHING noticed me.  It looked like a brightly glowing orb.  Wait a 
second...tunnel...bright light...  *No, you aren't dead.*  

*Hey!  Telepathy!  Can I go home now?*

*What, to that pathetic life of yours?*

*I really don't think you need to insult me.*

*I'm not insulting you.  Just pointing you that your life is boring
and futile and this is a chance for you to get a fresh start.*

*Fresh start?*

*Pick one of those fictional realities buzzing around in that 
overpacked skull of yours.  Reading your mind has been very 
entertaining and I'd like to return the favour by giving you
one self insertion wish.  You've always wanted to live a life of 
adventure.  This is your chance to experience things directly 
instead of vicariously.  Carpe diem!*

*But I'd get killed!*

*Not a problem.  Within reason I'll provide you with the attributes
required to fulfill your fantasy.  Sorry but I'll have to limit you
to just barely human in your capabilities.  Regulations.  Ever since
that Twister fella came through, they've really clamped down*

*Fair enough.  But...I don't know how to pick.*

*Just make a wish, I don't have all millenium.*

*All right then.  I wish...to join the Knight Sabers as their fifth
member!*

The orb flared up in response, and another tunnel sucked us both in.
I landed hard and lost my lunch on the cold concrete.  I shakily got
to my feet and brushed my hair out of my eyes.  Then I looked down.
"Hey!  I asked for Bubblegum Crisis, not Ranma 1/2!"  Yep.  Soprano.

The sphere was still there.  *I said I'd give you the necessary 
attributes, didn't I?  Or didn't you realise that Sylia Stingray 
only hires girls?*

"But why am I naked?*

*Fan Service!*
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