Subject: [FFML] [MST]Mystery Anime Theatre 2000, Episode MAT2k1-00: Prelude to a Disaster.
From: "RST" <beka_thomas@yahoo.com>
Date: 12/14/1999, 7:37 PM
To: "FFML" <ffml@fanfic.com>


Hey, i'm under the wire here, the final edition of this MST is released
in 2 days, please C+C me!

--RST




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-- File: MAT2k100.txt



Fic being MSTied: None.
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[Opening sequence: This space for rent.]

[Fade from black. Viewpoint headed rapidly into a USASkates rink. You
	can see a milennium party in progress.]

MUSIC:: PRINCE: We're gonna party like it's nineteen [cutoff]
	WIL SMITH: Hold up, it is.

[Viewpoint zooms in on a girl sitting alone at a table eating.]

GIRL: Hey, what are you?

[A semi-distorted voice replies]

VOICE: Are you Rebeka Thomas?

GIRL: No, she's over there [points]

[The screen flashes white]

VOICE: This discussion never happened.

[Viewpoint zooms away in direction pointed]

[You see a girl just lacing up a pair of Roller Skates]

GIRL: Hey, what're you?

VOICE: Are you Rebeka Thomas?

REBEKA: Yeah, and you're Rude.

[No, it's not the robot's real name, but it's funny so I'll keep it
	till I reveal its name]

RUDE: Due to your lack of getting work done on your fanfics, you have
	been sentenced to 3 years watching/reading bad anime fanfiction.
	There is a transport waiting to take you to the satellite.

REBEKA: Whatever.

[Viewpoint goes outside the front door, presumably being followed by
	Rebeka]

LATER.....

[You see Rebeka trying desperately to build something.]

REBEKA: [gloomily] Oh, hi; Cambot.

[You hear a beeping noise; Rebeka ignores it. It continues, sounding
	quite impatient.]

REBEKA: Oh, all right! What is it? [Notices a light on whatever fixture
	the camera is on.] Oh, we're live! Hi there, my name's Rebeka
	Thomas. I was sentenced to three (3) years watching bad fanfics
	because of my habit of taking on projects and being unable to get
	anything done. After the sentence is up, I must stay up here until
	I finish all of my current projects, and have a good start on any
	that are already up here. Right now I'm working on a robot to help
	me keep my sanity during this time.

[Rebeka starts fiddling with a knob on a device on top of the robot's
	clear, glass, bubble-like head.]

REBEKA [muttering to herself:] Lessee... if I use the plasma charge
	generator with the flux regulator, it should form conscious thought
	patterns on its own....

[The Robot, who looks a lot like Tom Servo, activates and begins
	talking]

ROBOT: Oh no, not again....

REBEKA: Not again what?

ROBOT: You wouldn't understand. There's this guy, I think his name was
	Arthur Dent, who keeps killing me every time I get reincarnated.
	by activating this robot, you just yanked me out of the afterlife
	for another go at it.

REBEKA: Well, you lucked out. You were probably reincarnated into a
	parallel universe. So, what's your name?

ROBOT: Agrajag.

REBEKA: You'll need to watch bad anime fanfics with me and make fun of them.

AGRAJAG: You mean like that one TV show, MST3k?

REBEKA: We're not supposed to know about that... 4th wall and all that shit.
	Well, I still need one more companion before we can start...

[No sooner then she says it, Bill Gates appears out of thin air]

REBEKA: What are you doing here?!

GATES: Well, after the apocalypse, I was... waitaminute this is the
	past so you probably don't know my identity. Hi, I'm the devil.
	After the apocalypse, which happened in 99,999 AD, happened, A

[Did that sentence seem awkward to anyone else?]

	spontaneous portal opened up at the bottom of the lake of burning
	sulfur [1] and I was sent here. Where is here, anyway?

REBEKA: This is a satellite, which is being used by the FFML as
	punishment for not working on any of my projects. I'm stuck here
	watching bad fanfics, and it looks like so are you. fallen angel or
	not, you can't breathe without air, and they drain it from
	everywhere but the theater.

GATES: Okay... I suppose we're supposed to make fun of the fic, like in
	that tv series,

REBEKA: [whispering] SSSH! We're not supposed to know about that. Fourth wall
	and all that.

GATES: Right.

[Suddenly, a klaxon goes off, and a display with eight 7-segment LEDs
	starts blinking "OSCARFIC"]

REBEKA: Oh shit, we have Oscarfic sign!!!!

[Well, that's all our time for today! tune in New years' eve to watch
	the newly-formed group MST "Artemis's Lover." By the way, I still
	need a copy!]


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