In a message dated 8/24/2001 7:04:22 PM US Mountain Standard Time,
sommer@3rdm.net writes:
And getting on to the next piece as a way of avoiding writing:
Ah, ways of avoiding writing. I generally favor video games, myself.
And, a warning, as always: I reserve the right to make as full and complete a
use of any and all C&C given to me, including but not limited to using comical
remarks as dialogue.
In other words, RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED. ^_@]
> A girl of about fifteen to sixteen years of age was in the
> middle of pondering over a great philosophical question,
Should I grow up and treat men as a fellow human beings, or should I just
treat them as the stupid, hormone-driven, insensative garbage they all are?
Hmm... Michiru channeling Akane? ^_^
> Yes, she'd just replayed the part about the poor boy from
> the poor family, then large chunks of concrete had started falling
> down. Then, the shaking floor knocked her down, and she saw a broken
> metal girder fall down edgefirst toward her, there was some sort of
> big green flash, she blacked out, and awoke face-up, half-buried in
> a grey dust. She slowly stood up and brushed the dust off.
Death: FRIGHTFULLY SORRY ABOUT THAT. HAVEN'T GOTTEN AROUND TO DUSTING IN A
WHILE.
You know, that inspired me to add a few lines in there...
> "I have no idea," Michiru said, smoothing back her shoulder-
> length aquamarine hair, "but try to remember, unless you wish to
> have your face rearranged again, Tachiwakimakehaki, I prefer to
> be called 'Michelle.'"
Evil.
I HAD to include that in somewhere. ^_^
Now, if only I could recall what the latest dubbed material called Hotaru...
> was a guitarist on the company band, and the manager of the branch
> office. He was really annoying, and really annoying people got to
> call her 'Michelle.'
Heh. Cute.
The rest of the Senshi are going to get to call her 'Michelle,' as well. ^_-
> However, she had no idea why she was quibbling over names
> while other matters seemed to be of more pressing importance. For
> example, where was her violin? There didn't appear to be any
> trace of it. She loved that violin. It was a Stradivarius, very
> rare, and an heirloom. Replacing it would not be an easy task.
As she got up, she stumbled and fell over a briefcase of Stradivarious'
that
just happened to be lying next to her.They had a 'For Sale: 10 yen' sign
next to them.
Hmm... These lines could be useful....
> Michiru's attention was drawn to the fact that most people
most of the people
Right! Thanks, got it.
> Something BIG must have blown to weaken the barrier this much.
> *The device couldn't have done this by itself.
Probably need a closing '*'
Well, in my mind, it didn't specifically need it, but if it would help avoid
confusion,
I'll add it.
> The girl sat down on a nearby rock and think
thought
Oops, ouch, missed that one...
I can only proofread so much before the jokes cease to be funny to me. ^_^;;;;
> There's something odd about this boulder, thought Michiru.
> She stood and examined it. Upon close inspection, the black
> object had small yet detailed gold engravings on it.
Ah, just like the rocks I keep digging up in my backyard. Perfectly normal
rock, then
Yup! Just like Douglas Adams' "Perfectly Normal Beasts." ^_^
> Six feet, six inches tall.
> Blood-red fur and skin.
> Shadowy, chitinous armor, covering neck to ankles.
> Four arms.
> Six fingers on each hand with six-inch claws.
> Big, sharp, six-inch fangs.
> Upwardly curved six-inch horns.
> Metal-shod hoofed feet.
> Enough muscles to make Arnold Schwartzeneger faint.
Lawyers. Kill them before they mulitply.
Sorry. One got away. Tax-audits are a-comin'! Run! ^_^
> They were identical; completely indistinguishable one from
> the other,
indistinguishable from one another.
Right! Thanks.
except for the white plastic picture/barcode IDs clipped
> to the collars of their armor.
Heh. Nice to see they've adjusted with the times.
Hey, you can't expect _all_ demons to come in withoud ID.
They'd never even be able to get through customs...
> Judging by the tags, they were named Bob and Rick.
>
> They snarled and leered at her, licking their lips.
Each wanted the dress she was in. They thought they would look good in it.
There'll be _no_ revealing the whole reason behind the entire Demon story-arc
until later. ^_^
> *Bzzzr!* A blue, trident-like symbol burned on the young
> woman's forehead. Her screams stopped and she started recalling
> things. She began to remember a long-gone life entirely different
> from this one.
She had been a swordsman called Kenshen Himura. She was good at killing
people and going 'oro' a lot.
Oh, now look what you've gone and did. You've given me an idea.
I like it. ^_^
> Images flooded Michiru's mind, about a Silver Millennium,
Oh. From farther back then. You know, we never do get to see that brief
period of about forty years when she had been reincarnated as a tentacle
demon. Don't know why. It was where she developed her current taste for
women, after all.
SHHH! That's not going to be revealed until later!
about
> planetary Kingdoms, and about a group of female soldiers called to
> protect their worlds, their people, and above all to protect the
> Queen and the Moon Kingdom.
And then the magic mushrooms she had before the concert wore off and she
remembered it had all been a fantasy and she had really been a dirt farmer
in her previous life.
Careful around those mushrooms. In this story, drug-tripping and
reality aren't that far apart...
> "Hah!" Sailor Neptune rolled away into a kneeling position.
Just the way Haruka likes her. :)
I'll have to decide whether Haruka gets put in later or not...
> She raised her hands above her head, gathering together a large
> blue sphere of watery energy, which flowed like great midair streams
> into her grasp. "Deeeeep," she began, and thrust her hands in front,
> firing the ringed ball toward her foes. "Submuurge!"
Do you want two 'u's in that?
No, I wanted three. Thanks for catching that one. I fixed it. ^_^
> Breakfast was nice, thought Luna to herself. The steaks were
> of a very high quality, and quite tasty, too.
They weren't bad. She would have prefered fish heads. She had always
preferred fish heads, even when she had been a human in the Silver
Millinium. A bit or irony, that, in light of her current form.
Hmm... Was she human in the manga? IIRC, she was 100% cat in the past as
in the future, in the anime...
Well, except that one point where she gets changed in a movie...
> "Hmm... a mushroom, another mushroom, a half-finished henshin
> stick, a Kenshin comic book,
Michiru would be having flashbacks right about now.
Indeed. ^_^
some little bits of string, a few
> bacteria samples... Eew, a dead swallow."
Arby: Tis nae mah fault. Ah always did swallow. Never spit. T'wernt proper
manners any other way.
Arby: Oh, Oye dunno. The lil' spits are koinda cute. Taste great on a cracker!
> "Fifteen, sixteen, no, twenty Elvis Presley eight-tracks, a
> framed picture of a clown mushroom, wait--a 'Hello Kitty' dartboard?
> With Zulu spears stuck in it? Arby, I had no idea..."
Better than the bullet holes I have in mine, I suppose.
Eh, well, ArbyFish always were highly traditional creatures.
> "A five-inch stack of very long cards, several stacks of half-
> finished personal memoirs, all written in reverse-alphabetical
> order... Plans to take over the universe?! Ugh. These all look like
> they might actually work."
Which is why he abandoned them, no doubt. Too easy.
Or he already used them and never told anyone...
> Finishing that, the mooncat thought it appropriate to have a
> short funeral service for her dearly departed companion, but she
> didn't feel like a funeral. What she felt like doing was inviting
> all her friends out to a fancy restaurant and having a big, fat
> party.
Which is called a 'wake.' Which is a form of funeral service.
Interesting. So, Luna was organizing a wake instead...
> "Oh come on, Mister Wharf," a balding man replied in a French
> accent, not seeming to take the complaint seriously, "we only need
> three thousand yen more and we can buy the transspacial unit to
> activate the warp core to trigger the tetryon particle emissions to
> stop the Borg invasion and restore the timeline to its proper course!"
Horrible thing is, somewhere out there was a Star Trek script that probably
had that. :P
Star Trek scripts are kind of like Fan Fiction in that way. You name it,
someone's
probably thought of it, gotten it looked at by the producers, and rejected
soon
afterward. ^_^
> Pikachu hopped behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of the
> hardest stuff there, then popped the cork and chugged the whole
> thing in just a few seconds.
>
> "Piii-kaaah!" Pikachu giggled, little 'X's forming over his
> eyes,
Somehow, I can see that.
Scary, isn't it?
Nice work. Seemed a bit breifer than the others, but that could be just me.
Yes, well, I'm not sure if to use the attachment option, so with the AOL
stuff,
I just try to fit it in what they give me (Approx. 32000 bytes).
D.B. Sommer
Thanks for your comments! They will be very useful in the revision, and
should speed the progress of the storyline...
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Benjamin A. Oliver
boredcollective@aol.com
"We are the Bored. Lower your shields and surrender your fics.
We will add your standup and slapstick comedy to our own.
Your humor will adapt to entertain us.
Resistance is and always has been: Futile."
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