Author's Note: Fanfiction doesn't seem to grasp the fact that everyone should be given a fair trial in a democracy and that moderators should act as police as well as a jury and lawyers rather than simply police. I'm kind of rambling right now, so if this doesn't make sense then please disregard it.
Anyways, simply because a society has 'laws' (rules, guidelines) is no reason to assume that no one is ever going to break them and that when people do break laws (rules, guidelines) they should be offered a chance to explain why they broke those laws. What i'm saying is that when I changed my story's rating from 'K+' to 'T' so that I could post this second chapter for my story (more like a series of drabbles, not gonna lie) I believed that I was obeying the site's rules. There is no sexual content and no extreme gore in this chapter (although there is intentional disturbing content to contrast with the fluffiness of my previous chapter) and I believed that it deserved a 'T' rating rather than an 'M'. I was upset that my story was deleted by the fanfiction admins because had they told me that the addition of this chapter meant that this story deserves an 'M' rating because I would have gladly altered the rating had they told me this beforehand. Had they changed the rating without my consent, yet kept the story on the site I would have been happy. As it stands, my previous chapter is now gone and I have no way to recover it and the chapter they wanted to get rid of is the only one I can post. I'm reminded of why I quit writing (publishing using a shared account) on Fimfiction. I remember that I stopped because every story had to be pre-approved by an admin, yet after a story of mine wasn't pre-approved and I spent 20 minutes trying to convince the admin that the story did meet all of the site's rules and getting a defeated message claiming that the next time I posted the story he/she would approve it I would get rejected by a different admin and have to copy-and-paste the entire conversation in an attempt to convince the different admin to allow me to publish my story. After the fourth time I just got tired of it.
I guess what i'm saying is that I would have preferred to have been given a fine (asked to comply with the sites rules, or have my story rating changed) rather than being thrown in prison (have my story deleted). I would have also liked to have been made aware that I had broken a rule before I was punished for breaking the rule. Just because i clicked the message at the end of the list of the site's guidelines that claimed that I read them, doesn't mean that I understood them.
It had been three weeks since the death of Rocket Raccoon and most of the members of the team were coping with their grief in their own ways. Drax had spent the past three weeks searching for the villain who had taken Rocket away from him, and if the rest of the team had taken the time to notice his obsession they might have told him that 'Rat poison' was not a villain that he could destroy. Gamora seemed to alternate between acting as though she was apathetic to her friend's death when in view of the other members of her team, and sobbing quietly to herself when she was certain that she was alone. Groot seemed to be the most well-adjusted after his best friend's death, if only compared to his other team mates, since he seemed to have deluded himself into believing that his friend would return to him if he planted his tail into the same pot filled with dirt that Rocket had planted his own remains in.
He would have planted the full body, but he was afraid of encountering the wrath of a severely deluded Peter Quill.
"How do you get so dirty my darling?" Peter asked the rotting, maggot-infested corpse of his raccoon 'bride' as he attempted to clean his fur using an assortment of brushes and a tub filled with soapy water. The raccoon's eyes, which had been replaced about a week ago seemed to sparkle as the water droplets that had gathered on the glass started to reflect the lights from the various machines in Rocket's room.
"We can't have you looking so dirty today my dear." Peter said with a grin as he gently pulled the corpse out of the water and proceeded to dry it off. "Not on our wedding day after all." The outlaw said as his expression somehow became even more happy than it already was. Not a single member of the group had dared to inform the deluded Peter about the state of his beloved raccoon or his delusional state for fear of angering a crazed man with access to some of the most dangerous weapons in the galaxy. As a result, they had agreed to 'play along' and attend a wedding between a necrophile and his horribly decomposed bride.
"Are you ready my love?" Peter asked his bride, sub-consciously knowing that he would never respond, as he dressed him in a pretty white dress that he had 'borrowed' about a week after Rocket's death and adjusted to fit his small body. He gently shook the body to make the raccoon appear to nod before smiling and carrying him towards the room where the rest of the team would reluctantly witness their union.
