Unleash your imaginiation…
I stare forlornly at the internet browser, reading and re-reading those words again, almost to the point where they are now almost burned permanently in my memory…
"The following sections of FanFiction.Net will no longer be continued. Entries in these categories will be removed on October 12th, 2002. If you have an entry in the follow areas, please login and use the new "Backup" feature to download them to your computer for personal backup.
o NC-17 based entries will no longer be accepted. Though they are very small portion of the site the adult stories have generated almost all of the complaints filed on record in the past year. Moreover, the highest concentration of them are growing in areas with subjects targeted to younger readers and with increasingly controversial subject matters. However, not all NC-17 based stories fall into the description but as result of their increasing volume a decision has been made to resolve this problem. Innocent writers will be affected but this has to be done considering the non-filtering scheme of the site.
o Many months ago FanFiction.Net introduced a form of ban for real-person based stories (RPS): actor fiction. After evaluating that ban and receiving many responses as a result of that ruling, it has been decided that we need to extend the rule to all real-person stories to keep it consistent. The affected categories are:
§ All Music Groups
§ Misc Sports
§ TV Shows Big Brother, Survivor, Who's Line is it anyway?"
I think of all the writers that put their heart and soul into writing the KoRn and Slipknot fics I enjoyed so much…and soon they, along with all the good (and the bad) NC-17 fics will be gone.
"Is something wrong?" a slithery voice asked behind my right shoulder.
"It's fanfiction.net, Jack," I replied with a frown. "you know all those NC-17 fics they had on there?"
"Of course…those are my favorites."
"They're not going to be on there anymore after Oct.12th."
"You're bullshitting me, right? I know you are. My skewed believers…they write a shitload of nc-17 fics…and I like reading those from other fandoms as well," Jack hissed, his blue eyes narrowing into slits.
"As much as I love to bullshit you, Jack, I'm afraid I'm not this time," I replied, going into my account to see if I had any new reviews. (I doubted that I did, because I've been a slow-ass recently on writing, but that's another story.)
"So why's he doing it?"
"The admin? Xing? No one really seems to know. People on the fanfiction mailing lists think it has to do with some kind of legal mumbo-jumbo about child porn laws or something."
"What about the complaints?"
I laughed. "If I were Xing replying to the complainers of the nc-17 stories, I'd tell them point blank that no-one's forcing them to read it. Most nc-17 stories I know have the appropriate warnings on them, etc. etc. and if a parents writing the complaints, I'd tell them to get off their fat asses and start paying attention to what their kids are doing on the net-God knows there's plenty more sites out there that do far more harm to kids than a fanfiction site, for Christ's sake. I'd also tell them to get Cyber-nanny."
"Oooh, I like it when you get angry."
"I'm angry, but I imagine the people that write nc-17 are even more so…especially the ones that pay for support services." Sighing sadly, I try to start the next to last part of 'The Fragile'. "I think after I finish 'The Fragile', Jack…I think I'm going to take my fanfic elsewhere. There are quite a few that are doing the same."
"Well I for one will support you and the other writers no matter what they decide to do…although I DO want my naughty fics, DAMN IT."
"I'm sure that vote of confidence, coming from an imaginary serial killer and stalker such as yourself, will inspire us all," I reply, sarcasm dripping from the words.
"It should…I am 'The Jack of all Trades', after all….
Yeah, corny as hell ending, but I think ya'll see my point.
Vive la resistance! ;)