WARNING: This story contains self-inserts, blatant Mary Sues, and little to no plotline. If you do not care for any of those things, please click the little "back" button at the top of your screen for something more worth your reading pleasure. However, if you DO enjoy those things, or are merely curious at how bad this train wreck will be, please continue.
Prologue
Ramen
A self-insert is a Mary Sue, no exceptions. If you have put yourself into the story you have broken one of the greatest laws of the fandom's canon universe. You don't belong there, you know you don't belong there and yet you still continue to write about your heroic deeds about saving the hero, defeating the evil and winning the guy, all while having super-special powers, dazzling looks, and perfect hair.
Yup, no one wants to read about your stupid Sue, so why write it? You won't get any praise. You're character isn't so special. Besides, self-insert characters are for pre-pubescent girls who have unrealistic expectations about life. You only write one to be paired up with your favorite character and will do anything for that to happen.
And I mean anything, even if it involves killing the original love interest off, stopping something important from happening, or the ever famous "self-sacrifice" that will make any character think that you are nothing but good.
So, why should you still read this? You probably shouldn't. We really aren't all that different from any other Mary Sue self-inserts. Though, we do like to think that we have better grammar than others, but that's just wish fulfillment.
Maybe if I tell you a little about us then you'll be curious enough to read the story. Or not. Whatever you want. It's not like we're forcing you to read it.
Stripes is a fourteen going on fifteen girl who just entered her freshman year in high school. Before entering high school she had an awkward social life and only a few friends who split up once the new year started.
She met me, Ramen, in drama class, where I convinced her to join the schools Anime Club. For a few months I thought of her as "Freshman Fungus"- Annoying at first, but it grows on you.
She was, and still is to this day, my best friend. She was there for me through all the drama of high school. We where a strange pair; whoever heard of a junior and freshman get along?
I really could not get this girl to stop talking at first, especially when she talked about one thing and one thing only- Tales of Symphonia. But since I really didn't have anything else to talk about I listened to her as she spoke of Lloyd, Kratos, exspheres, Desians, and half-elves.
I swear, she brainwashed me!
I have never been a gamer. The only video game I have ever finished all the way through was pokemon, and I never even filled up the stupid pokedex! I don't know HOW she did it, but within the course of four months she was able to convince me that Tales of Symphonia was the greatest game ever. And somehow, I started to believe her.
It wasn't long before I had picked out my favorite guy, started playing it at her house and buying my own copy online. In only two days of nonstop play I made it the Asgard Ranch. (Though the only reason I even got that far was because we had played to Palmacosta and I had a walkthrough on my lap for everything after… don't tell her though.)
But our story begins at the start of the summer. All it took was an online contest, a strange knock-off ipod, and a phone call.
Co-written with my friend Stripes. We own nothing.
And yes, we are fully aware that we are Mary Sues. We really don't care. We wrote this for us, those who think it's good, thank you. Those who don't like it- it's all good, you don't have to. Leave your opinions and any critique.