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Skies of Shinseiki Kidousenshi Gundam SeeD: War for Sol
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NOTES: You, too, can be in this fic! However, this is different from OC fics. Interested? Check the bottom of this chapter, AFTER the "To Be Continued" bit.
DISCLAIMER: I doth noteth owneth Gundam Wing, Gundam SEED, Final Fantasy VIII, Final Fantasy VII, Gravitation, Zoids, Kingdom Hearts, Skies of Arcadia, Pokemon, Digimon or Disney. Eth.
~*~
A black screen.
It flickers.
Then it turns blue.
White text appears on it.
"Program Zer0KataruFanfics.exe has caused an internal error at point 109475e43214x325174681450. Please shut down Windows now." A fist hits the screen, and it turns black again.
~*~
White text with gold, firey outlines appears.
I'll be here.
We see Heero. He looks disturbed. The camera pans to the front door, and Relena appears.
I'll be waiting for you,
Heero's mind wanders to Treize's death, then he snaps back to reality, screams like a little girl, and runs out the back door.
so if you come here,
Heero hides in the nearby bushes, pulls a sniper rifle, and looks for Relena through the window.
you'll find me...
Heero sees Relena in the window, and takes aim at her head...
I promise.
Heero pulls the trigger. Relena flies backwards, blood pouring out of her new bullet wound. ^_^
~*~(cut to A Random Lag Range Colony) (A/N: And yes, I know it's spelt La Grange. But Lag Range sounds better.)
The Gundam Pilots (including the musicians and miscellaneous characters of Gravitation) lie on a grass field, watching the clouds. Ever since the battle of Mariemaia, they have had no success in having a life, so they just mooched off Quatre and started the stupidest idea in a world of pacifists: a mercenary company. Despite not having a snowball's chance in hell of having any kind of customers, they are determined to continue with the project, and are currently faced with the dilemma of naming their company. We'll leave them to their devices since they're not needed to tell this first part of the story.
~*~(cut to End of the World, during the ending sequence)
Ansem: Fill me, Kingdom Hearts, with eternal darkness!
Donald: o_O You n00b, you don't randomly ask things to fill you with eternal darkness.
Sora: ...I understand now. Kingdom Hearts is... Light!
Kingdom Hearts: *light flies out and kills Ansem*
Sora: *seals KH Door & loses Kairi, etc, etc, etc*
~*~(cut to just after the ending sequence after the credits)
Sora, Donald & Goofy: *about to board Excalibur*
Sora: *jumps in*
Donald: Hey! I wanna drive, you hobba! *jump-attacks Sora with his rod*
Sora: *falls over* My turn! *jumps back up and kicks Donald out of the cockpit*
Riku: You bastard! That's my move!
Sora: Get the fuck in! We're ditching these Disney bastards!
Riku: *salutes* *jumps in*
Sora: *flies away to Olympus Coliseum*
Donald: HOBBA YOU YOU HOBBA HOBBA! GIVE BACK OUR HOBBA'ING *key item* ~Complete Gummi Collection~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111one *shakes fist*
~*~(Cut to later, in Traverse Town - Gepetto's House)
Gepetto: What the hobba?! You can't hobba'ing kick me out! Where the hobba will Pinocchio and I live?!
Squall: ...Elsewhere.
Selphie: RAPTURE! *wings steal Gepetto and Pinocchio and send them away*
Sora: ^_^ WHEE! Guess what?!
Squall: ...Disney World declared war on us?
Sora: ^_^ YUP!
Aerith: ^_^ Do a little dance!
Cloud: ^_^ Make a little love!
All Square Characters In KH Including Sora, Riku and Kairi: AND GET DOWN TONIGHT!
~*~(Cut to outside Traverse Town)
Millions of "Kingdom" model Gummi Ships: *amass outside Traverse Town, ready to blow it to pieces*
Excalibur (Leviathan Model), 2 more Leviathans and 3 Diablos Gummi Ships: O_O STATUTORY FUCKING RAAAAAAAAAAPE! *flee to Mars Terraformation Project: "Gaia"*
~*~(Cut to Sanq)
Figures clad in royal coat-like-thingys-that-Relena-and-Noin-wear-in-the-Sanq-Kingdom-bit sit in a dim room, around a glowing table, discussing high-and-important matters. Two, one in black, one in white, stand. The one in black mutters about being inactive, and the two excuse themselves. The remaining people discuss the recent influx in Gaia's population and the cause behind it.
~*~(Cut to a black, dim room)
The two military people that left the conference stand on metal platforms, intently watching a black screen. The words "1st Stage" appear, the song "Can't Stop Fallin' In Love (Speed Mix)" starts up, and the people go at it. Blackie starts mashing the platform with barrages of flat-foot stomps, (haha yeah right, it's hard to play CSFIL:SM-Heavy without bar-raping, let alone flat-footing it AND stomping) missing steps every so often, and Whitie immediately bar-rapes and makes slow, calcuated steps. Let's leave them to their business, and return to...
~*~(Cut to Random Lag Rage Colony, in a bedroom)
Quatre, covered in nothing but sweat, lies next to Ryuichi, clad in the same outfit, and taps on his bandmate's chest. Ryuichi takes it as another invitation, and attempts to straddle Quatre. Said blonde, though, pushes Ryuichi off and stands, going to his beloved Keyboardmania machine. Ryuichi sighs, and follows suit, turning on their PS2 and starting up Karaoke Revolution. They make wonderful music together, especially with Noriko and Trowa playing Keyboardmania and Guitar Freaks, respectively, in the next room. Since we know our beloved musicians/gundam pilots/extras are all happy, let's take a look at...
~*~(Cut to MO-2 - Military Offensive Spaceport)
We see multiple shuttles and battleships enter the Spaceport from Earth, and the camera flies into the hangar. Many battleships are docked, and three battleships launch slowly, the above shuttles conveniently replace them and land, personnel filing out. A few scout ships are launched from the scramble bays, and the camera flies into a command tower, where the aforementioned personnel soon enter. They are a small selection of the Sanq Royal dudes along with some more Generals and World Leaders. They seat themselves into lounges and kit up with coffee and the like. Whitie and Blackie, breathing and sweating heavily, slowly drag themselves in, are debriefed, and then walk out the way they came, presumably to find either a freezer or another stepping contraption thingy. Or to do something evil. Or dirty. We don't know what their allegiance is now, do we? Two seconds later, we hear, extremely loudly, might I add,
"Kaitentou kara nai gengo haitenshon to katai tenpo
I sendou suru jaiken go kara daikenkai senhou!
san doori kara yon doori! hon douri yori honnou ni
makaseta giri wo konpoushi gattsuri onkou ni
hontou ni kono donkou ni mata gatteireba don't worry
donpachi donpachi don kyou de doko don koubi suru nihon tou ni
san doori kara yon doori! hon douri yori honnou ni
makaseta giri wo konpoushi gattsuri onkou ni
hontou ni kono donkou ni mata gatteireba don't worry
donpachi donpachi don kyou de doko don koubi suru nihon tou ni
donpachi donpachi don kyou de doko don koubi suru nihon tou ni
donpachi donpachi don kyou de doko don koubi suru nihon tou ni
son toki son toki son choushi buchi kowashiteiku mihon douri da BAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111one""
and the camera, being run by an American and all, screams and crashes into a wall.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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SPECIAL! Joining the fic!
I can already ph33l the flames coming from Sailor Kirby and Co.'s direction, but you still can't hit me for using "OCs" cuz I'm NOT!
It works like this: OCs are made-up people. Self-Insertion is simply the insertion of a non-existant entity. So technically, putting a closet that you own is considered Self-Insertion Therefore, it is very well possible to have OCs without SI (such as what Sailor Kirby did; putting her friend in her fic, which made it suck), and SI without OCs (anytime an author has a converstion with the characters; Death's Little Sidekick does it before her fics, and Tori does it during her RNDM journals (I won't call them fics cuz THEY'RE NOT FICTION).
And I'm doing the SI-without-OC thing.
How?
Easy. Putting REAL people in the fics without any severe exaggeration (All I did to myself was boost my foot-rating by 2, give myself a weak Gundam (to keep up with the real charas) and make my hair 4cm longer than it really is).
So, to put yourself in the fic, simply write a description of YOURSELF with YOUR REAL NAME. Include the characters (if any) you want to be paired with (if it's a total bishou like a G-Boy it has a small chance of happening, but you'll probably end up as a 1-night stand or whatever), any additional exaggerations you want to make to yourself, what faction you want to be part of, and what your personality is like. Obviously, I can't tell if you're telling the truth, although a few things will help:
1. POSTING WHILE LOGGED IN. I'm not likely to include people that post anonymously (unless they're submitting Random OZzies and the like), plus I'll let you exaggerate yourself a little more if you write well.
2. NOT EXAGGERATING SEVERELY. Obviously submitting yourself as a super-babe named Stephanie will not get you in the fic (though your chances are significantly higher if you want to be paired with me :/). If you want to be better at something, sacrifice something else. For example, if you want to be relatively pretty, have a mediocre name. I don't want to offend anyone, but, seriously, hot chicks have things better to do than fanfiction, (attractive guys, on the other hand, like technology a LOT, so I'll assume there are quite a few males who really are what they claim to be) so trying to be ultra-gorgeous, no matter how disgusting you make your name, will NOT get you in. As a side note, anybody claiming to be a 10-footer (even if you're like a 14-fotoer) had better have REALLY low stats in everything else or I'll scale them down.
3. BEING VERY DETAILED. I'm not asking for eyelash length or whatever, but seriously, I'll totally scale down (or outright reject) people applying as "5'8, really pretty, 100lb, blue eyes, blonde hair, very smart, wears white top and jeans *presses submit button*" Especially the "smart" bit.
So, just remember, if you're like an uber-ugly-fat chick with a name like "Butch", you don't have to submit yourself as that, you can exaggerate until you're just an average person, but if you're a supermodel you'll have to scale down to just above average or pair with an author.
If you're still interested, get submitting!
Skies of Shinseiki Kidousenshi Gundam SeeD: War for Sol
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NOTES: You, too, can be in this fic! However, this is different from OC fics. Interested? Check the bottom of this chapter, AFTER the "To Be Continued" bit.
DISCLAIMER: I doth noteth owneth Gundam Wing, Gundam SEED, Final Fantasy VIII, Final Fantasy VII, Gravitation, Zoids, Kingdom Hearts, Skies of Arcadia, Pokemon, Digimon or Disney. Eth.
~*~
A black screen.
It flickers.
Then it turns blue.
White text appears on it.
"Program Zer0KataruFanfics.exe has caused an internal error at point 109475e43214x325174681450. Please shut down Windows now." A fist hits the screen, and it turns black again.
~*~
White text with gold, firey outlines appears.
I'll be here.
We see Heero. He looks disturbed. The camera pans to the front door, and Relena appears.
I'll be waiting for you,
Heero's mind wanders to Treize's death, then he snaps back to reality, screams like a little girl, and runs out the back door.
so if you come here,
Heero hides in the nearby bushes, pulls a sniper rifle, and looks for Relena through the window.
you'll find me...
Heero sees Relena in the window, and takes aim at her head...
I promise.
Heero pulls the trigger. Relena flies backwards, blood pouring out of her new bullet wound. ^_^
~*~(cut to A Random Lag Range Colony) (A/N: And yes, I know it's spelt La Grange. But Lag Range sounds better.)
The Gundam Pilots (including the musicians and miscellaneous characters of Gravitation) lie on a grass field, watching the clouds. Ever since the battle of Mariemaia, they have had no success in having a life, so they just mooched off Quatre and started the stupidest idea in a world of pacifists: a mercenary company. Despite not having a snowball's chance in hell of having any kind of customers, they are determined to continue with the project, and are currently faced with the dilemma of naming their company. We'll leave them to their devices since they're not needed to tell this first part of the story.
~*~(cut to End of the World, during the ending sequence)
Ansem: Fill me, Kingdom Hearts, with eternal darkness!
Donald: o_O You n00b, you don't randomly ask things to fill you with eternal darkness.
Sora: ...I understand now. Kingdom Hearts is... Light!
Kingdom Hearts: *light flies out and kills Ansem*
Sora: *seals KH Door & loses Kairi, etc, etc, etc*
~*~(cut to just after the ending sequence after the credits)
Sora, Donald & Goofy: *about to board Excalibur*
Sora: *jumps in*
Donald: Hey! I wanna drive, you hobba! *jump-attacks Sora with his rod*
Sora: *falls over* My turn! *jumps back up and kicks Donald out of the cockpit*
Riku: You bastard! That's my move!
Sora: Get the fuck in! We're ditching these Disney bastards!
Riku: *salutes* *jumps in*
Sora: *flies away to Olympus Coliseum*
Donald: HOBBA YOU YOU HOBBA HOBBA! GIVE BACK OUR HOBBA'ING *key item* ~Complete Gummi Collection~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111one *shakes fist*
~*~(Cut to later, in Traverse Town - Gepetto's House)
Gepetto: What the hobba?! You can't hobba'ing kick me out! Where the hobba will Pinocchio and I live?!
Squall: ...Elsewhere.
Selphie: RAPTURE! *wings steal Gepetto and Pinocchio and send them away*
Sora: ^_^ WHEE! Guess what?!
Squall: ...Disney World declared war on us?
Sora: ^_^ YUP!
Aerith: ^_^ Do a little dance!
Cloud: ^_^ Make a little love!
All Square Characters In KH Including Sora, Riku and Kairi: AND GET DOWN TONIGHT!
~*~(Cut to outside Traverse Town)
Millions of "Kingdom" model Gummi Ships: *amass outside Traverse Town, ready to blow it to pieces*
Excalibur (Leviathan Model), 2 more Leviathans and 3 Diablos Gummi Ships: O_O STATUTORY FUCKING RAAAAAAAAAAPE! *flee to Mars Terraformation Project: "Gaia"*
~*~(Cut to Sanq)
Figures clad in royal coat-like-thingys-that-Relena-and-Noin-wear-in-the-Sanq-Kingdom-bit sit in a dim room, around a glowing table, discussing high-and-important matters. Two, one in black, one in white, stand. The one in black mutters about being inactive, and the two excuse themselves. The remaining people discuss the recent influx in Gaia's population and the cause behind it.
~*~(Cut to a black, dim room)
The two military people that left the conference stand on metal platforms, intently watching a black screen. The words "1st Stage" appear, the song "Can't Stop Fallin' In Love (Speed Mix)" starts up, and the people go at it. Blackie starts mashing the platform with barrages of flat-foot stomps, (haha yeah right, it's hard to play CSFIL:SM-Heavy without bar-raping, let alone flat-footing it AND stomping) missing steps every so often, and Whitie immediately bar-rapes and makes slow, calcuated steps. Let's leave them to their business, and return to...
~*~(Cut to Random Lag Rage Colony, in a bedroom)
Quatre, covered in nothing but sweat, lies next to Ryuichi, clad in the same outfit, and taps on his bandmate's chest. Ryuichi takes it as another invitation, and attempts to straddle Quatre. Said blonde, though, pushes Ryuichi off and stands, going to his beloved Keyboardmania machine. Ryuichi sighs, and follows suit, turning on their PS2 and starting up Karaoke Revolution. They make wonderful music together, especially with Noriko and Trowa playing Keyboardmania and Guitar Freaks, respectively, in the next room. Since we know our beloved musicians/gundam pilots/extras are all happy, let's take a look at...
~*~(Cut to MO-2 - Military Offensive Spaceport)
We see multiple shuttles and battleships enter the Spaceport from Earth, and the camera flies into the hangar. Many battleships are docked, and three battleships launch slowly, the above shuttles conveniently replace them and land, personnel filing out. A few scout ships are launched from the scramble bays, and the camera flies into a command tower, where the aforementioned personnel soon enter. They are a small selection of the Sanq Royal dudes along with some more Generals and World Leaders. They seat themselves into lounges and kit up with coffee and the like. Whitie and Blackie, breathing and sweating heavily, slowly drag themselves in, are debriefed, and then walk out the way they came, presumably to find either a freezer or another stepping contraption thingy. Or to do something evil. Or dirty. We don't know what their allegiance is now, do we? Two seconds later, we hear, extremely loudly, might I add,
"Kaitentou kara nai gengo haitenshon to katai tenpo
I sendou suru jaiken go kara daikenkai senhou!
san doori kara yon doori! hon douri yori honnou ni
makaseta giri wo konpoushi gattsuri onkou ni
hontou ni kono donkou ni mata gatteireba don't worry
donpachi donpachi don kyou de doko don koubi suru nihon tou ni
san doori kara yon doori! hon douri yori honnou ni
makaseta giri wo konpoushi gattsuri onkou ni
hontou ni kono donkou ni mata gatteireba don't worry
donpachi donpachi don kyou de doko don koubi suru nihon tou ni
donpachi donpachi don kyou de doko don koubi suru nihon tou ni
donpachi donpachi don kyou de doko don koubi suru nihon tou ni
son toki son toki son choushi buchi kowashiteiku mihon douri da BAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111one""
and the camera, being run by an American and all, screams and crashes into a wall.
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TO BE CONTINUED
====================================================================================================
SPECIAL! Joining the fic!
I can already ph33l the flames coming from Sailor Kirby and Co.'s direction, but you still can't hit me for using "OCs" cuz I'm NOT!
It works like this: OCs are made-up people. Self-Insertion is simply the insertion of a non-existant entity. So technically, putting a closet that you own is considered Self-Insertion Therefore, it is very well possible to have OCs without SI (such as what Sailor Kirby did; putting her friend in her fic, which made it suck), and SI without OCs (anytime an author has a converstion with the characters; Death's Little Sidekick does it before her fics, and Tori does it during her RNDM journals (I won't call them fics cuz THEY'RE NOT FICTION).
And I'm doing the SI-without-OC thing.
How?
Easy. Putting REAL people in the fics without any severe exaggeration (All I did to myself was boost my foot-rating by 2, give myself a weak Gundam (to keep up with the real charas) and make my hair 4cm longer than it really is).
So, to put yourself in the fic, simply write a description of YOURSELF with YOUR REAL NAME. Include the characters (if any) you want to be paired with (if it's a total bishou like a G-Boy it has a small chance of happening, but you'll probably end up as a 1-night stand or whatever), any additional exaggerations you want to make to yourself, what faction you want to be part of, and what your personality is like. Obviously, I can't tell if you're telling the truth, although a few things will help:
1. POSTING WHILE LOGGED IN. I'm not likely to include people that post anonymously (unless they're submitting Random OZzies and the like), plus I'll let you exaggerate yourself a little more if you write well.
2. NOT EXAGGERATING SEVERELY. Obviously submitting yourself as a super-babe named Stephanie will not get you in the fic (though your chances are significantly higher if you want to be paired with me :/). If you want to be better at something, sacrifice something else. For example, if you want to be relatively pretty, have a mediocre name. I don't want to offend anyone, but, seriously, hot chicks have things better to do than fanfiction, (attractive guys, on the other hand, like technology a LOT, so I'll assume there are quite a few males who really are what they claim to be) so trying to be ultra-gorgeous, no matter how disgusting you make your name, will NOT get you in. As a side note, anybody claiming to be a 10-footer (even if you're like a 14-fotoer) had better have REALLY low stats in everything else or I'll scale them down.
3. BEING VERY DETAILED. I'm not asking for eyelash length or whatever, but seriously, I'll totally scale down (or outright reject) people applying as "5'8, really pretty, 100lb, blue eyes, blonde hair, very smart, wears white top and jeans *presses submit button*" Especially the "smart" bit.
So, just remember, if you're like an uber-ugly-fat chick with a name like "Butch", you don't have to submit yourself as that, you can exaggerate until you're just an average person, but if you're a supermodel you'll have to scale down to just above average or pair with an author.
If you're still interested, get submitting!