Punk Rawk... Rawks?
Seriously, the title of this makes it look scarier than it is.
Based after a dream I had, because I have strange dreams. The reason I'm writing this one is because I have inspiration for it at the moment, and I write things according to inspiration. And it was literally nagging at my mind to write it.
This here is mainly comedy, not parody, but comedy. I notice in a lot of ZADRs, and other fanfics as well, ZIM seems to be a "punk rocker" or into "punk rock" as they say. This fanfic creates a different pun on that, and if ZIM were to listen to this music at all, here's why.
Also, this is a ZADR. Need I mind you? I dunno how it's going to turn out to be one, but I couldn't resist.
And a disclaimer, I don't own IZ, ZIM, Dib, any of the bands or songs that will probably be mentioned in this fanfic, nor do I know if an online test like this really exists. It probably does, but I've never seen and/or taken one, so just to make sure incase anyone thinks it's real.
Chapter 1: Online Tests = Amazing
ZIM had found an amazing weakness to the Dib.
A quite amazing weakness.
"AMAZING!" he said out loud in his base, it was too tempting to resist telling the world (despite the fact no one was there), exactly how amazing he was.
Which was, we repeat, very very amazing.
It seems... this disgusting humans had this thing they called the "internet". The internet was quite an interesting place, for a human creature. These humans could lurk around and be anyone they wanted.
They also had something very interesting, forums, chats... things like that, where these disgusting humans would get together and talk about their disgusting humanly things.
After much searchness, ZIM found one of these... forums, online, for paranormal investigating. This is what the Dib was into... yes...
It seemed Dib brought his love for trying to expose ZIM even into this online realm.
ZIM had a genius plan at first that moment. To "sign-up" (to join these.. forum things, with a.. username?) on this forum, and insult the Dib and mock him. GENIUS! It was. Genius!
But! He was browsing around Dib's "profile" on this website... this thing in which they contained a bit more personal information... contact information... and aha! There it was.
A link to his website. Amazing!
ZIM clicked the website, more than eager. The Dib was writing journal logs... even had a whole page devoted to ZIM!
This website had tons of personal information. GENIUS. The Dib used the internet for all of his rants, probably because no one else ever wanted to listen to him.
ZIM clicked another section of the site... quiz--zes. Quizzes. They had those in their school, they were horrible, and icky. And gave him jobs at disgusting human food joints.
But these... they were different.
They were little images... pictures, and short descriptions to the side. Some had text under them. And then links.
He spotted one.
"Which genre of band would you be in?" He read carefully.
He remembered these... bands. A filthy human girl in school was discussing them, and how if you were in a band, you were worshipped.
WORSHIPPED! ZIM clicked the test link to see if it contained more secrets of this amazing technique to be worshipped by the humans.
Instead, all he got was questions. Lots and lots of questions.
He skimmed through them quickly, answering.
"Foolish quiz-z! I wish to get to the SECRETS! You hold knowledge from me, inferior human QUIZ!" he said.
"Someone pushes you in line... what do you do?" ZIM read out loud, looking for an answer quickly.
"DOOM HIS FILTHY HEAD!" ZIM shouted out loud, but the closest answer was something of the such of pushing them back and beating them up.
"What is your opinion on the government..." ZIM read out loud, again.
"IT IS INFERIOR! STUPID.. government! The Irken government is much more superior! Oh, till the day the Armada comes and finishes up this planet and makes it something USEFUL! Like perhaps a shopping mall," ZIM said, nodding muchly as he answered the question.
He finished up the others, clicking the "submit" button.
"GO YOU STUPID INFERIOR HUMAN PIECE OF EQUIPMENT GO!" ZIM said as he punched the hard-drive, as he was using a human computer. Yes. A human computer. Why not his own superior Irken computer?
Well, simply put, he was too lazy to figure out all the connections. Yes, lazy. Yep. That's right. Mmhmm.
Finally! It loads!
But of course it had to load, for his amazingness. It could not resist the power that is ZIM!
Hmm. The test results. A punk... rock band?
He read the description... rebellion... not wanting to follow the rules... and everyone loved a punk rocker, for their defiance! DEFIANCE!
He rubbed his hands together, chuckling evilly. That evilly ZIMMY chuckle he does.
He had the perfect plan. The perfect plan... EVER! Sure, his other plans had been so-called perfect plans but this was... PERFECT! INGENIUS!
For surely, this time, the world would be in his grasp, and Dib would not even stand in his way!
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Eheheh. What is ZIM's evil plan? Sure you figured it out. Also, by the way, QUICK CLEAR-UP: if you're wondering why I capitalize "ZIM" it's not a typo/error. Or something. I just think officially all the Irken names are capitalized, actually. I've always typed ZIM this way and old habits die hard, I feel funny typing it "Zim". And I may have the second chapter of this up sometime tonight. I had fun writing it! And also, anyone reading my parody, my twin and lifeblood and inspiration of all my parodies has ran off on vacation. ;; So I'm drained as far as parodies go.
Seriously, the title of this makes it look scarier than it is.
Based after a dream I had, because I have strange dreams. The reason I'm writing this one is because I have inspiration for it at the moment, and I write things according to inspiration. And it was literally nagging at my mind to write it.
This here is mainly comedy, not parody, but comedy. I notice in a lot of ZADRs, and other fanfics as well, ZIM seems to be a "punk rocker" or into "punk rock" as they say. This fanfic creates a different pun on that, and if ZIM were to listen to this music at all, here's why.
Also, this is a ZADR. Need I mind you? I dunno how it's going to turn out to be one, but I couldn't resist.
And a disclaimer, I don't own IZ, ZIM, Dib, any of the bands or songs that will probably be mentioned in this fanfic, nor do I know if an online test like this really exists. It probably does, but I've never seen and/or taken one, so just to make sure incase anyone thinks it's real.
Chapter 1: Online Tests = Amazing
ZIM had found an amazing weakness to the Dib.
A quite amazing weakness.
"AMAZING!" he said out loud in his base, it was too tempting to resist telling the world (despite the fact no one was there), exactly how amazing he was.
Which was, we repeat, very very amazing.
It seems... this disgusting humans had this thing they called the "internet". The internet was quite an interesting place, for a human creature. These humans could lurk around and be anyone they wanted.
They also had something very interesting, forums, chats... things like that, where these disgusting humans would get together and talk about their disgusting humanly things.
After much searchness, ZIM found one of these... forums, online, for paranormal investigating. This is what the Dib was into... yes...
It seemed Dib brought his love for trying to expose ZIM even into this online realm.
ZIM had a genius plan at first that moment. To "sign-up" (to join these.. forum things, with a.. username?) on this forum, and insult the Dib and mock him. GENIUS! It was. Genius!
But! He was browsing around Dib's "profile" on this website... this thing in which they contained a bit more personal information... contact information... and aha! There it was.
A link to his website. Amazing!
ZIM clicked the website, more than eager. The Dib was writing journal logs... even had a whole page devoted to ZIM!
This website had tons of personal information. GENIUS. The Dib used the internet for all of his rants, probably because no one else ever wanted to listen to him.
ZIM clicked another section of the site... quiz--zes. Quizzes. They had those in their school, they were horrible, and icky. And gave him jobs at disgusting human food joints.
But these... they were different.
They were little images... pictures, and short descriptions to the side. Some had text under them. And then links.
He spotted one.
"Which genre of band would you be in?" He read carefully.
He remembered these... bands. A filthy human girl in school was discussing them, and how if you were in a band, you were worshipped.
WORSHIPPED! ZIM clicked the test link to see if it contained more secrets of this amazing technique to be worshipped by the humans.
Instead, all he got was questions. Lots and lots of questions.
He skimmed through them quickly, answering.
"Foolish quiz-z! I wish to get to the SECRETS! You hold knowledge from me, inferior human QUIZ!" he said.
"Someone pushes you in line... what do you do?" ZIM read out loud, looking for an answer quickly.
"DOOM HIS FILTHY HEAD!" ZIM shouted out loud, but the closest answer was something of the such of pushing them back and beating them up.
"What is your opinion on the government..." ZIM read out loud, again.
"IT IS INFERIOR! STUPID.. government! The Irken government is much more superior! Oh, till the day the Armada comes and finishes up this planet and makes it something USEFUL! Like perhaps a shopping mall," ZIM said, nodding muchly as he answered the question.
He finished up the others, clicking the "submit" button.
"GO YOU STUPID INFERIOR HUMAN PIECE OF EQUIPMENT GO!" ZIM said as he punched the hard-drive, as he was using a human computer. Yes. A human computer. Why not his own superior Irken computer?
Well, simply put, he was too lazy to figure out all the connections. Yes, lazy. Yep. That's right. Mmhmm.
Finally! It loads!
But of course it had to load, for his amazingness. It could not resist the power that is ZIM!
Hmm. The test results. A punk... rock band?
He read the description... rebellion... not wanting to follow the rules... and everyone loved a punk rocker, for their defiance! DEFIANCE!
He rubbed his hands together, chuckling evilly. That evilly ZIMMY chuckle he does.
He had the perfect plan. The perfect plan... EVER! Sure, his other plans had been so-called perfect plans but this was... PERFECT! INGENIUS!
For surely, this time, the world would be in his grasp, and Dib would not even stand in his way!
---
Eheheh. What is ZIM's evil plan? Sure you figured it out. Also, by the way, QUICK CLEAR-UP: if you're wondering why I capitalize "ZIM" it's not a typo/error. Or something. I just think officially all the Irken names are capitalized, actually. I've always typed ZIM this way and old habits die hard, I feel funny typing it "Zim". And I may have the second chapter of this up sometime tonight. I had fun writing it! And also, anyone reading my parody, my twin and lifeblood and inspiration of all my parodies has ran off on vacation. ;; So I'm drained as far as parodies go.