Alright, fresh meat. I'm here to teach you how to make a decent fanfic. No, this isn't going to cover any yaoi or yuri, if that's what your looking for here, then turn away. This isn't a place for you.
Captain Falcon, don't you think that's a bit harsh?
I emphansize the bit...
What? We're going to teach fresh meat on how to make a decent fanfic. I'm tired of seeing stories that looks like it was thrown in the garbage by an experienced writer and some teenage kid who lives in the alleys picked it up and thinks it's going to be his break.
Yeah, your being harsh. Let me handle the Author's Notes.
Hello, one and all. Marth, Wolf, and Captain Falcon here to teach you the basics of writing. Now sit back and listen to our words.
I like mine better.
Come on guys. We wasted half a page trying to make a decent note. Let's get the show on the road.
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Captain Falcon and his goons teaches how to write.
Captain Falcon and his goons?
What? It's a decent title.
I don't even know why your trying to help.
Let me handle this.
The SSB Crew tries (and fails) to teach how to write.
Why did you put the fail on there?
Because I got a feeling we're not going to live up to our standards.
Now we wasted an entire page on Author's Notes AND a title...
Alright, Wolf. Teach the basics.
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"Now what to write about?" Wolf wondered outloud, rubbing his hands together.
Captain Falcon then looked at the two others, "What? You don't even know what we're going to write?" He asked.
"Quiet." Wolf snapped and began typing.
"So we meet here of all places." Link replied, greeting Rosalina who stood behind a deserted bakery.
"It must be fate." Rosalina replied as she progressed towards Link
"Are you still onto those two?" Marth asked as he read word to word of what Wolf was typing.
Wolf then turned towards Marth, "What? I'm teaching how to make a decent lemon and romance fic. It's why we're here, isn't it?" Wolf pointed out and began typing again.
"I think we're aiming at a kid-friendly fanfiction." Marth intervened, pushing Wolf away from the laptop.
"Oh please." Wolf called out, "What kid would seriously read, let alone write a fanfic?" Wolf mocked.
"The kind that writes lolnoob and omgyoufail and herdyulikemudkipz but mudkipz dunt lyke yu?" Captain Falcon pointed out.
"Those are trolls." Marth answered and began to think what to write.
"Kids...trolls. Not much of a difference." Wolf continued mocking.
"Ah! Help!" Peach cried out, lying on the ground while in the distance a figure wearing a deep hooded black sweater ran with a purse in hand.
Smashtopia. The final destination for Smashers around the globe. Yet, even in this paradise, crime lurks every corner. Theft occurs every night, Murder occurs every week. Arson occurs every month. Jaywalking occurs every hour. So who do people rely on for protection?
He is here. Faster then a speeding bullet. Stronger then an angry rhino. Immovable like a rampaging elephant. All villains and antigonists beware! For when someone calls for help, Super Do comes to the rescue!
Along with the explaination came a superhero wearing blue tights along with a mask to hide his identity. In his hand laid a regal sword, shining in the light. Floating in the air for a brief second to see who called for him, he saw the figure running across the road while the light was red! The fiend! Well, Super Do will end his crime streak.
At that, he zoomed towards him like an eagle watching a mouse. When he came closer, he flipped and planted his feet on his back and using momentum to knock him over.
"Your crimes end here vile villain!" Super Do called out triumphantly. He grabbed the purse that laid within his hands and placed his hand on his hood, "Now let's see the face of the criminal who will face justice..." He muttered as he pulled the hood to reveal...
"It's-a me! Mario!" He called out.
"What...is...this?" Wolf asked slowly.
"I'm teaching how to write a superhero story." Marth asked, still typing away.
"Super-do?" Wolf asked again, speechless.
"First thing in my mind." Marth answered.
"Okay, not only is that stupid." Wolf intervened, pulling the laptop away, "But why is Mario the criminal?" He asked.
Marth crossed his arms, "He beat me at the last tournament." He pouted childishly.
"Well, why are you the superhero?" Captain Falcon asked.
"Who would you rather me pick?" Marth snapped.
Captain Falcon only shrugged his shoulders, "You got half the look down." He mocked quietly.
"Hey! This cape is a sign of royalty." Marth pointed out.
"Whatever you say..." Wolf replied, "Super-do..." He added under his breath.
"Let me try." Captain Falcon asked, taking the laptop.
"Oh Gods..." Both of them replied at a loss of words.
Captain Falcon ran through the halls of the mansion, wielding two smg's with various clips and two LGM's on his back. Behind him giving chase was various zombies, growling as it slowly, but intimidatingly made its way towards him. As he ran ahead, he did a cartwheel as he passed by a doorway, raising his arm and fired his smg at various other zombies that was making its way inside the building.
Continuing to run, he placed his foot on the wall and lifted himself up and flipped down and used both smg's to fire behind him, emptying both clips. He then unloaded the magazines and slammed the guns on his hips where other magazines were ready to be used and flipped back onto his feet.
Just then, another horde of zombies appeared from the front. He skidded to a stop and planted his back against the wall. He then crossed his arms and aimed his guns at both hordes and fired away.
After the amazing battle there, he came upon the entrance, where more zombies came from the hallways. Just then Lucas appeared.
"Captain Falcon. What's happening?" He asked, scared.
"The inevitable happened. The zombie apocalypse is upon us. Come on, we got to get out of here." He answered, trying to open the door, only to find out that something was blocking the way.
Before Lucas could join up with Captain Falcon, another zombie; wearing a black sweater with its hood on and crawling on the walls, leapt at Lucas with a terrifying scream. Before Lucas could do anything, he was already ripped apart by this boss zombie.
"Damn..." Captain Falcon muttered as he planted his back against the wall to see a huge horde of zombies advancing towards him. He then dropped his smg's and drew his lmg's, loading the weapons and fired away. If he was dying, he was dying fighting...
"Okay, seriously?" Wolf intervened, cutting Captain Falcon who was posing as he was in his story.
"What?" He called out, "What's wrong with a little zombie horror?" He added.
"Not only is it incredibly stupid." Wolf insulted, "But's it's been litteraly done to death thousands of times." He added, taking the laptop.
"I thought it was cool." Captain Falcon muttered quietly.
"Plus, where were we?" Marth asked.
"I think you were off fighting your own little zombie battles. Although I think Zelda became a Witch and Donkey Kong became a Tank from LEft 4 Dead." Captain Falcon answered, adding a little detail.
"Yeah, we're going to try to write this without bringing in other franchises." Wolf pointed out.
"But you brought in Rosalina." Captain Falcon called out.
Wolf then sighed, "Rosalina is part of Nintendo, therefore she doesn't count." He pointed out and began wondering what to try next.
Marth then noticed a figure coming up the doorsteps, "Uh, guys...I think the author is back." He pointed out, looking out the window.
"Crud...we ran out of time." Wolf muttered disappointingly.
"Quick, get the DT." Captain Falcon replied.
Wolf then dugged into his pocket and pulled out a device. The three then stood in the middle of the room and Wolf activated the device.
"Damn, I forgot to log out!" Wolf called out, but it was too late as the device produced ten rings that covered them and transported them across dimmensions.
Just then the author walked in and went straight to his laptop and noticed something. "Who's been using my account?" He wondered and read the above text. "They didn't even explain anything." He pointed out, but shrugged his shoulders and closed it anyways. He then grabbed one of his cups and left the room, then the trio arrived again.
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And there you have it fresh meat. You've taken the first steps of becoming a master writer.
We didn't teach anything Captain Falcon, now hurry up and load it up.
Quickly, he's coming back.
Hurry, transport us.
Captain Falcon! What are you doing?
DT = Dimmensional Transporter.
Review please!
I'm coming!
Just one more quick note from the author. This was meant as the three trying (and failing) to teach how to write. If anything of the above offend, I apologize and the three will pay for it later.