Baka Yugi: The Stupid Play
Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yugi, but I'm putting it on my birthday list! (I do own Mark and "Ma" though)
Prolouge
You see a figure in an old, cozy chair in a personal library with a fire in the fireplace and the lights dimmed. The figure, from here on out referred to as a guy, had on a velvet red and purple robe and was smoking from an ivory pipe.
"Ah, welcome, esteemed reader."
You glance around in confusion. Who the heck was this guy talking to?
"I am talking to you, the person on the computer reading this story."
Ah, that makes some sense you think. Now where's this heading? What's the point, and what does this have to do with Fushigi Yugi?
"My dear readers, I will be your narrator in this is a tale of love, hate, courage, and INCREDIBLE stupidity. The story itself is not an incantation, and you the reader are not going to become the main character-"
"MARK!!! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT NARRATING RANDOM STORIES?!" cried an elderly lady tapping her foot against the floor at the doorway.
Mark jumped up out of the chair and yelled," But Ma, this is a really good story this time!"
The lady yelled back," GET BACK IN YOUR CAGE, BOY!"
Mark whimpered and raced out of the room. The lady then turned toward the general direction of the computer screen and complained," Oh, just get on with the stupid story already. Just click the little button on the bottom of the page and get out of here already!"
And now, the adventure begins.