I realize that some of my fellow readers and friends here were having trouble with certain Saturday fan members and I think a lot of it was stemming from my actions since I was the first to antagonize a few of the angry types through my silly fanfics. I had also gotten a few random angry comments that I wasn't sure of but now know they came from deviantArt through friends of a person I made fun of. Ironically, I wasn't even one of the people who was honest to God angry with the Saturday fan girls for being silly and immature and dumb and writing bad fanfics or claiming kawaii homosexual pairings between vicious monsters to be canon or whatnot. I never take my fandoms too seriously. That can be hazardous to your health. I just thought some of the stories and the way certain people acted in public was really fun to emulate or try and bait and make fun of since they were so ridiculous and sad. That would be you, Maria Sue, kawaii Argost, and Doyle fangirls. Wink, wink. But really, if you're that offended by something silly or gross that somebody else wrote on the internet, you probably need to go outside and breath the fresh air once in a while or just ignore and laugh at me the way I ignore and laugh at you. :)
So thanks for those laughs and for obviously never having seen the works of the great and legendary troll writers out there I emulated many times by replacing subjects with Saturdays characters who either enjoyed my terrible story or yelled angrily at it. And to the people I know who may or may not be reading this, sorry I caused any major problems with the overzealous obsessed fans.
To everyone else, HATERS GON HATE. Enjoy.
I took this down and put it back up to remove reviews. Sorry!
A Series of Outlandish Saturdays Fanfictions
Chapter 1: Eternal Lovers Embracing in Tragic Death Forever
Summary: A tale of lover's plight.
Fake Genre: romance/tragedy
Eternal Lovers Embracing in Tragic Death Forever
Vincent Vladislav Argost the great and terrible yeti beast although no one had known him to be such a creature as he often took up the disguise of an elderly man and tv show host of V. V. Argost's Weird World which was a show about cryptids, and cryptids were beasts of unknown nature which the scientific world was having trouble accepting as real living creatures, was walking in his rose garden on the outskirts of his mansion one rather gloomy afternoon.
''It is such a fine day to be rich and leading a wonderful life of utmost maliciousness,'' Vincent Vladislav Argost the yeti muttered as he observed his roses which were not red like crimson blood but black like his very soul. He proceeded to rotate his body a full 360 degrees to face the being that was making the sound of approaching footsteps. He observed with his eyes the being which had made the sound of previously stated footsteps as being his lover and bed fellow and manservent Munya, who was a en foot tall broad shouldered man who appeared somewhat as a homage to the Frankenstein's monster though his attire facial features and hair were different. He had one eye. The one eye glanced back at his mirrored loved and master, Vincent Vladislav Argost the yeti, observing him, and he smiled.
''Oh Munya. I am glad you came here to my garden to be with me for I was terribly lonely and was about to slit my wrists,'' Argost spoke, for which he uttered words into the air through his vocal cords which produced them. Then tears of sorrow and pain and social opposition departed from his eyeballs, as he knew as a beast he would never be accepted into a normal human society. "Please embrace me," be begged his taller lover.
His taller lover, the powerful being who was also part spider and often turned into a spider when his master ordered him to do so, accepted the plea of comfort and proceeded to bend his body at a 45 degree angle to lower and embrace his ancient and powerful legendary Himalayan ape lover. The two embraced tenderly.
Suddenly a loud crash was heard in the distance and the two lovers released one another from each of their arms which they were in position currently holding. They turned simultaneously 180 degrees and observed what was to be the image of the Saturday air ship coming to a stop in the mansion's courtyard. After the giant air ship which contained the Saturday family came to a halt, the family members who were the Saturdays came departing from their vehicle of choice and walked down the exit ramp and then aimed all weapons they currently had equipped upon them at the moment at the pair of villains.
"V. V. Argost and Munya," stated Doc "Solomon" Saturday who was wife to Drew "Blackwell" Saturday and father of Zak "the boy who would be Kur" Saturday. "We are here to arrest you for your crimes. We know you are the yeti and planning to take over the world using your television show as a cover up for your terrible deeds," the black man spoke as he proceeded to handle the weapon of his laser glove in a harsh and intimidating manner.
"But I like your show anyway," stated Zak before his female parent Drew "Blackwell" Saturday turned her head 97 degrees to face her biological womb dropping and proceeded to inform him that he should not be viewing such television listings angrily.
And then they shot Vincent Vladislav Argost and Munya. And their bodies lowered limply to the cold ground in death as their brains no longer sent orders to their muscles to remain vertical and they collapsed.
"Oh Munya, my lover," wailed Vincent Vladislav Argost the yeti mournfully as his optic muscles viewed his homosexual beast lover Munya the Franken-spider as clear fluid salt kissed teardrops departed from them. "Embrace me forever in death, my dear lover who every night places his giant purple animal penis into my receptive rectum repeatedly until we both orgasm at a simultaneous point. Together we will be eternal in death!" he cried and then passed on.
"Gggrrr," responded Munya the spider-Frankenstein monster hybrid who also appeared quite somewhat to a hotel bellhop. For he could not speak in full sentences and could only produce growled utterances. He also reached the point in his life where existence suddenly became moot due to severe bodily trauma, and passed.
"Now let us go and observe more cryptids without fear of the dreaded masked madman who was secretly an ape monster and his gay lover monster spider hybrid creature trying to attack and kill our son or any other innocent bystanders," stated Drew "Blackwell" Saturday as she wielded her magnificent flame producing Tibetan sword. "Oh and Zak, you are grounded," she scolded her genetic material who was her son and the product of sexual intercourse with her husband Doc "Solomon" Saturday.
"Oh, mother," whined the thirteen year old boy sadly.
In the cold night's air, the rain began to pour on top of the lifeless corpses of the pair of deceased lovers who were animals and homosexual males. As their organs swelled and rotted, much flatulence was produced by their bodies and their bowels were released onto the ground.
THE END.
