I've been staring at this page for hours. It's still blank. The least I can do is write the credits. These characters have come from the brilliant mind of Richard O'Brien. My only true stress relief. If you speak to anyone I have spoken to, they will know about my rather... Unhealthy obsession. Ritz is my hero. I have dreams about meeting him. I know he is an idol, at least, because, if I don't have nightmares, that's what I dream about. My friends and I often make up stories to amuse each other, and we have a point system.
Its ten points for each reference of something. (A quote, a song, a name.)
Fifteen points every misspelling.
Fifteen points for every plot hole. (One chapter says someone has finished something, the next says they're still working on it.)
Five points for every new life.
Five points for every death.
Ten points for any ages messed up.
Ten points if someone talks on and on in an author's note, or asks a question.
Ten points extra to anyone of these if you put it in this format. Let's just say we are going in the reference category. (The Beatles, Musical Artist, Columbia Campbell, Abbey Road is what most people remember them by, as it has been parodied many times.) It's a simple format really. Just who or what it is, what they or it are, who said it, and a trivial fact. Easy.
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Dear Diary,
I can vaguely recall the last words before I was "hit" by the ray. You bitch. Those two words, they hit hard. Those, last words, they didn't even affect him. This cruel test, on which the life of him and his creation was going to be decided, he failed horribly. Soon, Brad, Janet and Dr. Scott will leave this castle, and we will take off to the home planet of my best friends, Magenta and Riff Raff. Well, Genta is my best friend, I don't think Riff likes me. As a mortal, I cannot be killed by the ray, at worst I could be knocked unconscious. None of these happened this time, which is strange, because the first time Riff and I practiced, I was knocked into the wall.
"You know, you can get up now." I didn't know if he was talking to me, so I took shallow breaths. This stopped when Magenta trotted over to me, nearly tripping on the wire that I stumbled over too.
"Collie. Wake up." She shook me, and I slowly opened my eyes. "Columbia!" She had me in almost a choke hold, she was embracing me so tight.
"I believe that's enough, she has just been struck by a laser." He chuckled.
"Yes, and why was I never told about this? She's like a sister to me!"
"We both thought it would be better if we could surprise you. We're very sorry if we hurt you." He looked genuinely sad.
"Well I don't know about you guys, but I am really fucking tired, Genta, I'm heading up to our room."
They nodded and as I turned, I realized I was still In the garb of the "floorshow," and groaned, peeling off the gloves and tossing them behind me, paying no attention where they land. As I make made way up the lift, I passed the lab, and still feel a part of me is missing. Not as much as I should. I can only feel for Eddie, not as much Frank. I make my way to the hall where Genta and I share a room, I crash on one of the chairs. I have no idea what time of day it is, but I can hear noises of love making coming from the room beside me, Riff Raff's room. Great. I may of been shocked at first, a pair of sibling lovers, until I was explained that on Transexual, their home planet, this is a rather usual occurrence. Frowned upon, yes, but usual.
I can't even take my corset off, I'm so tired. I did make my way to my bed, and I grabbed you. That's really all I have to say. Now, I have to go, Genta is yelling at me to go to bed.
-Columbia
A/N This is not going to be daily, but random entries. Like the Anne Frank diary. Except this is Columbia... So it should be fun. And I don't know if any of you are Redditors, but... First comic... Not really. But, this was really just a sneak peek. Can you get downvoted on this site? And one more thing. I like things neat, clean cut, and precise, so I space it like I do. I'm a little weird about that.