CHAPTER TWO : THE THRILL OF A POSTING A STORY... AND ANOTHER ONE... and another one...
Two days felt like torture to Mary and Sue, but they spent their time reading other stories and writing their own.
"Wanna see what I have so far?" Sue asked Mary eagerly.
"No. It's supposed to be a surprise, Sue!" Mary snapped. She never could understand why her friend wasn't as patient as she was.
Sue pouted out her lip but muttered, "Fine." The two went back to reading stories. Though most of the time their reviews were full of praise and lots of exclamation points, there were some stories the two just did not like.
One example of that would be "Lights, Camera, Kill Me Now!" by Joelle8. They hated, to the extreme, thinking that Hamilton and Natalie might ever get together. The thought disgusted both of them to no end, because they were Dan and Natalie fans themselves.
"THIS IS SOOOO STUPIDD!1 SRSLY? NAT AND HAM? ! NEVER! EVaR! SICK. DAN+NATALIE 4EVAR."
The thought left them in a bitter mood for some time. Then, they stumbled across another Natalie and Hamilton story that they hated as well. It was titled "A Buff Beauty" by Another Artist.
"This is like wayyyyyyyyyy to long. it should be more than 1 ch. duh. i HATE natalie and hamilton - it sucks. :P and wtf? a buff beauty? that's stupid."
They decided to cool down and 'refresh their minds' by watching laughing babies videos on Youtube. An hour later, they returned to the world of fanfiction to read more fanfics, their minds cleared from the hate that they once held.
The first story the two stumbled upon was named "The Trial" by The Irish Nymph. Unfortunately for the two naive readers, with only their knowledge for stories full of incorrect grammar and spelling and lacking plots, they did not understand this true example of writing.
Their only thoughts left in a review were: "i dont get it".
Soon, they found another story by The Irish Nymph titled "Heartbeats". This, they understood. Mostly for its involvement of Ian Kabra.
"i am sooooooooooo glad ian didnt die!" They did not seem to understand that it was actually Amy Cahill dying rather than Ian.
Next on their list of findings was a story entitled "Price of Victory" by Sun Daughter. They only read it because it had Ian in it, again, however.
"it needs more romance. you shuld ad a grl namd mary or sue (mary) into it and make ian fall in luv w/ her."
During their rampage of meaningless reviews, the authors who had received them were less amused...
"This is ridiculous," Another Artist muttered, reading the reviews the two had left for her friends. She admitted that the one she got from them were quite amusing however, and made her lips quirk in both amusement and annoyance.
"Tell me about it," Sun Daughter, otherwise known as Summer, said in agreement. "Mary or Sue? Really?"
A sigh could be heard on the other side of the forum they were speaking on. "We're burning a slow death, you guys," music4evah, or Muse, said.
LucianWriter77/The Irish Nymph, or LW77/Nymph, stared at the reviews she had received and frowned. "Ian wasn't dying," she said, her eyebrows creased in frustration.
"I know," Another Artist laughed, shaking her head. "Wow. This is sad."
"I wonder what it will be like if they post stories," psychoticbookgirl, or PBG, suddenly piped up.
Realization dawned on the rest of them, horror suddenly spreading on their faces.
"NO! You don't think -" Muse started.
"Oh, please no," Summer objected.
"I think I'm going to cry," Amy muttered under her breath.
"Ian wasn't dying!" LW77 said once more, still frustrated at how Mary and Sue had not picked that up.
"Let's not think about it," Summer finally said.
The rest agreed to let their minds cool off, without them knowing that in a couple of hours, a bomb was about to be set off.
Early in the morning, Another Artist was on, skimming the archive in search of a story to either flame or praise. She was sincerely hoping for a praise-worthy story, but instead she had given out around five flames and two criticizing reviews. Already scathing, she was just about to leave when a new story popped up.
"'ian and maria's love story' by IANISMINE4LIFE" Another Artist read dejectedly, just about ready to hit her head on her laptop. She recognized the penname as the one belonging to the girl who had flamed "A Buff Beauty" and incorrectly praised her friends' stories. She read the summary below the title with remorse: "ian loves maria, maria loves ian. but amie is jelus.1st fanfic, no flames. COOKIEZ!1." Slowly, the reader opened her mouth to let out a scream when she, instead, took a deep breath and reluctantly clicked on the link. She knew it was a mistake the moment she did.
The text read:
"im maria, but ppl call me mary. im supar pretty w/ blond hair thats soooo soft, pretty blue eyes, ultra prfect skin, and awsome clothes. everyone loves meeee, especially ian. i love him too
i was walking home one day when i saw ian and amy talking. i tried not to get jelus, all bc they dated 1 time & me & ian were dating now. but i could no hep wen i saw them hug butt to b mad. i tryed ignorin it ubt i cant! i lvoe him sosoooo much.
i walked over to both of thme and ian put his arm around me. i smile bc he is so hawt, and we kiss pasionatley to make amee mad. hah. but i see the way she look at me an d i knw she wnt revengeeee!
author's note: love it? i know u do. review 10x or no updateeeee! bye"
Another Artist slouched in her chair. Her lips pursed, she clicked on the review button and left the following review:
"I'm tired, and I'm cranky, and I feel like hitting someone. This story was no help. First of all, do you like to ignore the spell check on your computer? Or are you that ignorant as to not realize what the red lines underneath words mean. Second of all, Maria is a major Mary-Sue character. She's unbelievably stupid. I would keep rambling, but I fear that I might turn into the Hulk. Stop writing and save us all the trouble."
It was meaner than the usual reviews she gave out, but she had no patience at the time. Logging off to cool down herself, Mary had logged onto her e-mail account and had gotten two reviews. She squealed with excitement.
"I bet they loved the story," Mary told herself.
The first read: "like, zomg, loved it mary! UPDATE" and it was from Sue. Mary beamed, and then went onto the next one, which belonged to Another Artist's. After reading it, she felt herself suddenly get very angry.
"How dare she?" she thought to herself, her face red with anger. "I can't believe it! She probably sucks more than I do!" Annoyed, she clicked on that person's profile link and went to her stories. One by one, without even reading them, she flamed them. All held the same message: "It sucks!"
Nobody ever taught her that fighting fire with fire only leads to a bigger fire.
Over a short span of days, both Mary and Sue had posted five multi-chaptered stories, two songfics, and one oneshot that shouldn't even been considered a oneshot altogether. All held the same two characters: Ian Kabra and Mary or Sue.
Back at the forum, the five earlier authors, along with another one who had returned, were talking.
"I'm scared," Cascading Rainbows, or Joyce, told her fellow writers. "These two people have been posting and posting mindlessly, and I don't know how much more willpower I have."
"I agree," Another Artist spoke. "I flamed Mary, and she fought back by flaming all of my stories. Funny thing is is that I don't think she actually read them." She rubbed the back of her head, annoyed and frustrated.
"I find it ironic, their names," PBG noted. "Mary and Sue. It's like someone is trying to give a sign to tell us that they will be our demise. An actual Mary-Sue demise." The girl's eyes widened in horror at her words.
"They're ignorant," Muse said simply. "Ignorant, stubborn, and any other synonyms. They need to grow up."
"I agree," LW77 said with a nod. "They need to learn to accept our advise."
"They never will with those fangirls telling them their writing is actually" - Summer shuddered - "good."
"I know, I know," Another Artist agreed dejectedly. "I've never felt more despair in my fanfiction life. I think PBG may be onto something."
All six of them nodded, remorseful.
"I think we all know what we have to do," PBG finally said, her voice somber.
"What?" Joyce asked, tilting her head up.
PBG scanned over the group and said slowly, "Eat bacon."
A/N: I decided that I want some suggestions as to put stories into this fanfiction, since that'd make sense... anyway, so if you want to shamelessly advertise your story on this, just leave a review. Your penname will be included when it is mentioned. Not all will be accepted. Please add whether or not you want it to be PRAISED or FLAMED. Yus, you can have either. For example, Muse and LW77 could be talking about a bad story they FLAMED, or a GOOD STORY THEY PRAISED. Of course, if I read it and it's not good and you want it to be praised, I might not put it in. My apologies. Or, it could simply be a story that it said in passing that Mary or Sue reviewed (they praise everything). You can put your story or another person's story.
As you can see, Jo allowed me to put her story in as a hated story by Mary and Sue :) So, I chose one of my favorites from her that I thought Mary and Sue might not like, and put it in. I also got permission from LW77 to put her stories in, and Sun Daughter. What else... oh, right. Anyway, other people are going to be in this story (with permission), and... yeah. You'll see and maybe even recognize some.
Anyway, this was longer than the one before, and hopefully the chapters will get longer. Point out errors, mistakes, and all that jazz, pretty please. :) [Look, two updates for the same story in one day! SHOCKING :D]
"Because being nobody is a heck of a lot better than being somebody if it means you're not you."
- Another Artist
