What happens when an anarchist with a love for heavy metal finds out that he has to write improvements for series he don't like?

This is the basic premise of "Why am I Doing this to Myself" where fiction I'm sick of gets altered till you can hardly recognize it. Being semi-serious about writing however it will always be a little quality to be expected. You will hate it or love it, perhaps both... never the less I welcome you to a world expanding abyss of madness.