@Pandora's very own white room!@
(1/?)-"A visit from a limegreen goddess"
By: Duh! Pandora, of course!
Category: Humour/Humour!
Rating: PG-13 (A few swear words, some vivid and graphic descriptions, but not ALL too much…)
Summary: Due to finally receiving an authors licence, (Or rather, stealing one!) Pandora decides to have some fun, by trapping poor innocent people in a white little room. However, she has no intentions at all to make them read MST, no, no, not at all. Pandora has something completely different in mind…
Authors note: This is because I have always wanted to have my very own "white-room-where-you-can-trap-poor-characters-from-all-around-the-world"! And, because I wanted to. So there. Anyone who gets completely annoyed and bugged out by this: Well, Pooh on you!
Disclaimer: This is the disclaimer that never ends, it goes on and on for eternity, my friends, one author started writing it, not knowing what it was, and she'll continue typing it forever, just because…That's my fav. Disclaimer right now, and no, I did not come up with it, it's all too funny to be my work! Seriously, it's Starbrat that made this thing up! You ought to read her work, you really ought to!
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"Woohoo, I made it, I passed!" A female figure bounced out of an empty classroom, shrieking in a very shrill voice. In her hands, she clutched a little white card, where it said 'Authors Licence', in big, red, letters. She danced around, holding it high above her head, and earning herself both odd stares (The ones who didn't get a thing), envious looks (The ones that didn't pass) and cheerful congratulations and claps on the shoulders (The ones who already had passed). The female "now-an-official-author", smiled with tears of happiness shining in her eyes. She then proceeded to bounce out of the school (After getting her stuff) down the sidewalk, up he stairs, and in through the door, to her apartment. She bounced into her room, bounced out of it again and setting course towards the kitchen to grab a lil' snack (of course, she started up the computer, before she went off). After eating two cold pizza slices, and shoving the rest of them into the micro wave, she happily bounced into her room again, and, deciding the neighbours were probably very irritated with bouncing already, walked over to her chair in front of the computer, and calmly sat down. Immediately opening up 'Words', she eerily began to type…
' "Woohoo, I made it, I passed!" A female figure bounced out of an empty classroom, shrieking in a very shrill voice. In her hands, she clutched a little white card, where it said 'Authors Licence', in big, red, letters. She danced around, holding it high above her head, and earning herself both odd stares (The ones who didn't get a thing), envious looks (The ones that didn't pass) and cheerful congratulations and claps on the shoulders (The ones who already had passed). The female "now-an-official-author", smiled with tears of happiness shining in her eyes. She then proceeded…to…to…'
The Author-to-be (Yes, you have to get SOME practice first!) thoughtfully bit her lip, and sighed. It was harder than she thought to be an author. Sighing, she closed the document down, and threw it away. This was getting her nowhere. Sighing deeply again, she sadly thought about moving her butt from the chair, and getting the pizza slices, with the hopeful thought that maybe they could help her out a little. Just as she got up, the screen went black. The author (A/N: Now this is certainly getting boring. From now on, we'll just call 'Author', Pandora. Okay?) Pandora frowned. She was not a whiz at technology (A/N: HEL-LO! But seriously, everyone knows I'm not a whiz at anything!) but she definitely knew the computer were not supposed to behave like that. The screen flared over into a lime green colour, and suddenly, the poor auth- Oh wait, sorry, I forgot: PANDORAS room, went dark, as something clouded the windows. Now, some people…okay, most people, would scream loudly, try run away, and probably faint, but as I already said, Pandora is not a whiz at anything. So she did it all.
"Hello?!" Came an annoyed voice from the screen. After a few minutes, the person…thing…PERSON on the screen finally reached Pandora's mind, and her eyes fluttered open. She frowned. She thought she heard a voice.
"Ah, now that is much better!" With a yelp, Pandora flew up from the floor and dived into the wardrobe, only to emerge a few seconds later, with a frying pan in her hand, and a hockey helmet squashed down on the head. She looked around wildly a few seconds, and then, trying to seem scary, but only looking like a big wuss, said in what were supposed to sound tough, but only coming out shakily:
"Don't come any closer, I have a…a…" Here, the author looked up to see what it was that she really had, and suddenly felt very depressed. Therefore, she continued in an even more shaky and pathetic voice, "I have a frying pan, and I'm not afraid to…use it…" The person sighed tiredly. That caught her attention, and she looked wonderingly at the screen. And for the first time in what felt like ten minutes, Pandora noticed the person, who was right now crossing her arms and tapping her feet in a very annoyed manner, and she walked closer.
"Who…W-Who are you?" She asked, stunned.
"Well, now, that is a very moronic question, I must say."
"Uh…No…" Pandora said slowly, not even sure of what 'moronic', meant. The person sweatdropped, and once again, seemed very annoyed. Then she seemed to gather herself up, and did an attempt to a cheery smile, which only came out even more scaring.
"Oh well, in that case, I am Minnie." Pandora still does not understand a thing. Person…err, Minnie, seem to get very sad, since she sniffle and sob, all the while muttering something about 'stupid, moronic missions', 'stupid, moronic authors' and something else that was apparently also very stupid and moronic. Once again, person seem to gather her wits, and do another scary attempt to smile cheerily.
"I am the goddess of fanfiction, the stimulating of imagination." She then said, to the still-not-understanding Pandora. (Muttered under breath: "But you seem to need a stimulation of the brain. It's a wonder you even remember to breathe.")
"Uh…Okay…And you are doing WHAT on my computer…? I mean, doesn't goddesses belong in heaven, or something like that?"
"Well, yeah, normally, but I accidentally crashed into Tolkien's throne and broke a leg on it, and to punish me, he threw me out for a while."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But, when can you come back?" Pandora did not question the fact that Minnie-the-goddess-in-a-limegreen-dress-who-were- right-now-inside-her-computer, (A/N. PHEW!) just called Tolkien God because of two things:
a) In Pandoras world, Tolkien IS God.
b) Minnie didn't seem to be up for discussing the matter at the moment, so Pandora decided to leave it be. See, some brains I got!
"I just have to help hundred authors who just got their Authors Licence to write something really cool."
"Cool!" Minnie sighed. She knew she should have chosen that girl in Japan instead. That would have been so much easier.
"What number are you on?" Pandora then continued.
"99." Came the short reply. Pandora 'oooh'-ed, and 'aaah'-ed for a while, as Minnie once again, got the sinking feeling that yes, the girl in Japan would have been so much easier.
"So, then you're kinda like a muse?" God, this girl was slow.
"No, I am not a muse, I am just here to give you some goddamned powers so you can use characters from all around the world, and torture them in your fics. So there." Pandora thought for a moment, before grinning widely.
"Okay!" She cheerily agreed. Immediately, a limegreen light filled the room and enveloped her gently, and when it was gone, then so was Minnie. She looked around, not sure if it had all been some kind of scary, wicked daydream her bored-out-of-her-mind brain had spit out. Feeling quite silly where she was standing, frying pan still in her hand, and hockey helmet still on her head, she shrugged and decided to give it a shot. Logging on the now shutdown computer, she expected to see the usual Legolas background, but instead, a white window appeared. In it, it said: 'What are your orders, kerdir?' Pandora did the only natural thing. She squealed with joy. Quickly, she started typing in: 'Move characters to white room.' And pushed enter. Another question appeared. 'Okay. Which characters?' Pandora thought hardly. Yes, which characters? 'The main characters from…' Her fingertips hesitated over the tangents, before resolutely typing the words out. 'The main characters from LotR.' She pushed enter again, and suddenly, her screen was turned into something very much alike a TV. She could see the white room, but it was empty! She growled. Something had obviously gone wrong here.
"I knew it was too good to be true, I knew it!" She muttered. Then suddenly, eleven very annoyed-looking Tolkien-characters fell in, and landed in a heap on the couch. Pandora did a double take. Eleven characters? And then she noticed that Elrond and Galadriel, for some reason had followed. Pandora squealed happily, as she began to run the possibilities about this whole thing over and over in her head. She decided she was going to be utterly thankful to Minnie the next time she met her.
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That's it from me today, hope you liked, there will be more, and I am utterly, completely late for school. Bye!
(1/?)-"A visit from a limegreen goddess"
By: Duh! Pandora, of course!
Category: Humour/Humour!
Rating: PG-13 (A few swear words, some vivid and graphic descriptions, but not ALL too much…)
Summary: Due to finally receiving an authors licence, (Or rather, stealing one!) Pandora decides to have some fun, by trapping poor innocent people in a white little room. However, she has no intentions at all to make them read MST, no, no, not at all. Pandora has something completely different in mind…
Authors note: This is because I have always wanted to have my very own "white-room-where-you-can-trap-poor-characters-from-all-around-the-world"! And, because I wanted to. So there. Anyone who gets completely annoyed and bugged out by this: Well, Pooh on you!
Disclaimer: This is the disclaimer that never ends, it goes on and on for eternity, my friends, one author started writing it, not knowing what it was, and she'll continue typing it forever, just because…That's my fav. Disclaimer right now, and no, I did not come up with it, it's all too funny to be my work! Seriously, it's Starbrat that made this thing up! You ought to read her work, you really ought to!
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"Woohoo, I made it, I passed!" A female figure bounced out of an empty classroom, shrieking in a very shrill voice. In her hands, she clutched a little white card, where it said 'Authors Licence', in big, red, letters. She danced around, holding it high above her head, and earning herself both odd stares (The ones who didn't get a thing), envious looks (The ones that didn't pass) and cheerful congratulations and claps on the shoulders (The ones who already had passed). The female "now-an-official-author", smiled with tears of happiness shining in her eyes. She then proceeded to bounce out of the school (After getting her stuff) down the sidewalk, up he stairs, and in through the door, to her apartment. She bounced into her room, bounced out of it again and setting course towards the kitchen to grab a lil' snack (of course, she started up the computer, before she went off). After eating two cold pizza slices, and shoving the rest of them into the micro wave, she happily bounced into her room again, and, deciding the neighbours were probably very irritated with bouncing already, walked over to her chair in front of the computer, and calmly sat down. Immediately opening up 'Words', she eerily began to type…
' "Woohoo, I made it, I passed!" A female figure bounced out of an empty classroom, shrieking in a very shrill voice. In her hands, she clutched a little white card, where it said 'Authors Licence', in big, red, letters. She danced around, holding it high above her head, and earning herself both odd stares (The ones who didn't get a thing), envious looks (The ones that didn't pass) and cheerful congratulations and claps on the shoulders (The ones who already had passed). The female "now-an-official-author", smiled with tears of happiness shining in her eyes. She then proceeded…to…to…'
The Author-to-be (Yes, you have to get SOME practice first!) thoughtfully bit her lip, and sighed. It was harder than she thought to be an author. Sighing, she closed the document down, and threw it away. This was getting her nowhere. Sighing deeply again, she sadly thought about moving her butt from the chair, and getting the pizza slices, with the hopeful thought that maybe they could help her out a little. Just as she got up, the screen went black. The author (A/N: Now this is certainly getting boring. From now on, we'll just call 'Author', Pandora. Okay?) Pandora frowned. She was not a whiz at technology (A/N: HEL-LO! But seriously, everyone knows I'm not a whiz at anything!) but she definitely knew the computer were not supposed to behave like that. The screen flared over into a lime green colour, and suddenly, the poor auth- Oh wait, sorry, I forgot: PANDORAS room, went dark, as something clouded the windows. Now, some people…okay, most people, would scream loudly, try run away, and probably faint, but as I already said, Pandora is not a whiz at anything. So she did it all.
"Hello?!" Came an annoyed voice from the screen. After a few minutes, the person…thing…PERSON on the screen finally reached Pandora's mind, and her eyes fluttered open. She frowned. She thought she heard a voice.
"Ah, now that is much better!" With a yelp, Pandora flew up from the floor and dived into the wardrobe, only to emerge a few seconds later, with a frying pan in her hand, and a hockey helmet squashed down on the head. She looked around wildly a few seconds, and then, trying to seem scary, but only looking like a big wuss, said in what were supposed to sound tough, but only coming out shakily:
"Don't come any closer, I have a…a…" Here, the author looked up to see what it was that she really had, and suddenly felt very depressed. Therefore, she continued in an even more shaky and pathetic voice, "I have a frying pan, and I'm not afraid to…use it…" The person sighed tiredly. That caught her attention, and she looked wonderingly at the screen. And for the first time in what felt like ten minutes, Pandora noticed the person, who was right now crossing her arms and tapping her feet in a very annoyed manner, and she walked closer.
"Who…W-Who are you?" She asked, stunned.
"Well, now, that is a very moronic question, I must say."
"Uh…No…" Pandora said slowly, not even sure of what 'moronic', meant. The person sweatdropped, and once again, seemed very annoyed. Then she seemed to gather herself up, and did an attempt to a cheery smile, which only came out even more scaring.
"Oh well, in that case, I am Minnie." Pandora still does not understand a thing. Person…err, Minnie, seem to get very sad, since she sniffle and sob, all the while muttering something about 'stupid, moronic missions', 'stupid, moronic authors' and something else that was apparently also very stupid and moronic. Once again, person seem to gather her wits, and do another scary attempt to smile cheerily.
"I am the goddess of fanfiction, the stimulating of imagination." She then said, to the still-not-understanding Pandora. (Muttered under breath: "But you seem to need a stimulation of the brain. It's a wonder you even remember to breathe.")
"Uh…Okay…And you are doing WHAT on my computer…? I mean, doesn't goddesses belong in heaven, or something like that?"
"Well, yeah, normally, but I accidentally crashed into Tolkien's throne and broke a leg on it, and to punish me, he threw me out for a while."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But, when can you come back?" Pandora did not question the fact that Minnie-the-goddess-in-a-limegreen-dress-who-were- right-now-inside-her-computer, (A/N. PHEW!) just called Tolkien God because of two things:
a) In Pandoras world, Tolkien IS God.
b) Minnie didn't seem to be up for discussing the matter at the moment, so Pandora decided to leave it be. See, some brains I got!
"I just have to help hundred authors who just got their Authors Licence to write something really cool."
"Cool!" Minnie sighed. She knew she should have chosen that girl in Japan instead. That would have been so much easier.
"What number are you on?" Pandora then continued.
"99." Came the short reply. Pandora 'oooh'-ed, and 'aaah'-ed for a while, as Minnie once again, got the sinking feeling that yes, the girl in Japan would have been so much easier.
"So, then you're kinda like a muse?" God, this girl was slow.
"No, I am not a muse, I am just here to give you some goddamned powers so you can use characters from all around the world, and torture them in your fics. So there." Pandora thought for a moment, before grinning widely.
"Okay!" She cheerily agreed. Immediately, a limegreen light filled the room and enveloped her gently, and when it was gone, then so was Minnie. She looked around, not sure if it had all been some kind of scary, wicked daydream her bored-out-of-her-mind brain had spit out. Feeling quite silly where she was standing, frying pan still in her hand, and hockey helmet still on her head, she shrugged and decided to give it a shot. Logging on the now shutdown computer, she expected to see the usual Legolas background, but instead, a white window appeared. In it, it said: 'What are your orders, kerdir?' Pandora did the only natural thing. She squealed with joy. Quickly, she started typing in: 'Move characters to white room.' And pushed enter. Another question appeared. 'Okay. Which characters?' Pandora thought hardly. Yes, which characters? 'The main characters from…' Her fingertips hesitated over the tangents, before resolutely typing the words out. 'The main characters from LotR.' She pushed enter again, and suddenly, her screen was turned into something very much alike a TV. She could see the white room, but it was empty! She growled. Something had obviously gone wrong here.
"I knew it was too good to be true, I knew it!" She muttered. Then suddenly, eleven very annoyed-looking Tolkien-characters fell in, and landed in a heap on the couch. Pandora did a double take. Eleven characters? And then she noticed that Elrond and Galadriel, for some reason had followed. Pandora squealed happily, as she began to run the possibilities about this whole thing over and over in her head. She decided she was going to be utterly thankful to Minnie the next time she met her.
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That's it from me today, hope you liked, there will be more, and I am utterly, completely late for school. Bye!