I couldn't believe what I was reading.
This story summed up my life entirely.
The conflict, the futility, the passion.
Space Wizards was a story about me.
When I read those amazing words on fanfiction.net I knew I had found a masterpiece. The author was brilliant, his values, the way he portrayed the status quo in such a way of showing them for the self centered inconsiderate supporters that they are.
Monkeytaco was speaking about me.
This story was like no others.
I had a new reason to live. I was going to live my life like the man from Space Wizards, our triumphant Narrator; passionate, devoted and uncaring about the stupidity that most of the world was enslaved too.
I knew what he was going through. I was what he was going through, the lack of friends, the late nights alone at the movie theatre. I was him. He was me.
No more would I sit there and listen to the sounds of cell phones and people talking to each other at normal volume in the middle of the film. If Owen could do it, so could I!
I was a master of control; I could take on the world just as he did. I was-
"Hey, are you fucking done in there???"
-Oh, ummm.. Yeah mom, just one minute, I will be out in a second.
"You talking to yourself again? Cuz I know aint got anyone in there with you."
-No, I am just practicing for the.. The play mom. Its okay, I will be out in a moment.
"Fucking kid"
God damn it, I could hear her outside waiting for me. Oh that woman makes me so mad.
Always yelling at me, I am sick of it. I should teach her a lesson! She wouldn't know what hit her. I would stab her over and over again. Leave her dead body lying limp on the carpet for all the family to see. Then they would know not to mess with m-
"Hey you fucking queer, get out of the god damned bathroom!!"
"Sorry, Mom."
Stupid woman, next time she won't be so lucky. Next time I am going to pull an Owen Scottsworth on her ass. Then she will learn who she is playing with.
I didn't need the bathroom anyway, I had more important things to do, I needed to check on fanfiction.net, see if anyone reviewed me.
As I eagerly approached the computer I couldn't wait to see.
My first chapter of the Space Wizards Expanded Universe was uploaded and I can't wait to see what they think.
Maybe Monkeytaco himself read it. I wonder if he liked it? God, that would be so cool. He might even want to collaborate. We could do the Space Wizards Sequel, hell maybe even a prequel! My god, I can't wait!
Website loading, anticipation building, loading, loading loading..
Reviews 0
Damn it! I thought for sure this would be the one to skyrocket me to popularity.
Not to worry, it's only been two weeks; maybe it hasn't been uploaded into the new releases yet. My time will come.
I am sure even Monkeytaco himself even had to wait before anyone read his stories, he probably piggy backed his popularity off one of his friends who devoted all his stories to something like Dark wing duck. or Sonic the Hedgehog or something.
What the heck am I saying, that man has talent; surely the people saw his talent immediately. He's probably got publishing company after publishing company chasing after him. He is a genius and one day I will be ju-
"Hey faggot! Whacha doin?"
-what? Oh, hey Johnny, just working on the web.
"Oh yeah? Still writing that stupid story?"
-It's not stupid! This is going to make me rich someday.
"That fucking Space Wizards thing? Yeah right! You have about as much chance at that as you do getting laid."
-Shut up, Jerk! I have talent!
"Its not even you're Story! You are just reworking someone else's Idea and corrupting it, by changing a few events and probably making characters have sex with each other"
So what? Just Owen and Tinyla. and little Billy, but that's all.
-I am going to get rich off my stories one day, just you wait and see.
"You aren't even ripping off a talented writer. I mean Christ, the story is incredibly flawed."
-Nah uh, Your just jealous.
"Oh yeah, right, Jealous, I am jealous of a man who couldn't use spellchecker if his life depended on it."
-Monkeytaco doesn't need spellchecker. His talent is more honest; his words come from his soul.
"Then explain to me one thing, what time did Owen first go into the theatre?
-What? Why?
"Because I want to know how he can go in this theatre seven hours prior to the showing, watch the movie, come out three hours later and never once run into anyone anywhere."
-The Show was at night, duh.
"The show was at midnight, seven hours earlier would have been five o'clock in the afternoon. Where was the rest of the town while he was driving his car into a gun shop at five o clock in the evening?"
-It is a small town!
"It sure as fuck must be!"
The nerve of him. Belittling the talent of such a genius as Monkeytaco. So there is a slight flaw in time, we all make mistakes.
"And while we are at it, how is it that this character was able to steel automatic weapons from a gun shop anyway? All of which he had loaded, and stalked and ready to go, just to lug down to the theatre. Oh wait, but I forgot, he could have taken all the time he wanted, maybe he snuck off to some black-market gun dealer in the back of the gun shop in the middle of this magic empty town where time stands still. I guess I can see why I was wrong about your MonkeyFaggot. He's a fucking Genius."
That's it! I had heard enough!
-Hey, can I borrow your Keys for a second?
"What? Sure, you little bitch. What fo-"
At that moment I took my opportunity to STRIKE!!!!
"What the fuck are you doing?"
STAB STAB STAB STAB
He would know my wrath!
"You stupid dick, you're annoying me."
He yanked my weapon away from me.
"And give me these back, you're going to bend my keys!"
And with a shove, he knocks me to the ground, and leaves the room.
The son of a bitch. Insults my favorite author with his lies of continuity and rationality. I hope I left a couple bruises on him.
Oh well.. I am bored.
I guess I should leave the computer and wait and let people discover my amazing story.
Maybe in the meantime, I will catch a movie.
.To be continued.
This story summed up my life entirely.
The conflict, the futility, the passion.
Space Wizards was a story about me.
When I read those amazing words on fanfiction.net I knew I had found a masterpiece. The author was brilliant, his values, the way he portrayed the status quo in such a way of showing them for the self centered inconsiderate supporters that they are.
Monkeytaco was speaking about me.
This story was like no others.
I had a new reason to live. I was going to live my life like the man from Space Wizards, our triumphant Narrator; passionate, devoted and uncaring about the stupidity that most of the world was enslaved too.
I knew what he was going through. I was what he was going through, the lack of friends, the late nights alone at the movie theatre. I was him. He was me.
No more would I sit there and listen to the sounds of cell phones and people talking to each other at normal volume in the middle of the film. If Owen could do it, so could I!
I was a master of control; I could take on the world just as he did. I was-
"Hey, are you fucking done in there???"
-Oh, ummm.. Yeah mom, just one minute, I will be out in a second.
"You talking to yourself again? Cuz I know aint got anyone in there with you."
-No, I am just practicing for the.. The play mom. Its okay, I will be out in a moment.
"Fucking kid"
God damn it, I could hear her outside waiting for me. Oh that woman makes me so mad.
Always yelling at me, I am sick of it. I should teach her a lesson! She wouldn't know what hit her. I would stab her over and over again. Leave her dead body lying limp on the carpet for all the family to see. Then they would know not to mess with m-
"Hey you fucking queer, get out of the god damned bathroom!!"
"Sorry, Mom."
Stupid woman, next time she won't be so lucky. Next time I am going to pull an Owen Scottsworth on her ass. Then she will learn who she is playing with.
I didn't need the bathroom anyway, I had more important things to do, I needed to check on fanfiction.net, see if anyone reviewed me.
As I eagerly approached the computer I couldn't wait to see.
My first chapter of the Space Wizards Expanded Universe was uploaded and I can't wait to see what they think.
Maybe Monkeytaco himself read it. I wonder if he liked it? God, that would be so cool. He might even want to collaborate. We could do the Space Wizards Sequel, hell maybe even a prequel! My god, I can't wait!
Website loading, anticipation building, loading, loading loading..
Reviews 0
Damn it! I thought for sure this would be the one to skyrocket me to popularity.
Not to worry, it's only been two weeks; maybe it hasn't been uploaded into the new releases yet. My time will come.
I am sure even Monkeytaco himself even had to wait before anyone read his stories, he probably piggy backed his popularity off one of his friends who devoted all his stories to something like Dark wing duck. or Sonic the Hedgehog or something.
What the heck am I saying, that man has talent; surely the people saw his talent immediately. He's probably got publishing company after publishing company chasing after him. He is a genius and one day I will be ju-
"Hey faggot! Whacha doin?"
-what? Oh, hey Johnny, just working on the web.
"Oh yeah? Still writing that stupid story?"
-It's not stupid! This is going to make me rich someday.
"That fucking Space Wizards thing? Yeah right! You have about as much chance at that as you do getting laid."
-Shut up, Jerk! I have talent!
"Its not even you're Story! You are just reworking someone else's Idea and corrupting it, by changing a few events and probably making characters have sex with each other"
So what? Just Owen and Tinyla. and little Billy, but that's all.
-I am going to get rich off my stories one day, just you wait and see.
"You aren't even ripping off a talented writer. I mean Christ, the story is incredibly flawed."
-Nah uh, Your just jealous.
"Oh yeah, right, Jealous, I am jealous of a man who couldn't use spellchecker if his life depended on it."
-Monkeytaco doesn't need spellchecker. His talent is more honest; his words come from his soul.
"Then explain to me one thing, what time did Owen first go into the theatre?
-What? Why?
"Because I want to know how he can go in this theatre seven hours prior to the showing, watch the movie, come out three hours later and never once run into anyone anywhere."
-The Show was at night, duh.
"The show was at midnight, seven hours earlier would have been five o'clock in the afternoon. Where was the rest of the town while he was driving his car into a gun shop at five o clock in the evening?"
-It is a small town!
"It sure as fuck must be!"
The nerve of him. Belittling the talent of such a genius as Monkeytaco. So there is a slight flaw in time, we all make mistakes.
"And while we are at it, how is it that this character was able to steel automatic weapons from a gun shop anyway? All of which he had loaded, and stalked and ready to go, just to lug down to the theatre. Oh wait, but I forgot, he could have taken all the time he wanted, maybe he snuck off to some black-market gun dealer in the back of the gun shop in the middle of this magic empty town where time stands still. I guess I can see why I was wrong about your MonkeyFaggot. He's a fucking Genius."
That's it! I had heard enough!
-Hey, can I borrow your Keys for a second?
"What? Sure, you little bitch. What fo-"
At that moment I took my opportunity to STRIKE!!!!
"What the fuck are you doing?"
STAB STAB STAB STAB
He would know my wrath!
"You stupid dick, you're annoying me."
He yanked my weapon away from me.
"And give me these back, you're going to bend my keys!"
And with a shove, he knocks me to the ground, and leaves the room.
The son of a bitch. Insults my favorite author with his lies of continuity and rationality. I hope I left a couple bruises on him.
Oh well.. I am bored.
I guess I should leave the computer and wait and let people discover my amazing story.
Maybe in the meantime, I will catch a movie.
.To be continued.