Hi people! ^.^ This is my second fic. Well ok, I had two others posted, but the first was so crap I deleted it! This one will hopefully be a little better! Oh silly me I forgot to introduce myself! Rinoa Storm, at your service.
Now what I'm going to be writing is a character interview with the characters from Zoids; Chaotic Century and Guardian Force. I don't know if anyone else has done one of these yet but hopefully not!
My mission: To save the world from utter destructio - uh - I mean - to make at least one person larf. (Even if it is just myself, larfing at my own poor attempt at humour)
So I'm going to start off by interviewing... *drum roll* Moonbay!!
DISCLAIMER: A quisling is a traitor who aids the occupying enemy force. Thought you ought to know.
REAL DISCLAIMER: High school is better known as a detention center.
REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: There is no OPTUS service on Kangaroo Island, South Australia. Don't ever, EVER go there under the impression that there is, because you shall be mightily disappointed.
REAL REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: Alright already! I don't own Zoids! (or optus, for that matter) If I did, why the hell would I be sitting around here, writing a fan fiction? Get real! I'd be out sloshing dosh all over the place! Firstly I'd have my car (the one I don't actually have) converted into a mega-wicked Zoid, then I would cruise around town with the windows down and shake it all around to the stereo sound. BTW, I don't own that song, either. Oh, and I don't own Dragonball Z. As a matter of fact, I don't own anything. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
*clears throat* Alright now ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!
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*cheesy music plays*
ANNOUNCER: And now for your host, Stooooooorm!!!!
Someone up the front holds up a card to the audience that says 'CLAP'. A camera-man coughs; crickets can be heard chirping cheerily away etck etck
Storm walks ritzily on stage. She flashes a smile to the guy with long brown hair who held up the card.
STORM: Hey sweety! That don't work if there ain't no people in the audience!
The guy goes red.
STORM: WHERE'S MY CO-HOST, THE SLACKER?!?
ANNOUNCER: *sigh* Mr Flyheight gave us some pathetic excuse about saving a parallel word from utter destructio -
STORM: Alright then! Hey you, card boy! You're my new co-host! Yeah you! Come up here!
The boy walks shyly onto the stage.
STORM: What's your name, you big chunk of hunk?
ANNOUNCER: *sigh*
CARD-BOY: Rudolf. Emperor Rudolf.
STORM: Okay, Rudolf! Do you know who we're interviewing today?
RUDOLF: *gets right into it* I sure do, Storm - Moonbay! Give her a big hand, everybody!
Storm looks at the producer offside, as if to say 'Why was this guy a card-boy anyway?' The producer just shrugs.
*Moonbay walks wobbily onto the stage (wobbily on the account of she's wearing ten-inch heels), her hair done up and wearing enough make up to make Dame Edna Everage look tame*
ANNOUNCER: With the IQ of 17 and a seemingly endless supply of 'boys will be boys' lines, it's no wonder this gal is hot property!
MOONBAY: *sits down* Just you watch your mouth, mister! Obviously you're the one with and IQ of 17 if you think you can insult this girl and get away with it!
ANNOUNCER: *sweatdrop (which is quite an amazing feat, because he's just a disembodied voice)* Heh - and she's also hilariously funny!
Storm and Rudolf have both sweatdropped, earning scorching looks from the producer who is always very fussy about what lands on the floor.
STORM: Moonbay, please forgive our tactless disembodied announcer.
MOONBAY: Oh, it's alright. After all, boys will be boys!
PRODUCER: People will you get on with the interview?!? It's already 10 minutes (636 words) into the show and we haven't found out anything useful! You haven't even asked her a question! And please, stop sweatdropping or I'll have to get someone to come in to mop up the floor!
Storm clears her throat, racking her brains for something to ask.
STORM: So, Moonbay, how long is it since you bravely defended Van from the Gino Breaker in the Gustaf, resulting in your Gustaf almost being blown to smithereens?
MOONBAY: Um, uh... (counts on her fingers) about a year!
STORM: (nods) Aha and why is it that you have not yet repaired it properly?
MOONBAY: Uh? Whadd'ya mean?
STORM: Well, Moonbay, riddle me this... THE PANEL YOU HAD TO REPLACE THE OLD ONE IS STILL WHITE!!! HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS TASTELESS ACT OF COLOURBLINDEDNESS, WHEN YOU'RE NOT EVEN COLOUR-BLIND?!?
Blink. Blink blink.
MOONBAY: Huh?
STORM: WHY ISN'T IT PINK, MOONBAY, WHY ISN'T IT PINK?!?
MOONBAY: Well, oh, I don't know, maybe I was TOO BUSY SAVING THE WORLD!!!
Storm shakes her head in disgust.
STORM: Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
The producer is looking more than slightly strained now, and his hands are creeping steadily towards Storm's throat...
RUDOLF: (hurriedly) Well folks that's all for now but we'll be back after a short break!
*cheesy music plays*
Two muscly men in suits walk onto the set, but their suits and muscles are the only thing they have in common. The first man's skin is completely green, and he has strange, pointy ears. The other is wearing a goofy grin and has spiky black hair.
The green guy clears his throat. "Can't believe I'm doing this," he mutters. Then he speaks up. "Feeling low on fuel?"
The goofy guy speaks. "Batteries need recharging?"
In unison, they pull cereal boxes out from behind their backs and wave them around. "Then fill up on Sunflower Super!"
"With it's great flavour and almost no nutritional value, it'll be like you're eating nothing at all!"
"So remember, fill up on Sunflower Super!" The screen fades black, but due to a *cough* technical difficulty, you can still hear them.
"That must be the single most embarassing moment in my entire life. I still can't believe I let Chi Chi bully me into this, Goku."
"Ah, don't be so serious, Piccolo!"
FADES TO BLACK...
TBC
I'll post the rest of the interview soon, as soon as I have finished it! Hope you liked, please R&R! ^.^ Seeya!
Now what I'm going to be writing is a character interview with the characters from Zoids; Chaotic Century and Guardian Force. I don't know if anyone else has done one of these yet but hopefully not!
My mission: To save the world from utter destructio - uh - I mean - to make at least one person larf. (Even if it is just myself, larfing at my own poor attempt at humour)
So I'm going to start off by interviewing... *drum roll* Moonbay!!
DISCLAIMER: A quisling is a traitor who aids the occupying enemy force. Thought you ought to know.
REAL DISCLAIMER: High school is better known as a detention center.
REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: There is no OPTUS service on Kangaroo Island, South Australia. Don't ever, EVER go there under the impression that there is, because you shall be mightily disappointed.
REAL REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: Alright already! I don't own Zoids! (or optus, for that matter) If I did, why the hell would I be sitting around here, writing a fan fiction? Get real! I'd be out sloshing dosh all over the place! Firstly I'd have my car (the one I don't actually have) converted into a mega-wicked Zoid, then I would cruise around town with the windows down and shake it all around to the stereo sound. BTW, I don't own that song, either. Oh, and I don't own Dragonball Z. As a matter of fact, I don't own anything. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
*clears throat* Alright now ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*cheesy music plays*
ANNOUNCER: And now for your host, Stooooooorm!!!!
Someone up the front holds up a card to the audience that says 'CLAP'. A camera-man coughs; crickets can be heard chirping cheerily away etck etck
Storm walks ritzily on stage. She flashes a smile to the guy with long brown hair who held up the card.
STORM: Hey sweety! That don't work if there ain't no people in the audience!
The guy goes red.
STORM: WHERE'S MY CO-HOST, THE SLACKER?!?
ANNOUNCER: *sigh* Mr Flyheight gave us some pathetic excuse about saving a parallel word from utter destructio -
STORM: Alright then! Hey you, card boy! You're my new co-host! Yeah you! Come up here!
The boy walks shyly onto the stage.
STORM: What's your name, you big chunk of hunk?
ANNOUNCER: *sigh*
CARD-BOY: Rudolf. Emperor Rudolf.
STORM: Okay, Rudolf! Do you know who we're interviewing today?
RUDOLF: *gets right into it* I sure do, Storm - Moonbay! Give her a big hand, everybody!
Storm looks at the producer offside, as if to say 'Why was this guy a card-boy anyway?' The producer just shrugs.
*Moonbay walks wobbily onto the stage (wobbily on the account of she's wearing ten-inch heels), her hair done up and wearing enough make up to make Dame Edna Everage look tame*
ANNOUNCER: With the IQ of 17 and a seemingly endless supply of 'boys will be boys' lines, it's no wonder this gal is hot property!
MOONBAY: *sits down* Just you watch your mouth, mister! Obviously you're the one with and IQ of 17 if you think you can insult this girl and get away with it!
ANNOUNCER: *sweatdrop (which is quite an amazing feat, because he's just a disembodied voice)* Heh - and she's also hilariously funny!
Storm and Rudolf have both sweatdropped, earning scorching looks from the producer who is always very fussy about what lands on the floor.
STORM: Moonbay, please forgive our tactless disembodied announcer.
MOONBAY: Oh, it's alright. After all, boys will be boys!
PRODUCER: People will you get on with the interview?!? It's already 10 minutes (636 words) into the show and we haven't found out anything useful! You haven't even asked her a question! And please, stop sweatdropping or I'll have to get someone to come in to mop up the floor!
Storm clears her throat, racking her brains for something to ask.
STORM: So, Moonbay, how long is it since you bravely defended Van from the Gino Breaker in the Gustaf, resulting in your Gustaf almost being blown to smithereens?
MOONBAY: Um, uh... (counts on her fingers) about a year!
STORM: (nods) Aha and why is it that you have not yet repaired it properly?
MOONBAY: Uh? Whadd'ya mean?
STORM: Well, Moonbay, riddle me this... THE PANEL YOU HAD TO REPLACE THE OLD ONE IS STILL WHITE!!! HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS TASTELESS ACT OF COLOURBLINDEDNESS, WHEN YOU'RE NOT EVEN COLOUR-BLIND?!?
Blink. Blink blink.
MOONBAY: Huh?
STORM: WHY ISN'T IT PINK, MOONBAY, WHY ISN'T IT PINK?!?
MOONBAY: Well, oh, I don't know, maybe I was TOO BUSY SAVING THE WORLD!!!
Storm shakes her head in disgust.
STORM: Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
The producer is looking more than slightly strained now, and his hands are creeping steadily towards Storm's throat...
RUDOLF: (hurriedly) Well folks that's all for now but we'll be back after a short break!
*cheesy music plays*
Two muscly men in suits walk onto the set, but their suits and muscles are the only thing they have in common. The first man's skin is completely green, and he has strange, pointy ears. The other is wearing a goofy grin and has spiky black hair.
The green guy clears his throat. "Can't believe I'm doing this," he mutters. Then he speaks up. "Feeling low on fuel?"
The goofy guy speaks. "Batteries need recharging?"
In unison, they pull cereal boxes out from behind their backs and wave them around. "Then fill up on Sunflower Super!"
"With it's great flavour and almost no nutritional value, it'll be like you're eating nothing at all!"
"So remember, fill up on Sunflower Super!" The screen fades black, but due to a *cough* technical difficulty, you can still hear them.
"That must be the single most embarassing moment in my entire life. I still can't believe I let Chi Chi bully me into this, Goku."
"Ah, don't be so serious, Piccolo!"
FADES TO BLACK...
TBC
I'll post the rest of the interview soon, as soon as I have finished it! Hope you liked, please R&R! ^.^ Seeya!