Think of your worst nightmare.
Now realise;
Compared to what you are about to experience...
Your worst nightmare was like dancing in the rain.
COZ I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACCK!!!!!!!!!!
*crickets chirping again etck etck*
Oh alright, so it hasn't actually been very long since I last tormented the world, but hey! I just LOVE a dramatic entrance!
So... where was I? Ah yes, the disclaimers. Now now, don't go groaning, since we HAVE to have disclaimers I take great pleasure in being as sarcastic as I can. Have patience with a deluded teen.
DISCLAIMER: Life is like a box of cheap chocolates. You never know what crap you're going to get first.
REAL DISCLAIMER: I just got some new speakers and they're a bit crappy. Whenever my stupid, STUPID theme (the one wot I desperately need to change but cannot be bothered *ahem*) makes a CA-BLEEP noise it sounds like it's got a cold. I keep digging out a tissue for it but then I realise that I don't have any! So my poor little speakers have to go without. *cries* oh poor babies
REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: Speaking of ('ACHOO!!!' bless you, speakers, bless you) crappy, har har, my screen is very stuffed! Every now and then I have to give it a THUMP because it flickers and turns the wrong colour! Oh no, the computer welfare is going to come and take my babies away from me! I hit my monitor and don't give my speakers any tissues! *sob*
REAL REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: Well, I think everyone has had their fair share of insanity for the day now. I shalt be off. Farewell, farewell... (OUT DAMN SPOT!! *sweatdrop* hey I'm studying Macbeth @ the moment people, cut me some slack) P.S I don't own Zoids _
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*drumroll* *gasps of excitement from whatever readers haven't died of boredom yet* *another drumroll*
*cheesy music plays (same old, same old)*
Smoke swirls on the screen, and clears to reveal a motley lot of people (in other words, a bunch of misfits). A 2D brown-haired girl (your loverly Moonbay) is sitting in the interview chair, and sitting opposite her are your favourite hosts, Storm and Rudolf. They are not looking nearly as good as they did before on account of they have bruises all over them that have been covered up with laers of make-up. They are sitting very stiffly, and off-stage the producer is rubbing his hands together in glee, looking smug and cackling evilly etck etck
ANNOUNCER: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand welcome back to your faaaaaaaaaaaaavourite show starring your faaaaaaaaaaaaaaavourite hosts, Storm and Ruuuuuudooooooolf! Aaaaaaaand a big round of applause for Mooooooooonbaaaaaaay!
STORM: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that wasn't forced at aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall!
RUDOLF: (quietly to Storm) Looks like the producer got to him too.
STORM: (shakes her head sadly) It just ain't right, I tell you! Just ain't right.
Offside, producer clears his throat, sending everyone on stage into a flurry of activity.
STORM: So, Moonbay. (nods)
MOONBAY: Storm. (nods)
RUDOLF: Storm. (nods)
STORM: Rudolf. (nods)
MOONBAY: Rudolf. (nods)
RUDOLF: Moonbay. (nods)
ANNOUNCER: Moonbay, Rudolf, Storm. (nods)
A period of stunned silence descends on the group, finally broken by gift-of-the-gab Storm.
STORM: Uh - wha - did the announcer just nod?
ANNOUNCER: (nods again)
STORM: Hmm.
RUDOLF: How is that possible? He is just a disembodied voice.
MOONBAY: And while we're on the subject, how is it possible for him to sweatdrop? He doesn't even exist materially, let alone exist as a 2D figure!
STORM: (exasperatedly) And while we're on the subject, how is it possible for a 3D Aussie like myself to be sitting in the same room as two 2D characters? God, Moonbay, don't get so bloody technical.
PRODUCER: Is it time for another ad break?
Everyone shakes their heads (AN: gramatically correct there? eesh I don't know!) hurriedly and decide to FINALLY get on with the interview.
STORM: So Moonbay, what do you plan to do with the rest of your life?
MOONBAY: Well actually, ever since Van saved the planet Zi again, I've been training for Zoids races - you know, like the one Rudolf bet me in?
STORM: I see. How've you been going?
MOONBAY: Really good.
STORM: Well that's nice to know.
RUDOLF: (thougthfully) Hey Moonbay?
MOONBAY: Yes sweety?
RUDOLF: Howcome we never heard of the fact that you were a champion racer before that episode?
MOONBAY: (silence)
STORM: Hey yeah! I always wondered why that episode was stuck in there.They seemed to just invent bits about Moonbay in one episode for the sole purpose of comic relief in the middle of a serious bit in the series. It didn't seem right that Moonbay never told anyone about her amazing ability, especially considering the size of her ego!
RUDOLF: But if you think about it, it's not like Moonbay was such a terribly complicated character that they couldn't add any details to her shallow self.
MOONBAY: You People Are HORRIBLE!! How DARE you speak about ME that way?!?
STORM: Quite EASILY! You should TRY IT!!
RUDOLF: Oh no. (he's spotted the producer creeping up again, wearing a look of insanity that unfortunately is becoming a common sight for poor Rudolf) Please don't, Mr Producer Sir -
ANNOUNCER: Time for some more ads, because we know you just ADORE them!
Instead of fading to black this time, it is suddenly cut off. It would seem that the producer is VERY anrgy this time.
A new screen begins to appear. You hear voices ('ACHOO!!!!' bless you, speakers!).
VOICE ONE: Hey Krillin, that Storm chick is a real looker!
VOICE TWO, aka KRILLIN: Yeah, Yamcha, I know!
*CA-THUMP!!!!* KRILLIN: AI-YAH!! OWWWWWWWWW, Eighteen that HURT!!
Now you can see the characters on the screen. A black-haired dude with a scar on his face is standing next to a short, nose-less black-haired guy, who is rubbing his head and wincing. Next to him is a stylish blonde-haired woman, who is wearing a venomous look on her face, her arms crossed.
KRILLIN: What did you do that for?
EIGHTEEN: You're MARRIED, Krillin. You're not SUPPOSED to say things like that.
KRILLIN: (sweatdrop) Oh yeah - hehehe...
YAMCHA: Hey, did you know we're on air right now?
KRILLIN: We are?
Krillin sticks his face up to the camera, and starts pulling a number of faces.
EIGHTEEN: (scowls) Krillin -
KRILLIN: Hey Marron my little sweety! Look, Daddy's on TV!
YAMCHA: Krillin, have you forgotten? We're meant to be doing an ad now.
KRILLIN: (shrugs and continues the faces) Hahaha who cares?
YAMCHA: (going crazy) Krillin, think of the money!
EIGHTEEN: Yeah, what about the MONEY, Krillin?!?
KRILLIN: (Finally returns from the camera) So what, 20 million wasn't enough for you?
YAMCHA: (sweatdrops) Uh - What exactly are we meant to be selling anyway?
KRILLIN: Some shampoo.
YAMCHA: Which one?
CAMERA GUY: You are off air in 5 - 4...
EIGHTEEN: (turns quickly to the camera) Uh - Shampoo. Buy it.
The screen fades to black again...
*cheesy music plays*
The group is looking even more ruffled than before, excepting Moonbay who the producer went nowhere near. (AN: See? Even evil guys aren't stupid all the time!)
STORM: Ad breaks should be illegal. (AN: And don't we all agree, viewers?)
RUDOLF: I agree.
MOONBAY: I agree.
STORM: That's nice deary. Why do you agree, hmm Moonbay? Where are your bruises? HMM?!? RIDDLE ME THIS, MOONBAY, RIDDLE ME THIS!!!
ANNOUNCER: Well, that's all we have time for today folks! Thankyou Moonbay for coming in!
STORM: Uh mister announcer SIR I believe that is MY line...!
ANNOUNCER: Yes but missus interviewer MA'AM you had no intention of saying YOUR line for a while, did you?!? And I figured that you wouldn't want another ad break yet...
STORM: (goes pale) Uh yes well thankyou Moonbay for coming in today! S'been a pleasure and all that, good luck with your racing, say hello to everyone for us! (pushes Moonbay off the stage) Next interview, people, we have coming in to talk with us the legendary IRVINE!!!
RUDOLF: Really?
STORM: Yep! (says knowingly) He's an even bigger chunk of hunk than you!
RUDOLF: Sorry, Storm, but that's SO not possible.
STORM: (thoughtfully) You know, you are the most Out-of-Character character I have EVER written - er, met! Bad Rudolf!
Meanwhile, Moonbay has limped back onto stage (she is limping on account of she sprained her ankle on her ten-inch heels when Storm pushed her off-stage *hehehe OOPSIES* AN: ooh do I sense some hostility there?). She is outraged at Storm's earlier tasteful *NOT* comment about Irvine being a 'chunk of hunk'.
MOONBAY: (shakes her fist) You can't have Irvine, Storm! He LOVES me!
STORM: (looks back at her scathingly, raises her eyebrows etck) That's nice deary.
RUDOLF: (waves at the audience as things start to turn ugly again) Bye everyone! Tune in next time!
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Well? What's the verdict? I had fun writing this ^_^ har har EvIl PrOdUcEr
OoOoOoOoOoOoH My FoOtSiEs ArE CoLd! Ohnoohno I think I'm catching the cold from my speakers! (major sweatdrop)
Big THANKYOU goes out to the wonderful, wonderful people who reviewed my first ever chapter of this story! Maelgwyn and Anime Shark, YOU ROCK!! Yesss Maelgwyn I am an SA Aussie!
Hope some people liked this chapter! ^.^ Seeya!
Now realise;
Compared to what you are about to experience...
Your worst nightmare was like dancing in the rain.
COZ I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACCK!!!!!!!!!!
*crickets chirping again etck etck*
Oh alright, so it hasn't actually been very long since I last tormented the world, but hey! I just LOVE a dramatic entrance!
So... where was I? Ah yes, the disclaimers. Now now, don't go groaning, since we HAVE to have disclaimers I take great pleasure in being as sarcastic as I can. Have patience with a deluded teen.
DISCLAIMER: Life is like a box of cheap chocolates. You never know what crap you're going to get first.
REAL DISCLAIMER: I just got some new speakers and they're a bit crappy. Whenever my stupid, STUPID theme (the one wot I desperately need to change but cannot be bothered *ahem*) makes a CA-BLEEP noise it sounds like it's got a cold. I keep digging out a tissue for it but then I realise that I don't have any! So my poor little speakers have to go without. *cries* oh poor babies
REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: Speaking of ('ACHOO!!!' bless you, speakers, bless you) crappy, har har, my screen is very stuffed! Every now and then I have to give it a THUMP because it flickers and turns the wrong colour! Oh no, the computer welfare is going to come and take my babies away from me! I hit my monitor and don't give my speakers any tissues! *sob*
REAL REAL REAL DISCLAIMER: Well, I think everyone has had their fair share of insanity for the day now. I shalt be off. Farewell, farewell... (OUT DAMN SPOT!! *sweatdrop* hey I'm studying Macbeth @ the moment people, cut me some slack) P.S I don't own Zoids _
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*drumroll* *gasps of excitement from whatever readers haven't died of boredom yet* *another drumroll*
*cheesy music plays (same old, same old)*
Smoke swirls on the screen, and clears to reveal a motley lot of people (in other words, a bunch of misfits). A 2D brown-haired girl (your loverly Moonbay) is sitting in the interview chair, and sitting opposite her are your favourite hosts, Storm and Rudolf. They are not looking nearly as good as they did before on account of they have bruises all over them that have been covered up with laers of make-up. They are sitting very stiffly, and off-stage the producer is rubbing his hands together in glee, looking smug and cackling evilly etck etck
ANNOUNCER: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand welcome back to your faaaaaaaaaaaaavourite show starring your faaaaaaaaaaaaaaavourite hosts, Storm and Ruuuuuudooooooolf! Aaaaaaaand a big round of applause for Mooooooooonbaaaaaaay!
STORM: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that wasn't forced at aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall!
RUDOLF: (quietly to Storm) Looks like the producer got to him too.
STORM: (shakes her head sadly) It just ain't right, I tell you! Just ain't right.
Offside, producer clears his throat, sending everyone on stage into a flurry of activity.
STORM: So, Moonbay. (nods)
MOONBAY: Storm. (nods)
RUDOLF: Storm. (nods)
STORM: Rudolf. (nods)
MOONBAY: Rudolf. (nods)
RUDOLF: Moonbay. (nods)
ANNOUNCER: Moonbay, Rudolf, Storm. (nods)
A period of stunned silence descends on the group, finally broken by gift-of-the-gab Storm.
STORM: Uh - wha - did the announcer just nod?
ANNOUNCER: (nods again)
STORM: Hmm.
RUDOLF: How is that possible? He is just a disembodied voice.
MOONBAY: And while we're on the subject, how is it possible for him to sweatdrop? He doesn't even exist materially, let alone exist as a 2D figure!
STORM: (exasperatedly) And while we're on the subject, how is it possible for a 3D Aussie like myself to be sitting in the same room as two 2D characters? God, Moonbay, don't get so bloody technical.
PRODUCER: Is it time for another ad break?
Everyone shakes their heads (AN: gramatically correct there? eesh I don't know!) hurriedly and decide to FINALLY get on with the interview.
STORM: So Moonbay, what do you plan to do with the rest of your life?
MOONBAY: Well actually, ever since Van saved the planet Zi again, I've been training for Zoids races - you know, like the one Rudolf bet me in?
STORM: I see. How've you been going?
MOONBAY: Really good.
STORM: Well that's nice to know.
RUDOLF: (thougthfully) Hey Moonbay?
MOONBAY: Yes sweety?
RUDOLF: Howcome we never heard of the fact that you were a champion racer before that episode?
MOONBAY: (silence)
STORM: Hey yeah! I always wondered why that episode was stuck in there.They seemed to just invent bits about Moonbay in one episode for the sole purpose of comic relief in the middle of a serious bit in the series. It didn't seem right that Moonbay never told anyone about her amazing ability, especially considering the size of her ego!
RUDOLF: But if you think about it, it's not like Moonbay was such a terribly complicated character that they couldn't add any details to her shallow self.
MOONBAY: You People Are HORRIBLE!! How DARE you speak about ME that way?!?
STORM: Quite EASILY! You should TRY IT!!
RUDOLF: Oh no. (he's spotted the producer creeping up again, wearing a look of insanity that unfortunately is becoming a common sight for poor Rudolf) Please don't, Mr Producer Sir -
ANNOUNCER: Time for some more ads, because we know you just ADORE them!
Instead of fading to black this time, it is suddenly cut off. It would seem that the producer is VERY anrgy this time.
A new screen begins to appear. You hear voices ('ACHOO!!!!' bless you, speakers!).
VOICE ONE: Hey Krillin, that Storm chick is a real looker!
VOICE TWO, aka KRILLIN: Yeah, Yamcha, I know!
*CA-THUMP!!!!* KRILLIN: AI-YAH!! OWWWWWWWWW, Eighteen that HURT!!
Now you can see the characters on the screen. A black-haired dude with a scar on his face is standing next to a short, nose-less black-haired guy, who is rubbing his head and wincing. Next to him is a stylish blonde-haired woman, who is wearing a venomous look on her face, her arms crossed.
KRILLIN: What did you do that for?
EIGHTEEN: You're MARRIED, Krillin. You're not SUPPOSED to say things like that.
KRILLIN: (sweatdrop) Oh yeah - hehehe...
YAMCHA: Hey, did you know we're on air right now?
KRILLIN: We are?
Krillin sticks his face up to the camera, and starts pulling a number of faces.
EIGHTEEN: (scowls) Krillin -
KRILLIN: Hey Marron my little sweety! Look, Daddy's on TV!
YAMCHA: Krillin, have you forgotten? We're meant to be doing an ad now.
KRILLIN: (shrugs and continues the faces) Hahaha who cares?
YAMCHA: (going crazy) Krillin, think of the money!
EIGHTEEN: Yeah, what about the MONEY, Krillin?!?
KRILLIN: (Finally returns from the camera) So what, 20 million wasn't enough for you?
YAMCHA: (sweatdrops) Uh - What exactly are we meant to be selling anyway?
KRILLIN: Some shampoo.
YAMCHA: Which one?
CAMERA GUY: You are off air in 5 - 4...
EIGHTEEN: (turns quickly to the camera) Uh - Shampoo. Buy it.
The screen fades to black again...
*cheesy music plays*
The group is looking even more ruffled than before, excepting Moonbay who the producer went nowhere near. (AN: See? Even evil guys aren't stupid all the time!)
STORM: Ad breaks should be illegal. (AN: And don't we all agree, viewers?)
RUDOLF: I agree.
MOONBAY: I agree.
STORM: That's nice deary. Why do you agree, hmm Moonbay? Where are your bruises? HMM?!? RIDDLE ME THIS, MOONBAY, RIDDLE ME THIS!!!
ANNOUNCER: Well, that's all we have time for today folks! Thankyou Moonbay for coming in!
STORM: Uh mister announcer SIR I believe that is MY line...!
ANNOUNCER: Yes but missus interviewer MA'AM you had no intention of saying YOUR line for a while, did you?!? And I figured that you wouldn't want another ad break yet...
STORM: (goes pale) Uh yes well thankyou Moonbay for coming in today! S'been a pleasure and all that, good luck with your racing, say hello to everyone for us! (pushes Moonbay off the stage) Next interview, people, we have coming in to talk with us the legendary IRVINE!!!
RUDOLF: Really?
STORM: Yep! (says knowingly) He's an even bigger chunk of hunk than you!
RUDOLF: Sorry, Storm, but that's SO not possible.
STORM: (thoughtfully) You know, you are the most Out-of-Character character I have EVER written - er, met! Bad Rudolf!
Meanwhile, Moonbay has limped back onto stage (she is limping on account of she sprained her ankle on her ten-inch heels when Storm pushed her off-stage *hehehe OOPSIES* AN: ooh do I sense some hostility there?). She is outraged at Storm's earlier tasteful *NOT* comment about Irvine being a 'chunk of hunk'.
MOONBAY: (shakes her fist) You can't have Irvine, Storm! He LOVES me!
STORM: (looks back at her scathingly, raises her eyebrows etck) That's nice deary.
RUDOLF: (waves at the audience as things start to turn ugly again) Bye everyone! Tune in next time!
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Well? What's the verdict? I had fun writing this ^_^ har har EvIl PrOdUcEr
OoOoOoOoOoOoH My FoOtSiEs ArE CoLd! Ohnoohno I think I'm catching the cold from my speakers! (major sweatdrop)
Big THANKYOU goes out to the wonderful, wonderful people who reviewed my first ever chapter of this story! Maelgwyn and Anime Shark, YOU ROCK!! Yesss Maelgwyn I am an SA Aussie!
Hope some people liked this chapter! ^.^ Seeya!