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The following story/fic/fiction/gobbledegook will contain just about any poor taste in stories there is. We are talking : Mary sues, Self Insertion, Out Of Character, Fourth Wall Infractions, Plot Holes, Cliché's, Random Insanity, Weirdness, Attempts at humor, downright cruelty, possible hilarity, confusion, poor writing, bad grammar, typecasting, wish fulfillment, instantaneous ressurection.

We start off in a dark room, the only sounds are a constant click-click of a keyboard typing. Slowly we move closer to the source of the sound, and in the dim darkness, a high backed chair with an occupant can be seen. Along with the typing, the ocassional grunt or snicker can be heard coming from the mysterious figure in the shadows.

???- " No, no, no... This doesn't make any sense. What was I thinking when I wrote this? "

A crack of thunder, and a flash of lightning... his haggard face and scruffy clothing is briefly illuminated before receding back into the dark. Suddenly, he sits up rigid and snaps his fingers.

???- " Ah hah, I got it. I'll write a story just to torture a digi-destined, just for fun. This ought to cure my writer's block. If not, at least I can reap enjoyment from an innocent chosen's suffering. Bwahahahaha.

He claps his hands twice in rapid succession, and the lights go on. We see that the mysterious figure is none other then, Lunarian, a deeply disturbed individual whose thoughts are not quite safe to be had. He is wearing an old pair of blue jeans so old they are gray, a white short sleeved shirt with Marvin the Martian on it, a velcro wristwatch on his right hand, black and white shoes over dirty white socks, and covering his aqua green eyes are silver glasses with horrible focus. A devilishly maniacal grin is spreading across his face from ear to ear, reminicent of the grinch.

He tries his best to type out a scenario best to inflict emotional trauma into his victim with. Let's see... I think I'll use Takeru, and pass him off as a player. Yes... that should work well, have some girls slap him around, then chase him down to puréé his genitals...

Lunarian- " Alrighty then, time to get cracking. " *Starts Typing*

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{ One day Takeru was standing around the park. He was a kid. Digidestined type person, so he likes to stand. } Huh.. What the hell am I writing? { Takeru was the school basketball, soccer, hockey, badminton, tennis and foozball captain, he had all the girls after him. He was the cool type, plays them all for snogs and juggles them like fruits. After smoking his cigar, he sat down on the park bench and found himself in his room on his bed. Nxt to heem wuz hiz girl Kari, she had on a deep sea diving suit in the color vivid tangerine. } What am I smoking to be typing this? Man... I think I'll need to offer some just so the readers can read it.

{ Takeru dont mind, cuz he's a player. So he says to K-girl " Yo girl, lez make out " he says while wigglin his eyebwors all suggestive like. She says back " Oh yes Tee, lets do it ". } No comment { Takeru jumps onto Hikari and they start to kiss, all the sudden the door flies open and there stands Yolie in the doorway. She glares at them and says " Like, how not perfecto, my b/f is cheating on me. ", she then starts to cry large droplets of water about 5 feet by 2 feet and the room begins to flood. " Kari turns to glare at Tk only to see a white dust could as he speeds out of the house in only his underwear with the two ladies in deathly pursuit. }

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Lunarian- " Hmm, that was different. "

??- " You psycho! What in the name of cheezwhiz are you doing to digimon!? "

Lunarian- " Hey, who's there? I thought I was the mystery guy... "

*Cue Cheezy Music* Will this story ever make sense?

Will people find this funny?
Will this be flamed into the ninth level of hell?
Who is the new mysterious guy?
Yea find out nxt time.