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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.

The Scene- A Dark Room ( Not the same as las time )

Silence, a silence so complete that to breath would be ear splitting, in this silence they sit. They sit around a table, sleek and silver, an elongated buisness table. There is a strong air of seriousness permeating the area, all present are here for an important reason, and intend to settle matters quite effectively. Suddenly one of the senior members slams his hands down upon the desk, shattering the peace that so falsely existed, for this is war.

?- " This can not be allowed to go on, he is ruining the very essence of our world. "

A murmuring of agreement spreads rapidly through the sea of figures. Some are shaking in anger, yet others are seemingly terrified of the consequences of this revolution. Even so, they are a united front, and know something must be done.

??- " He put me in a bright orange diving suit! A diving suit! "

Shock now spreads over the assembled group, they did not fully realize jut how bad things were getting. They can now see things have deteriorated much more then previously calculated, especially to have that particular member to so uncharacteristically shriek like that.

?@?- " It's time we made an example of all those people who seek to play deity in our universe. "

Many nod their heads and clench fists. This atrocity affecting their lives is so hated and despised. It is just so unfair, what ever did they do to deserve this cruel fate life has thrown them, thus is the price of being famous heroes.

?!?- " Our personalities were so horribly warped! I fear that was only the beginning as well... We must find a way to prevent this and teach him a lesson, or our future fate's do not bode well. "

They all look on at the former speaker with deep sympathy, they can hardly even imagine the damage being done to his mind from the alterations. Along with the sympathetic looks are more frightened thoughts, who of us will be next?

?- " Our connection's specialist is working on the problem as we speak. How's the progress coming along? "

All turn their heads to the individual sitting with a laptop in front of him, typing at speeds far exceeding what you would think possible. Immediately after being adressed he stops typing, glances up briefly, then resumes typing while talking.

?#?- " The data and digital incrementations are proceeding at a pace congruent to that of a 26k modem. It will take awhile before our reinforcements arrive, until that time I'm afraid we will have to try to survive. Sorry Gilligan. "

His eyes go wide as he realizes his mistake far too late, everyone hangs on the edge of a balance quietly listening for any sign of recognition. After several moments they all relax, and the previously adressed rounds on the speaker with a swift glare promising pain and torment should he slip again.

?!?- " You fool! You just as good as gave away our identities, now we have to move faster before we are found out. "

Everyone winces and shy's away from the unnatural outburst from their member, more proof of the damages being inflicted to these poor souls. With a single simultaneous nod they all stand up and depart the room, not knowing what horrors await, but with a sense of hope that vengeance will be theirs.

The Scene- Lunarian's Computer Room ( Same As Before, As Last We Left )

Lastly we left Lunarian, he had just heard a mysterious voice from behind him complaining of the destruction his writing is causing.

Lunarian- " Alright, who is that? " *He turns around and looks behind him...nothing*

??- " Down here you idiot! "

Lunarian never is one to take shit from others like that, but feeling content after getting off to such a wonderful start to his story, decided to humor this intrusion. He glanced downwards... and jumped up backwards over his chair, catching his foot hanging to the back, head suspended above the floor by about a foot... swinging back and forth upside down. The being that caused this sudden burst of fright, slowly made its way over to where he was hanging, all the while grinning demonically.

??- Ohh, so you do remember me, how nice. " *Its voice oozing sarcasm and venom* " Fancy meeting you again, huh... "

Lunarian's eyes widen in fear, trying to desperately to free himself to no use. There before him was something he was sure he got rid of long ago... his conscience. Apparently being locked up with titanium chains, bound and gagged with garlic covered bindings, feet shackled with silver manacles, stuffed into a butcher shop's bag, sealed air tight, and paid to be delivered directly over the amazons most pirahna infested river to be air dropped with an anvil tied around the neck... apparently that didn't go over too well with him... because he looked PISSED AS HELL

Lunarian- " Ah ah ah ha ha... Hey there little C... Ho ho how ya do do doing...? " *Stuttering in attempt to buy time* -_-;

Little C- " I'm surprised you bothered to remember my name... when I'm through with you that is all you will remember! " *Screaming In Anger*

Finally, Lunarian's logical processes begin to start working again, and he realizes a few things. First of all he is an adult sized individual, not quite out of shape, while Little C is a small 6 inch version of himself wearing white. Secondly he stops struggling long enough to reach up and flip himself around so he is standing again. Now towering over his conscience, Lunarian's earlier confidence and conceitedness returns in full force, and he levels a most formidable sneer at Little C.

Lunarian- " My oh my, I don't know what I was thinking... To think you had we worried for a minute there. Well well Little C, back for more punishment I see. Let's play some 'guidance golf' shall we? "

Lunarian quickly runs over to his closet, opens it up and take out a very hard looking golf club. He looks over at Little C with a maniacal glint in his eyes as he slowly approaches him. Little C begins to put up his hands in defense while slowly backing up.

Little C- " Ahh now now let's talk about this shall we? " Why why why did I come back? For that matter why am I the conscience of such a person, this won't end well. It's time for you to reform and stop terrorizing those innocent's. " There, I said it... Now what are the odds he'll listen..

*Cue Cheezy Music*
Whatever happened to the bad typing?

Will people find this funny?
Will this be flamed into the ninth level of hell?
Will Lunarian listen to his conscience, and give up his hobby of terror, giving a happy fuzzy ending (Yeah Right)?
Yea find out nxt time.