Hello Everybody,
My sister is an Aerith basher who keeps complaining that Aerith is brainless (which she is not, of course!) After hearing her anti - Aerith tirade for so long, I decided to keep her quiet and write a short little humour fic about Aerith. She then added a few lines to make things a wee bit funnier.
She posted it up for a few hours, before taking it down (she decided that her account was to be used only for serious fanfiction of quality). However, this fic was far too brainless not to stay off fanfiction.net for too long.
Therefore, if you love Aerith, I implore you, do not go any further. If you like Sephy, there's a little surprise at the end. Teehee!
To my reviewers:
I'm really, really sorry to keep you all waiting for so very long. My college exams are killing me. Every ounce of brain power and creativity I have is going towards memorising key rules, definitional sub - rules, canons of construction etc. I am in other words, studying for exams, i.e. I am currently brainless.
The next chapter of my main fic is half done or so, and my sis has pressured me into releasing one half of it first, but I still have my work cut out for it, because my current draft as it stands is as interesting as the telephone directory.
Remember...
I'll come back when it's all over!!!
Michael
(Here starts our joint effort --- with some further revisions on my part!)
Dear Reader,
I have to confess that I am not an Aerith fan. If you are, I would suggest leaving this page now. Having said that, I have not set out to offend, or to slime her in any way - but if you are happy to suffer a little gentle (and brainless) leg-pulling, do read on. If you wish to read a good, long serious Aerith piece written by a devoted Aerith fan, hop over to Michael Gast's "OF A PURE HEART, A FALLEN KNIGHT AND THE ONE – WINGED ANGELS" which is also on fanfiction.net.
Thanks to the wonderful diaries of Adrian Mole and his brilliant creator, my inspiration.
Aerith of course belongs to her copyright owners and inventors (whoever they are), and not to me.
Happy reading! (Or shall I say, happy flaming!)
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THE DIARY OF AERITH GAINSBOROUGH, FLOWER GIRL OF MIDGAR, aged 22 and 1/7 years.
A diary of pink leather embellished rather tastelessly with red ribbons. The reader finds that the fly-leaf and pages are pink; and inside, a round, childish scrawl in red ink, punctuated by flowers and stick-people.
Day 1:
Eeeheeheeheee!
Day 2:
Eeeheeheheehee! Eeeeeheeeeheehee!
Day 3:
Ahahahahahahahaa! Eeeeheeeheeheehee!
Day 4:
Eeehheehee! Eeeeheeehee! Eeeeeheeheee!
Day 5:
Oooohooohoo! Oooohaaahhhaaahaa!
Day 40:
Eeeheeehee! Hahahahaahaaaha! Eeeheeeheeheee! Eeeeha!
Day 41:
Oohaaahaahahaa! Eeheeheehee! Oooheheeehe! Eeeeheeheeeheee!
Day 241:
Eheheeee! Eeeeheee! Eeeheee! Heeba!
Year 2, Day 151:
Eeeheeee! Aaaahhaaaaahaaa! Eeeheeee! Teeheeeeheheee!
Year 8, Day 11:
Eeeeheee! Ahaahaahaaha! Eeeeheeeheeeeheee! Ooohoohoohoohoo!
Year 13, Day 288:
Eeeeheeeheeeheee! Oooohooohoohoo! Teeheeheheeehee! Aaahahahaa! Eeeeha!
Year 20, Day 319:
Eeeeheeeeh! Eeeheeheee! Eeeeheheee! Eeehahahaaahaaa!
Year 22, Day 43 (Last Entry):
Eeeeheeheee! Eeeeheeheheeehee! Eeeeheeeheee! Eeeheeeheehee! Eeeeheeheehee (SPLAT!)
A different hand appears on the blood-spattered page, a man's uneven scribble in black, scouring deeply into the pink flower-scented paper.
Mwahahahahahahahahahaha!
~ FINIS ~
My sister is an Aerith basher who keeps complaining that Aerith is brainless (which she is not, of course!) After hearing her anti - Aerith tirade for so long, I decided to keep her quiet and write a short little humour fic about Aerith. She then added a few lines to make things a wee bit funnier.
She posted it up for a few hours, before taking it down (she decided that her account was to be used only for serious fanfiction of quality). However, this fic was far too brainless not to stay off fanfiction.net for too long.
Therefore, if you love Aerith, I implore you, do not go any further. If you like Sephy, there's a little surprise at the end. Teehee!
To my reviewers:
I'm really, really sorry to keep you all waiting for so very long. My college exams are killing me. Every ounce of brain power and creativity I have is going towards memorising key rules, definitional sub - rules, canons of construction etc. I am in other words, studying for exams, i.e. I am currently brainless.
The next chapter of my main fic is half done or so, and my sis has pressured me into releasing one half of it first, but I still have my work cut out for it, because my current draft as it stands is as interesting as the telephone directory.
Remember...
I'll come back when it's all over!!!
Michael
(Here starts our joint effort --- with some further revisions on my part!)
Dear Reader,
I have to confess that I am not an Aerith fan. If you are, I would suggest leaving this page now. Having said that, I have not set out to offend, or to slime her in any way - but if you are happy to suffer a little gentle (and brainless) leg-pulling, do read on. If you wish to read a good, long serious Aerith piece written by a devoted Aerith fan, hop over to Michael Gast's "OF A PURE HEART, A FALLEN KNIGHT AND THE ONE – WINGED ANGELS" which is also on fanfiction.net.
Thanks to the wonderful diaries of Adrian Mole and his brilliant creator, my inspiration.
Aerith of course belongs to her copyright owners and inventors (whoever they are), and not to me.
Happy reading! (Or shall I say, happy flaming!)
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE DIARY OF AERITH GAINSBOROUGH, FLOWER GIRL OF MIDGAR, aged 22 and 1/7 years.
A diary of pink leather embellished rather tastelessly with red ribbons. The reader finds that the fly-leaf and pages are pink; and inside, a round, childish scrawl in red ink, punctuated by flowers and stick-people.
Day 1:
Eeeheeheeheee!
Day 2:
Eeeheeheheehee! Eeeeeheeeeheehee!
Day 3:
Ahahahahahahahaa! Eeeeheeeheeheehee!
Day 4:
Eeehheehee! Eeeeheeehee! Eeeeeheeheee!
Day 5:
Oooohooohoo! Oooohaaahhhaaahaa!
Day 40:
Eeeheeehee! Hahahahaahaaaha! Eeeheeeheeheee! Eeeeha!
Day 41:
Oohaaahaahahaa! Eeheeheehee! Oooheheeehe! Eeeeheeheeeheee!
Day 241:
Eheheeee! Eeeeheee! Eeeheee! Heeba!
Year 2, Day 151:
Eeeheeee! Aaaahhaaaaahaaa! Eeeheeee! Teeheeeeheheee!
Year 8, Day 11:
Eeeeheee! Ahaahaahaaha! Eeeeheeeheeeeheee! Ooohoohoohoohoo!
Year 13, Day 288:
Eeeeheeeheeeheee! Oooohooohoohoo! Teeheeheheeehee! Aaahahahaa! Eeeeha!
Year 20, Day 319:
Eeeeheeeeh! Eeeheeheee! Eeeeheheee! Eeehahahaaahaaa!
Year 22, Day 43 (Last Entry):
Eeeeheeheee! Eeeeheeheheeehee! Eeeeheeeheee! Eeeheeeheehee! Eeeeheeheehee (SPLAT!)
A different hand appears on the blood-spattered page, a man's uneven scribble in black, scouring deeply into the pink flower-scented paper.
Mwahahahahahahahahahaha!
~ FINIS ~
