Disclaimer: Okay, you should know by now that I do not own anything. I
don't even own my Playstation, my most prized possesion. I certainly don't
own Trigun.
A lone gunman, walking through the desert. Red leather trench coat, tall spikey blonde hair, John Lennon-esque sunglasses. Vash the Stampede trudged through the sandy wastes of the planet Gunsmoke. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts, he didn't notice the plot hole until he walked into it. As he fell, he screamed (in French, of course) for his mommy.
Kristen was bored. So bored, in fact, that she was actually falling asleep. As the Geography teacher droned on about Africa's Sahara desert, she found her mind wandering. "Africa. . ." She thought. "Africa means desert. Desert means Sahara. Big desert means Gunsmoke." She sighed loudly, getting a sharp look from the teacher. "Miss Fricke," he growled, "You are NOT in here to take naps!" The bell rang. Before dismissing them, the teacher informed them of their homework assignments. "Write a five-paragraph essay on how desertification effects North Africa! Due tomorrow!" he barked. Kristen and most of the rest of the class groaned. As she left the room, Kristen noticed a commotion at the other end of the hall. Curious, she walked quickly to the crowd of onlookers. Was that a flash of red trenchcoat she had seen? No, it couldn't be. Vash the Stampede was just an anime character.
Vash struggled against the surge of teenagers. As he was being bumped about, he noticed an oddly familiar coat pushing out from beneath a locker door. Unfortunately, at that moment somebody noticed his cybernetic right arm. "Whoa, dude! What is that thing?" Vash turned to face a teenage girl wearing huge black pants and a KoRn shirt. He glanced around. Other people were starting to notice him now. They were forming a circle to prevent him from escaping while they gawked at his odd appearance. At that moment, a girl dressed in a black V-neck t-shirt and faded blue jeans jogged up. When she saw the blonde gunman, she gasped. "Vash the Stampede!" Kristen yelled. Vash blinked. "How do you know me? Where am I?" The girl was quick to reply. "You're a character in my favorite anime, Trigun!" As she said this, she thought "I'm talking to Vash. I must really be losing it." The girl in the KoRn shirt answered his second question. "North Branch Junior High School," she said. "I'm Kayla, this is Kristen, and you. . . are not supposed to be here." Kristen blinked, coming back to reality. "Vash. . . I can fix this!" she muttered. "I'm the author, which means that I am omnipotent." Vash looked at her oddly. "Huh? You're what?" he queried. Kristen grinned. "Omnipotent! This is my story, and with my powers of Author. . .dum. . .ness, I can do anything!" Vash's eyes got big, and he sparkled. "So you can get me home?"
"Of course I can! I'm the author!"
"Yay!" Vash hugged the teenage girl.
"Yay!" Kristen hugged him back.
"Huh?!" Kayla stared at the gunman and the sugar-hyped girl. "Whatever. I'm going to be late for class."
Epilogue
Vash went home via plot hole, landing head first in the sand. Kayla wasn't late for class, for those of you who hate cliffhangers. Kristen proceeded to lunch, after which she had a very normal, boring day. The next day, however, her hand hurt badly from writing and typing this odd and pointless story.
OWARI
So, what did ya think? Love it? Hate it? Don't really care? Anyway, er, this was written as an assignment for English class in two hours (probably the fastest I've ever written a story) so I don't think it's the greatest. But I don't really think anything I post is good. So it all turns out in the end. shrugs Now, if you don't review, Guido shall eat your brains and then force you to review anyway. - Good bunny.
A lone gunman, walking through the desert. Red leather trench coat, tall spikey blonde hair, John Lennon-esque sunglasses. Vash the Stampede trudged through the sandy wastes of the planet Gunsmoke. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts, he didn't notice the plot hole until he walked into it. As he fell, he screamed (in French, of course) for his mommy.
Kristen was bored. So bored, in fact, that she was actually falling asleep. As the Geography teacher droned on about Africa's Sahara desert, she found her mind wandering. "Africa. . ." She thought. "Africa means desert. Desert means Sahara. Big desert means Gunsmoke." She sighed loudly, getting a sharp look from the teacher. "Miss Fricke," he growled, "You are NOT in here to take naps!" The bell rang. Before dismissing them, the teacher informed them of their homework assignments. "Write a five-paragraph essay on how desertification effects North Africa! Due tomorrow!" he barked. Kristen and most of the rest of the class groaned. As she left the room, Kristen noticed a commotion at the other end of the hall. Curious, she walked quickly to the crowd of onlookers. Was that a flash of red trenchcoat she had seen? No, it couldn't be. Vash the Stampede was just an anime character.
Vash struggled against the surge of teenagers. As he was being bumped about, he noticed an oddly familiar coat pushing out from beneath a locker door. Unfortunately, at that moment somebody noticed his cybernetic right arm. "Whoa, dude! What is that thing?" Vash turned to face a teenage girl wearing huge black pants and a KoRn shirt. He glanced around. Other people were starting to notice him now. They were forming a circle to prevent him from escaping while they gawked at his odd appearance. At that moment, a girl dressed in a black V-neck t-shirt and faded blue jeans jogged up. When she saw the blonde gunman, she gasped. "Vash the Stampede!" Kristen yelled. Vash blinked. "How do you know me? Where am I?" The girl was quick to reply. "You're a character in my favorite anime, Trigun!" As she said this, she thought "I'm talking to Vash. I must really be losing it." The girl in the KoRn shirt answered his second question. "North Branch Junior High School," she said. "I'm Kayla, this is Kristen, and you. . . are not supposed to be here." Kristen blinked, coming back to reality. "Vash. . . I can fix this!" she muttered. "I'm the author, which means that I am omnipotent." Vash looked at her oddly. "Huh? You're what?" he queried. Kristen grinned. "Omnipotent! This is my story, and with my powers of Author. . .dum. . .ness, I can do anything!" Vash's eyes got big, and he sparkled. "So you can get me home?"
"Of course I can! I'm the author!"
"Yay!" Vash hugged the teenage girl.
"Yay!" Kristen hugged him back.
"Huh?!" Kayla stared at the gunman and the sugar-hyped girl. "Whatever. I'm going to be late for class."
Epilogue
Vash went home via plot hole, landing head first in the sand. Kayla wasn't late for class, for those of you who hate cliffhangers. Kristen proceeded to lunch, after which she had a very normal, boring day. The next day, however, her hand hurt badly from writing and typing this odd and pointless story.
OWARI
So, what did ya think? Love it? Hate it? Don't really care? Anyway, er, this was written as an assignment for English class in two hours (probably the fastest I've ever written a story) so I don't think it's the greatest. But I don't really think anything I post is good. So it all turns out in the end. shrugs Now, if you don't review, Guido shall eat your brains and then force you to review anyway. - Good bunny.