Well, thanks for all of your reviews. I appreciate it all. I'm also glad
that Frank Dullahan was such a hit. I mean, hit as in "Most evil violation
of canon my distorted mind could think up." It's a pretty hard act to top.
Naturally, I have to now. Ah well.
A few changes. The actual story will be enclosed in {} brackets, to make it easier to tell it apart from the PPC parts.
Protectors of the Plot Continuum: GS division.
Rob leaned back and sighed. Life was good. Adrian had finally found his niche here at the GS division, and had given up his old habits of being a subversive little [expletive deleted]. OFUW had been doing its job very well. Many fangirls had been carted off to the aptly named learning through pain program. Life was good. Well, as good as it got when you were stuck in a dead end job with a flower as a boss and where employees had the lowest survival rate since loyalists during the Reign of Terror back in France.
Of course, the natural laws of irony are strictly enforced around here, so now it's time for the [BEEEEEEEEEP] [BEEEEEEEEEP] [BEEEEEEEEEP] [BEEEEEEEEEP] [BEEEEEEEEEP] [BEEEEEEEEEP]
Adrian smacked the "off" button. The beeping stopped. He sat up in his chair and looked at the screen on the console. "I think Churchill put it best," Adrian said, "Shit."
Rob rolled his eyes, "You want me to believe that Winston Churchill ever said 'shit'?"
"Well, he probably said it at some point in his life." Adrian retorted.
"Wait. Why are you talking to me about the cursing habits of Winston Churchill? What about the mission?" Rob asked.
"It's bad." Adrian said.
"It always is." Rob remarked, "It always is."
The mission was, indeed, bad. Some moron, had as usual, screwed everything up. And, as usual, the PPC were left to straighten it out. Rob opened the portal, and two Proxians stepped into the land of Weyard.
"So, how bad is it?" Rob asked.
"Horrible," Adrian said, "Some moron decided to switch the good guys and the bad guys around."
"What's wrong with that? It's perfectly acceptable under the Alternate Universe code, section 4, paragraphs 23 and 24, Clauses 59 and 45." Rob said.
"It gets worse" Adrian continued, "The authors-"
"Wait," Rob interrupted, "Authors? As in plural?"
"Yeah" Adrian replied, "They're posting it under one username, but it was supposedly a collaborative effort. You'll see in a minute. There's one hell of an authors's note." As Adrian had predicted, the authors's note was coming.
HEY. THIS IS ISSACLUB5543, ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE, INCLUDING MANY OF MY FRIENDS AND JENN43. WE DECIDED TO DO THIS SUPERCOOL MARY-SUE FREE FIC
"Yeah right." Rob said.
FOLLOWING THE ORIGINAL GS STORYLINE. WE SWITCHED THE PEOPLE AROUND, SO THE PROXIANS WILL BE THE GOOD GUYS, AND ISAAC AND CO. WILL TRY TO STOP THEM. THERE ARE ALSO SOME NEW CHARACTERS HERE WHO NEED TO STOP ALL THIS AND SET THE UNIVERSE THE RIGHT WAY.
"Huh?" Adrian asked.
Rob looked at the words, "They're all Mary Sues. It appears that there is one for each of the main characters. The Proxians are free from this, luckily."
Adrian flinched, "Love interest?"
"Naturally." Rob replied.
"Even Garet?" Adrian asked, naming the least popular character for Mary Sues. He was like the GS version of Gimli: Cool, but no one's lust object.
"Even Garet." Adrian replied.
"We've got our work cut out for us then." Adrian said.
The agents approached Prox. This was where the story started. {Isaac lookd up at teh drk sky. I don't like this he said, I think somehting bad id happenng}
"Well, holy crap." Adrian said, "This is worse than I thought."
"Shut up and watch." Rob hissed. {wow u are butifl}
"I take it this is the sue?" Adrian asked.
"yup." Rob replied.
"Can we kill her now, or must we wait?" Adrian asked.
"We have to wait. She hasn't committed any major breach of canon yet." Rob replied.
{i lub U Issac said. U mean eveethin to mi}
"'mi'?" Rob asked, "does the author speak Spanish, or is she just trying to be cool by spelling phonetically?"
"Beats me." Adrian said.
{the groop road to vial. Their was Sturis and Manird. Thay sied U can't do this, we wil stop U}
At this point, the as-yet unnamed sue dropped dead. Later it was determined that she had died when all her blood vessels exploded simultaneously. PPC scientists later discovered that extreme hatred of a living being could cause blood vessels to pop. Hmm...
(A/N: This will be a multi-part fic. The other seven Mary Sues will be disposed of later, and with much creativity. Also, the author will probably begin writing better, because this grammar and spelling makes my head hurt.)
A few changes. The actual story will be enclosed in {} brackets, to make it easier to tell it apart from the PPC parts.
Protectors of the Plot Continuum: GS division.
Rob leaned back and sighed. Life was good. Adrian had finally found his niche here at the GS division, and had given up his old habits of being a subversive little [expletive deleted]. OFUW had been doing its job very well. Many fangirls had been carted off to the aptly named learning through pain program. Life was good. Well, as good as it got when you were stuck in a dead end job with a flower as a boss and where employees had the lowest survival rate since loyalists during the Reign of Terror back in France.
Of course, the natural laws of irony are strictly enforced around here, so now it's time for the [BEEEEEEEEEP] [BEEEEEEEEEP] [BEEEEEEEEEP] [BEEEEEEEEEP] [BEEEEEEEEEP] [BEEEEEEEEEP]
Adrian smacked the "off" button. The beeping stopped. He sat up in his chair and looked at the screen on the console. "I think Churchill put it best," Adrian said, "Shit."
Rob rolled his eyes, "You want me to believe that Winston Churchill ever said 'shit'?"
"Well, he probably said it at some point in his life." Adrian retorted.
"Wait. Why are you talking to me about the cursing habits of Winston Churchill? What about the mission?" Rob asked.
"It's bad." Adrian said.
"It always is." Rob remarked, "It always is."
The mission was, indeed, bad. Some moron, had as usual, screwed everything up. And, as usual, the PPC were left to straighten it out. Rob opened the portal, and two Proxians stepped into the land of Weyard.
"So, how bad is it?" Rob asked.
"Horrible," Adrian said, "Some moron decided to switch the good guys and the bad guys around."
"What's wrong with that? It's perfectly acceptable under the Alternate Universe code, section 4, paragraphs 23 and 24, Clauses 59 and 45." Rob said.
"It gets worse" Adrian continued, "The authors-"
"Wait," Rob interrupted, "Authors? As in plural?"
"Yeah" Adrian replied, "They're posting it under one username, but it was supposedly a collaborative effort. You'll see in a minute. There's one hell of an authors's note." As Adrian had predicted, the authors's note was coming.
HEY. THIS IS ISSACLUB5543, ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE, INCLUDING MANY OF MY FRIENDS AND JENN43. WE DECIDED TO DO THIS SUPERCOOL MARY-SUE FREE FIC
"Yeah right." Rob said.
FOLLOWING THE ORIGINAL GS STORYLINE. WE SWITCHED THE PEOPLE AROUND, SO THE PROXIANS WILL BE THE GOOD GUYS, AND ISAAC AND CO. WILL TRY TO STOP THEM. THERE ARE ALSO SOME NEW CHARACTERS HERE WHO NEED TO STOP ALL THIS AND SET THE UNIVERSE THE RIGHT WAY.
"Huh?" Adrian asked.
Rob looked at the words, "They're all Mary Sues. It appears that there is one for each of the main characters. The Proxians are free from this, luckily."
Adrian flinched, "Love interest?"
"Naturally." Rob replied.
"Even Garet?" Adrian asked, naming the least popular character for Mary Sues. He was like the GS version of Gimli: Cool, but no one's lust object.
"Even Garet." Adrian replied.
"We've got our work cut out for us then." Adrian said.
The agents approached Prox. This was where the story started. {Isaac lookd up at teh drk sky. I don't like this he said, I think somehting bad id happenng}
"Well, holy crap." Adrian said, "This is worse than I thought."
"Shut up and watch." Rob hissed. {wow u are butifl}
"I take it this is the sue?" Adrian asked.
"yup." Rob replied.
"Can we kill her now, or must we wait?" Adrian asked.
"We have to wait. She hasn't committed any major breach of canon yet." Rob replied.
{i lub U Issac said. U mean eveethin to mi}
"'mi'?" Rob asked, "does the author speak Spanish, or is she just trying to be cool by spelling phonetically?"
"Beats me." Adrian said.
{the groop road to vial. Their was Sturis and Manird. Thay sied U can't do this, we wil stop U}
At this point, the as-yet unnamed sue dropped dead. Later it was determined that she had died when all her blood vessels exploded simultaneously. PPC scientists later discovered that extreme hatred of a living being could cause blood vessels to pop. Hmm...
(A/N: This will be a multi-part fic. The other seven Mary Sues will be disposed of later, and with much creativity. Also, the author will probably begin writing better, because this grammar and spelling makes my head hurt.)