Gojyo: I swear, you're trying to break people.
Nahhh. BUT! In honor of the TENTH CHAPTER OF THIS MASSIVE PWPWPW -
Goku: What's that mean?
Sanzo: It means shit on a stick.
AHEM! IN HONOR OF THE TENTH CHAPTER, WE PRESENT:
"A Ceremony Congratulating The Readers Who Have Made It This Far"
A stack of books sits on a coffee table in the middle of a large box of a room. The table is a light brown, the walls blinding white.
"I'm blinded!" Screams Lilin.
Both Sanzo's and Kougaiji's parties are present. They stand around, looking bored. Goku considers picking his nose, but decides against it, instead settles for kicking the table.
Sanzo walks forward, opens the topmost book from the stack, and flips through it, with growing disgust. The book holds the printed version of this very fna-ficshun, up to the tenth chapter. In large print. With scribbles of colored pens claiming to be illustrations.
The inside book cover, covered in big writing and swirly-colored ink, reads:
"Dedicated to those people who might just want a massive braindump every once in a while. Many apologies to those who might have been offended by this; truly, I meant only that we laugh. Thanks again for reading, and hopefully you'll keep reading!"
He places the book back on top of the stack, and sweeps his arm out to the side, brandishing his lighter grandly. And, with a slow, deliberate motion, he sets the top book on fire.
Burrrnnnnn…
"Congratulations," He says, and everyone else applauds politely.
"Kyuu," adds Hakkai, and the people rejoice.
BUT IT'S NOT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!
Yes, it is.
[notes: I figured I might as well put in a little note here to keep in check with reality for a bit. And repeat once more that there was never any real plot to begin with whenever I started, and there really isn't any plot right now. Everything here is fueled by hyperactivity, sleepiness, and random stupid images of everyone doing things that would maybe one day make it into a serious fanfic, but not with my memory and time. In fact, a lot of the chapters started with a small image, and while I was writing it up, attracted other random statements that just seem to come out of nowhere. Thus, the claim to being a massive braindump is true. And, really, this is probably the only way I'd ever continue a multiparter for this long - if it had even remotely a plot, I'd probably break down and cry after the first chapter. ::points toward older multiparter fics:: I've no knack for that.
In any case, seriously, thanks for reading and reviewing on this, even if I don't seem to know what's going on (and that's bad if even the author is lost). I really do enjoy writing this (and definitely reading the reviews - it means that other people find it funny, too), because it lets me get out all the rabid fangirlishness that I try to avoid when writing angsty and romantic stories and what-not (Romance?! What's that?). I mean, it wouldn't do to have Hakkai really drinking all the coffee in the world, would it?]
Nahhh. BUT! In honor of the TENTH CHAPTER OF THIS MASSIVE PWPWPW -
Goku: What's that mean?
Sanzo: It means shit on a stick.
AHEM! IN HONOR OF THE TENTH CHAPTER, WE PRESENT:
"A Ceremony Congratulating The Readers Who Have Made It This Far"
A stack of books sits on a coffee table in the middle of a large box of a room. The table is a light brown, the walls blinding white.
"I'm blinded!" Screams Lilin.
Both Sanzo's and Kougaiji's parties are present. They stand around, looking bored. Goku considers picking his nose, but decides against it, instead settles for kicking the table.
Sanzo walks forward, opens the topmost book from the stack, and flips through it, with growing disgust. The book holds the printed version of this very fna-ficshun, up to the tenth chapter. In large print. With scribbles of colored pens claiming to be illustrations.
The inside book cover, covered in big writing and swirly-colored ink, reads:
"Dedicated to those people who might just want a massive braindump every once in a while. Many apologies to those who might have been offended by this; truly, I meant only that we laugh. Thanks again for reading, and hopefully you'll keep reading!"
He places the book back on top of the stack, and sweeps his arm out to the side, brandishing his lighter grandly. And, with a slow, deliberate motion, he sets the top book on fire.
Burrrnnnnn…
"Congratulations," He says, and everyone else applauds politely.
"Kyuu," adds Hakkai, and the people rejoice.
BUT IT'S NOT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!
Yes, it is.
[notes: I figured I might as well put in a little note here to keep in check with reality for a bit. And repeat once more that there was never any real plot to begin with whenever I started, and there really isn't any plot right now. Everything here is fueled by hyperactivity, sleepiness, and random stupid images of everyone doing things that would maybe one day make it into a serious fanfic, but not with my memory and time. In fact, a lot of the chapters started with a small image, and while I was writing it up, attracted other random statements that just seem to come out of nowhere. Thus, the claim to being a massive braindump is true. And, really, this is probably the only way I'd ever continue a multiparter for this long - if it had even remotely a plot, I'd probably break down and cry after the first chapter. ::points toward older multiparter fics:: I've no knack for that.
In any case, seriously, thanks for reading and reviewing on this, even if I don't seem to know what's going on (and that's bad if even the author is lost). I really do enjoy writing this (and definitely reading the reviews - it means that other people find it funny, too), because it lets me get out all the rabid fangirlishness that I try to avoid when writing angsty and romantic stories and what-not (Romance?! What's that?). I mean, it wouldn't do to have Hakkai really drinking all the coffee in the world, would it?]