Another update, just strange stuff I came up with once upon a time, (7 years ago in this case, eep). R+R even if you hate it.

How NOT to Write a Supermarionation Fic

Why this author hates writing by committee. A short(ish) piece of inspired lunacy, which I wrote after a late night conversation with Stephen!

Bold type author interjection

Okay, let's start
Gordon: I hope we all get decent sized parts this time.
Your point is taken. I promise, everyone will have something to do.
Alan: Yeah, well all your fics tend to be better for the women than us guys.
I haven't had any complaints. Yet.
Troy: But when did you last finish a long piece?
Erm.
Troy: My point is proved.
You're just sulking because I have never written a fic that includes you getting off with anyone.
Atlanta: The girl has a point Troy.
Thank you. Now to start. The rain poured down the windowpanes and dribbled through the gutters.
Scott: Let me guess it's set in England again right?
(Angrily and defensively) Well yeah, at first.
Virgil: Why the angry and defensive tone?
Because he's accusing me of being England fixated.
Scott: Actually I'm not, but you are rain fixated. After all, five of your six Buffy fics have it raining. And they take place in California.
Okay then, The hot Spanish sun rose high over the mountain reaches.
Scott: I thought that was how you started that Dr Who novel.
Shut up!
Captain Black: Do the Mysterons get to take over the world?
NO!
Captain Black: Why not?
Because a rule of good fiction is that the good guys always win.
The Hood: But how boring does that make it?
Troy: Come on no one is likely to actually read this rubbish anyway.
(Sarcastically) Thank you, now if the author bashing session is quite finished perhaps we can get on with the task in hand.
Captain Scarlet: Ooooh someone's moody.
Alan: Will there be humorous parts for all the female characters, which include them, removing items of clothing?
NO!
All the boys: Awww.
I'll have you know that I've studied the classics.
Gordon: So have we. Most of us know the classics backwards.
Alan: Yeah Eht Scissalc.
(Blank looks from around the table)
Alan: The classics backwards.
(Dryly) That joke was first broadcast on the light program in November 1944.
(More blank looks)
Never mind.
Virgil: Oh ha ha.
Captain Blue: Well that's the standard of humour she produces after exams.
Crystal Winces Please, can we get off topic?
Scott: Oooh Neuroses.
Yes exactly. I really DO NOT want to talk about that!
Captain Black: Why Not?
(Takes deep breath) Well...
Captain Scarlet: Seriously, Don't get her started!
The Hood: Yeah, she'll never stop.
Thank you both for the vote of confidence.
Alan: Anytime!
Anyway, does anyone have any good ideas on where this fic should go?
Captain Black: Yeah, The Mysterons take over the earth...
The Hood: Helped by me of course.
Captain Black: They then destroy Cloudbase, Marineville and Tracy Island, The End
No! Oh crumbs WHY do I bother?
Atlanta: Uh Oh, multiple question marks! She's getting stressed.
Wouldn't you?
Atlanta: Around these jokers? All the time.
I might as well give up and write ANOTHER comedy fic!
Virgil: Comedy?
Scott: You're a hopeless comedy writer!
RIGHT THAT'S YOU TWO OUT FOR A START!
Scott: Suits me!
Oh I give up! I'll write this fic without any help from you lot. (Storms out muttering about "bunch of mindless jerks")
Alan: Charming!
Gordon: She'll be back! Anyone for Poker?