So, Daughter of the Evening went to her new, totally "ORIGINAL" story and checked the reviews. Four had arrived. And only two noticed.
"Oh, for Christs sake." Evening smacked her forehead and began to head desk. "I think everyone missed my point."
After her head had started hurting and a little blood oozed from a cut, she finally, slowly turned to the people reading this. "Guys..." Her eyes got big and murderous. "This is complete, utter copyright. Wanna know why I did it? Okay, recently I read a Shugo Chara fan fiction, right? Okay, so I did. Know what this "Wonderful" author did? Took Harry Potters Artemis Fowl, replaced a few names, and automatically got A MILLION reviews telling her what a great author she was. I just wanted to slap her."
Evening turned away momentarily, choking on a sob. "And only two of you realized? WHAT DO YOU READ? IF YOU HAVEN'T READ MAXIMUM RIDE, GO NOW!"
She sighed and hit her head on the computer screen. "I'm disappointed in the bible community. Very much so. Trust me, still doing a Lucifer story, but I need time for ideas. Like hell I want to rip off a great story like Maximum Ride. And no, I don't know anything about it yet. But that's besides the point. Guys, get smart. See someone copyrighting? FLAME YOUR HEART OUT. DO IT. DON'T SPARE THE DETAILS!" Evening screamed at the top of her lungs, her face red with frustration.
"Okay. That's- that's enough. I can say nothing more. I'm just sad. Okay? I can't believe I forced Lucifer to be Max. That's a girls roll. Why? Why?" Evening took five calming breaths. "Okay... okay... anyway, just – jusrt be careful out there. Plagiarism is BAD. Matter of fact, Maximum Ride belongs to Jame Patterson. Just making sure. Okay? Peace."
CONGRATULATIONS TO DOWNWITHHEARTLESS AND ANONYMOUS MAXIMUM RIDE. GO, AND PROSPER!