In a message dated 3/18/2002 12:25:56 PM US Mountain Standard Time,
sommer@3rdm.net writes:
More madness from you I see
But, of course!
> Oh no?!
> Oh, YES!!!
> Oh dear...
And that pretty much sums up my feelings from seeing you post something
new.
>From shock to outrage to elation to fear, then on to settle in the vast, deep
valleys of depression? ^_^
> So, I'll just do what I always have: make something up and hope
> nobody notices how completely, glaringly WRONG it all is. Either
> that or take whatever suggestions and corrections others have to
> offer. Besides, if no one knows it's wrong, it ain't wrong!!! ^_^
Your stuff is offbeat humor enough that any abuses you level on the source
material will probably be forgiven. :)
I certainly hope so. Otherwise, people'll have a fit when I decide to nuke
Daanburite/Adonis/Ace. I mean, he was one of the better villains of the
series,
IIRC. ^_^
There'll be massive spoilers along the way, inconsistencies, and the fact that
a lot of the Sailor V action took place in Japan and China, and here I am
moving
it lock, stock, and barrel over to Jollie Olde Aenglande.
And I'll be doing occasional crossovers and horrifically embarrassing the
popular
series that theoretically take place in Britain as well. None will be able to
stand
against the sugar-rush! ^_-
I've got bids for the Harry Potter cast; assaulting Hogwarts and such. I'll
need
about seven more ideas for locales to get taken over by the Dark Agency and
that dude from The Horrid Chaos Dimension From Whence There Is No Return.
I want a total of eight subvillains to take out. Monsters of the episode, so
to
speak. If we're gonna do a series, then, by Arby's mouldy greenback, let's do
it
right!
Once we have the 'core' down, we can get a bit more involved, but I want to
keep
each part under 30k for now. (I've got about four other series to worry about,
plus RL, etc. ^_-)
Following suggestions in mind:
Harry Potter
Hellblazer
Any others?
> Well, typical for a smoggy day in the nineteenth century where
> the coal smoke gave all the visitors a lovely case of highly
> malignant lung cancer in less than one hour flat.
Yeah. It was for the best. Everyone knew that clean air would kill you. :)
Sort of reminds me of that Mole character from the Disney Atlantis thing. ^_^
> This particular English prank, thus initiated in the Year of
> Our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Some, involved blotting out the sun,
> sending a horde of rather unpleasant beasties of the undead variety
> to torment the populace amidst a thick, foul-smelling black fog.
Londonite: (to an undead) I say, old chap. Are you from Poland? You rather
look like it. Do you have any sausages by chance? Local stuff is just plain
bland, I tell you.
Hmmm.........
This particular English prank, thus initiated in the Year of
Our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Some, involved blotting out the sun,
sending a horde of rather unpleasant beasties of the undead variety
to torment the populace amidst a thick, foul-smelling black fog.
A jolly, olde, bespectacled Londonite squinted in the dim
light and whispered to one of the daemonic creatures, "I say, old
chap. Are you from Poland?" He prodded it in the chest with his cane.
"You rather look like it. Do you have any sausages by chance?" He
laughed in a jovial manner. "Local stuff is just plain bland, I tell
you..."
The zombie merely shot the friendly man a broken-toothed,
wild-eyed grin, then dove on top of him and started visciously
gnawing at his brain.
"My good man? Er, my good man, would you mind removing your
teeth from my forehead? My good man!"
All the while, a gigantic, pulsating, floating, organic
platform rained down green balls of firey destruction upon the
English city.
^_^
> In a flash of light, an
a
Oops!
>tan-skinned, orange-haired girl
> appeared atop a tall building. She had on a cutesy pink, blue,
> white, and red sailor suit with bows and ribbons. On her shoulders
> were small, circular emblems with the colours from the flags of
> France, the fashion capital of the world.
Yeah, right. Like the French can save anyone. They can't even save
themselves. :)
But they can certainly design up a storm, you have to admit... (:
> Before even bothering to scout out her position, the girl
> instantly went through a series of overdone, vertebrae-popping,
> super-contorted posing and gestures, all the while exclaiming, "I am
> the Cute and Fluffy Formerly Oneshot Warrior for Love and Justice,
> Sailor Stylin'! I fight for Beauty and Fashion! None of you Evil,
> EVIL, Nasty monsters are even CLOSE to being up to date in the
> Wonderful, Wyld World of Fashion Design! On behalf of Models
> Everywhere, I will-GWAAAAH!!!"
Why, it's a female version of Zoolander. :)
Another series I need to research! ^_^
> Or, it would have allowed her a soft landing had a razor-
> winged vampire not screeched in her path, cutting the ribbon. The
> gaunt, pale-skinned creature bared its fangs and swooped downward to
> catch her and flew upwards, hissing in triumph.
Heh. She's not having a good day.
Being tussled about's good fer yah! Gives ya character. ^_^
> "Shhh," Mina said, putting a finger to her lips before letting
> go of Stylin' and allowing her to stand. "Call me Sailor V right
> now," she added peering at the girl who was exactly her height and
> build, "and where's your mask?"
>
> "Oh, come on," Stylin' sighed, "masks are _so_ last week!"
'Sides, it works for the Sailor Scouts.
True!
Hmm...
For plot "solidity," I couldn't see fit to mention them right now, but...
there's
always later. ^_^
> Stylin' mimicked her friend's action by slamming a gloved fist
> into her other hand and shook her head. "I'm not backing out. V's my
> friend, and if there's one thing my daddy taught me, it's
> perseverance."
Stylin': And that it's better to look good, than feel good.
Now THAT line I can put in.
Stylin' shook her head. "No, it's never bad. Daddy always says
that the tougher things look, the more fun they are to blow up
later. And," she tossed her long hair back with a flick of her wrist,
"that it's better to look good, than feel good."
> Artemis's eyes lit up. He hopped up to a flowerbox on the wall,
> and from there, leapt into the room where S and V were standing. "I
> just remembered something I have that might help."
>
> The cat made a flip in the air.
And turned into a space ship. It turned out he had absorbed a Ryo-Oh-Ki on
the way.
^_^ Reminds me of a Monty Python scene where the monkey threw the bone
into the air and it turned into a space ship... THEN fell down and flattened
'em.
> "Things are getting worse," Artemis said, glancing down the
> street. A team of zombies with football equipment and numbers on
> their shirts was going for a home run
Should be touchdown, unless you're mixing metaphors. Rather like Mina, that
way. :)
Hmm... Funny how these things work out, isn't it? It was actually a sort of
Freudian slip, but now I don't have to admit to anything. ^_-
> Downtown London was a mess.
The Picadilly(sp?) Circus had really turned into a circus.
That's a good descriptive sentence...
Downtown London was a mess.
Apart from the litter and the architecture that had fallen
into disrepair, huge, gaping holes had been blasted into the old
and famous landmarks. Vampires, zombies, and other assorted
creatures rampaged their way through the broken-down buildings while
the strange, living platform hovered above it all, continuing to
wreak havoc with each passing minute.
As it stood, Big Ben was in shambles, the Thames was full of
the floating, squirming bodies of zombies, and the Piccadilly Circus
had REALLY been turned into a circus.
> Then she recalled the garish outfits that the monsters had
> been wearing and realized that whatever she did, it could only be
> an improvement.
Time to lay down the law in the name of the fashion police.
Hmm...
"Hmph!" Stylin' huffed, and began to run past the creatures
that surrounded her. When she sensed a monster's approach, she
instinctively cut with her new blade in an arc that she tried not
to think would cause maximum damage to her attackers. After all,
fashion design was her preferred venue, not destruction.
Then she recalled the garish outfits that the monsters had
been wearing and realized that whatever she did, it could only be
an improvement. "Yeah!" she congratulated herself silently. "Time
to lay down the law, in the name of the Fashion Police!" She went
through several poses as she swung her sword.
When the howls and screeches cut the air, she knew she had
scored several direct hits. "Haaaa!" she cried and doubled back.
Slashing low, she sliced out the knees of their jeans before
continuing on toward her destination.
> Before it left, Stylin' slashed a stylized 'S' into the back of
> its shirt. "Let that be a lesson to you!" She struck a victory pose.
> "Sailor S says: Eat right and dress tight!" She covered her mouth and
> repressed a giggle. "I LOVE rhyming!"
She's so superficial, I like her. :)
Can't blame a girl for her taste in words. ^_^
> Sailor Stylin' froze when she felt the temperature drop
> several degrees. She turned around to see the center of the UFO
> glow a deep shade of red. A pillar of darkness descended from
> above and gradually coalesced into a very large and frightening
> shape.
Ahhhh! Not John Edwards. I wouldn't let him cross over the street with me,
let alone to the other side.
Mwa-ha-ha-haaaaa! ^_^
> Standing at least three and a half meters tall, with huge,
> muscular arms, sharp claws, and big teeth,
You forgot his shiney forehead. :)
Hmm... Sure! Why not? ^_^
Standing at least three and a half meters tall, with huge,
muscular arms, sharp claws, a shining forehead, and big teeth, was
a lizard-like titan. Though its appendages were huge and looked very
dangerous, perhaps its most frightening feature was its yellow,
glowing, slitted eyes. Scales covered every inch of its thick, black
hide.
> "Yah!" Sailor S brought up her sword in an effort to slash
> into the beast, but it moved much faster than she,
'her', I think
I think it's okay like that. Just a slightly different play of words. Poetic
and such. ^_^
Here's a post-last addition:
Stylin' was at once freed from the creature's grasp. The large,
displaced appendage fell off of her into a puddle of evaporating
black goo.
Sailor V rushed out of the fog and placed herself between the
beast and her friend. "I am Sailor V!" she announced. "And you're
SCONES!"
"Toast," S corrected weakly.
V shrugged, held up her compact and pointed it at Nausteemaun.
"Crescent Beam..."
> Its image blurring, the beast leapt up into the red, glowing
> section of the UFO, barely avoiding the beam and disappearing
> instantly into the unidentified craft.
Of course, summarily dispatching him would be too easy. :)
Gotta save a semi-competent villain for the last battles, don'tchaknow. ^_^
> (Scene of Artemis making the Crystal Wink Sword appear)
>
> "Lots of your friends'll be willing to help you accessorize..."
This is so, so SMish. I approve.
I'm experimenting; trying to find the limits on how sugary I can write before
I fall on the floor, twitching uncontrollably. ^_^
> Does anybody want this one to continue, along with everything
> else I've got going?
Not sure. It's still in a formative stage. I'll reserve judgment at the
moment.
That's fair, I suppose.
> If so, how do you want it to develop?
Heh. Best to do it however it comes to you.
Just getting an idea of what most people want. ^_^
Cute work. I'll get to the other chapter later.
NOW I agree. This WAS cute work. Any cuter and we'd have to email it
to Abudabi. ^_^
Thanks for the input! There's always something useful to draw upon!
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