"Hmm."

Rosalind looked over at her colleague curiously. "That's unusual," she said, "by which I mean that it's perculiar, or even simply odd, that you, Agent Haar of the Department of Redundancy Department, should make any noise at all, particularly one which is interrogative, speculative, or otherwise thoughtful, such as the one which you did in fact just make."

Haar reverted to type, simply staring at Rosalind. Above his eye, a green light flickered blue for a moment, then settled on a shade of pink that was alarmingly close to urple.

Rosalind coughed. "So," she said, "might I ask or inquire as to what you were commenting on, or speculating on as it may be?"

Haar held her gaze, and a string of red lights down the side of his face came on in sequence. He held out a sheaf of paper, fresh from the printer. "This."

Rosalind took the papers and leafed through them (three times, naturally). "Ah, Agent Rina Dives of the Department of Mary-Sues, and her partner, Agent Randa Roan of the Department of Mary-Sues, have sent us several messages or communications from their current mission." She checked the notes a fourth time. "Yes, quite a few letters, emails, and informative communiques."

Haar, naturally, said nothing.

"Well, come along, Haar," Rosalind said, putting the papers firmly on the desk. "We are needed and required in an unaccustomed manner, one which we have seldom been asked to operate - we are, in point of fact, needed in the field."

Haar usually stared at her, but this time the stare seemed more incredulous than usual. An array of green lights on his forehead seemed to flicker out a hundred games of tic tac toe before he finally said, "... what?"

"With a case or mission as serious and over-the-top redundant as this, the one Agents Rina and Randa have sent us," Rosalind said, "there is the potential for possible redundancy-related catastrophe and disaster! Why, one time, on one mission one day, Agent Starwind Rohana found herself duplicated not once, not twice, but three times, so that there were four of her, all identical, and her partner, Agent Estelnar Celebduin, who works with her, was trapped and stuck in a thirty-second half-minute temporal time loop which kept replaying for thirty seconds! All of which," she concluded, "could have been avoided if Agents Starwind Rohana and Estelnar Celebduin had bothered and remembered to inform us, the Department of Redundancy Department, of the redundancy which plagued their mission and cause all the problems which I have explained to you."

Haar continued to stare at her. Then he pulled another sheet of paper out of the printer and handed it to Rosalind. "No."

"No? What is the meaning which you intend by-?" Rosalind read the sheet, which was a standard notification that Agents Rina and Randa had successfully killed their target and returned to HQ. "Oh. Well... oh."

hS

Being a latecomer to this whole world of fanfic, I had no idea how bad My Inner Life was. But seeing your mission, it's clear that even if you believed that fic was a transcript of an actual series of lucid dreams (thus forgiving the Sueishness and the OOC behavior), there's enough horrible writing that the DTE would be able to do something!
Also, allow me to second Huinesoron's comment that you've done well in ensuring that the mission didn't devolve into an MST.
I must admit, I did find the death-by-punctuation to be a bit anticlimactic, but it was nonetheless funny, as was the mission in general.
All in all, a pretty enjoyable mission.

But of course, it's not an SOH176 mission comment without the usual SPaG comments, so...

1) "Be good!" She called before closing the portal.
The "S" in "She" needs to be lowercase.

2) "Oh, Faore!"
That's a mini-Gohma. The goddess's name is Farore.

Nicely done. Very nicely done indeed. Made me laugh even though I know zilch about the LoZ canon.

I loved that. I'm not a fan of the Zelda games, but I read My Inner Life way back when and I thought it'd never get missioned simply due to how bad it was. You have missioned it, and in fine, fine style. I loved your agents in this even more than I usually do, and I really felt for Rina.

Of course the best thing to do after rationing Randa's Bleeprin would be to hurl them into something like 120 Days Of Blueblood or a similar piece of vileness. Indeed, I'd say it was the only thing to do! You could even test that cactus juice theory from a couple of threads ago if you wanted.

Seriously, though, give the girls some holiday time somewhere more pleasant. I hear the Howling is nice this time of year... =]

I have a lot of respect for you for doing this, I don't think I could I read a small part of this fic but I couldn't deal with the rest. By the way your missions are always hilarious but this one might be my favorite.

I enjoyed the mission, and what with this thing apparently being a badfic classic, I kinda want to see the famous bad parts addressed. ^^;

Also, did you know <a href="ppc.wikia.com/wiki/LJSilverblade">Link Jr. is an agent? I didn't, but I vaguely recalled knowing the name Jenna Silverblade from somewhere, so I searched it, and lo and behold, there he was. It gives me an idea... suppose Jenna didn't quite die under all that punctuation, and managed to revive and continue the story? I dunno if Rina and Randa could stand to go back, at least not on their own, but if you could somehow rope Agent Phobos into it, he would be very useful to have along. He knows Ocarina of Time and isn't bothered by M-rated things.

... Not that I'm telling you to actually do this, unless you want to. It might be a good story, but not if you simply want nothing more to do with the fic, and who could blame you? Anyway, I wouldn't want to do it the honor of devoting any more of our time to it than necessary.

Anyway, good work!

Meanwhile, in FicPsych...

"Ah, Link, you're awake! My name is Jen—"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH! NO! GET AWAY!"

"... Oh, shards. A little help in here!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"Immie? Nath? Anyone?"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"Fer cryin' out... where did I put that syringe...? Aha!"

"AAAaaah...."

"Whew. This might take longer than I thought."

---

~Neshomeh

I never expected anyone to actually take on My Inner Life. Nicely done.

A couple of things that jumped out at me:

1/ It didn't feel like an MST! ^_~ You had a load of punctuation-gathering scenes to break up the quoted sections, and a fair amount of paraphrasing to go with it. Good job.

2/ I really liked the very short charge list. I actually read all of it!

And now you've prompted me to go looking for the various LQ rants... aw, man, these things are just as much fun as I remembered. I think I need to collect them all. Hmm... I'm sure Kaitlyn MST'd one of them at one point, have to see if I can track that down... I know AW did a couple.

hS

Usually I don’t do this. *hugs anyway*

I tried to look at this reposted thing on ff.net and gave up after approximately two minutes.

Burying the Sue under a pile of her own bad punctuation is an ingenious assassination method.

HG

You need a shovel. A +6 keen vorpal holy shock brilliant energy adamantine shovel.

I don't care if said shovel is required by DnD law to be an artifact, it needs to be acquired.

Jeebus that fic looked terrible. Major props for taking it on. One question, though; why did Rina dump the mini blowtorch? That sounds like it could be really useful.

That fic reminded me of another that shall not be spoken off, though at least Linki wasn't replaced.

In other things, I liked the mission, although I think that the way the Sue was dealt with was a little anticlimactic. Still was good, so, here have coupon for a free bottle of Bleeprin.