So, way back in 7th Grade, eight years ago (My God, has it really been that long?) I wrote a Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus fic. For those of you unfamiliar with the canon, the protagonist, Vincent Valentine, is already borderline-Sue. Tragic Past, 133t powaz, red eyes, Really Cool Weapons, nigh immortality, etc.
So yeah, fic about a near-Sue, written by a seventh grader. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?
At the end of the year, the notebook I'd been writing it in disappeared. Like, freaking vanished. I've been looking for it for years. Because, like most other people, I tend to remember only the good things about my past writing. I wanted to find it so I could continue it.
So yesterday, I finally found the notebook. Overjoyed, can't wait to read thi-
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Oh sweet Eru, what have I done? Purple Prose, rampant Sue-ishness, scenes stolen from Halo: Combat Evolved, shipping that made NO sense at all, and general horribleness. Don't get me wrong: it's actually fairly well-written. No SPaG issues, no awkward sentences, decent dialogue...but My God. It's depressingly bad.
I think I'll keep it, for use as a guide to the Thou Shalt Nots of writing. If whatever I'm working on at the moment starts resembling it, it's *BLAM!*-ing time.
I honestly have no idea why I'm posting this. It's kind of on a whim, actually. Make of it what you will, I suppose.