Subject: Just joking, due to the triple post I pulled there.
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Posted on: 2010-04-15 02:32:00 UTC
Sorry.
Subject: Just joking, due to the triple post I pulled there.
Author:
Posted on: 2010-04-15 02:32:00 UTC
Sorry.
I was unable to finish reading that awful thing. Hell, I wasn't even able to get through a MST. I had to read the sporkiste's comments and skip the story segments altogether.
... with the urine-drinking? I tried to read it a couple of times, but I could never get through it. All I remember is hearing second-hand about some kind of ceremony involving urine-drinking in it.
I actually found the part with the urine drinking far less disturbing than the multiple sex scenes.
"And I look forward to ones that will come, because LOVE WILL NEVER DIE."
Sounds horrifyingly similar to a published feat of ultra-badfic I despise. The cliches are a-spawnin'!
*retch*
It'll make things faster.
"Beautiful as a winter rose." Winter roses are brittle and thorny. That comment is surprisingly appropriate. Gah.
...gonna do it, but don't let that stop you.
Sorry.
or something like that. I've heard of this fic years ago, probably even before I heard of the PPC.
Not all fics are equally suited to turn in to missions. I think this one would be too bad to tackle; aside form the fact that it has already been tackled for sporking before.
Don't forget that they fit the entire city of Hyrule into a single indoor room for the wedding.
I've heard of this fic before, and it scares me. "Lucid dream" my left foot. Of course she can't just admit she has a crush on Link; at least most Suethors have that one lick of dignity.
There's a whole group of "astral dreaming/projection" types who think they're communicating with fictional characters on some sort of other plane.
It's pretty frightening.
Being a bit too curious for my own good, I'm more interested in that kinda stuff than afraid of it...
But that's just me.
This is slightly off topic, but I wonder how many of those 'astral dreaming' types are going to congregate around the new Alice movie. Claims of actually going to Wonderland are going to push me over the moral event horizon, I just know it.
... about teens and college-age kids becoming literally suicidal because they can't go to Pandora (the planet from the Avatar movie). I am firmly in favour of encouraging them. If someone's life is so pathetic that they want to die because they can't go to a fictional place, AND they're so stupid that they watched that movie and failed to notice that pretty much everything on that planet is trying to kill everyone that lives there, they have no business living.
Some of us down in the anti-sporking-essay thread were just saying how we need to watch our language in missions when it comes to making personal statements about badfic writers, since we're NOT actually trying to be bullies and hurt people. This sort of thing--actually wishing death on another human being?--probably falls under the same moratorium.
~Neshomeh
That was out of line. I just got a bit carried away there.
Eep. Remind me not to act stupid around you.
I'd be more curious to see how many people 'astral dream' their way to Pandora from the Cameron!Avatar film.
If it's avatar-related stupidity you're looking for, you could check out the avatar forum weekend web article. the site can be NSFW, somethingawful being somethingawful, but weekend web is a funny window into the minds of insane fans.
http://www.somethingawful.com/d/weekend-web/avatar-forums.php (don't know how to link yet)
These people are nuts! For crying out loud, it's just a movie with doped-up special effects and a really cliched plot!
Damn, and I thought *I* had no life...
...is exactly why rabid fans of ANYTHING scare me. But if it means there will be less idiots in the world...
(Or is that being too mean?)
Funny you should mention this fic. One of my sporkers (and potential Agent) is a grown up Link Junior. He has serious mother issues and a weak spot for Sue kids. (In that he feels bad for them, not in a molester-y type way.)
You win the Understatement of the Week award.