Subject: *laughs hysterically*
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Posted on: 2010-02-16 03:07:00 UTC
That website is awesome! I tried out the "Do-it-yourself" Suefic and it was surprisingly accurate and funny, due to the fact that I just randomly gave the prompter words mostly from my PPC lingo. And I misspelled words. On purpose. Oh, the lulz that resulted when I read it. Everyone has to try it out themselves, seriously.
Wrong. This site is perfect for anybody wanting to have an instant slash story generated for them, or a crack!fic written in the LotR 'verse.... or just anything related to everything we hate about suethors.
http://elffetish.com/foolery.html
It's also got a lego version of the Last Alliance--and it's just so....wrong; so very, very wrong. But still worth it for the laughs. You know, you could use this site to spam all the suethor's on the Pit...
Hmmmm. This has applications...
Honu_Wahine
Haha, the suefic one is really accurate, and so is the slashfic. I've read a bunch of fics that are pretty much the exact same as those, except with worse grammar and/or more purple prose. It's a bit depressing, really.
I don't know quite as much about LoTR as I probably should, but the 'The Last Alliance Primer' was totally hilarious as well. Nice find!
That website is awesome! I tried out the "Do-it-yourself" Suefic and it was surprisingly accurate and funny, due to the fact that I just randomly gave the prompter words mostly from my PPC lingo. And I misspelled words. On purpose. Oh, the lulz that resulted when I read it. Everyone has to try it out themselves, seriously.
Watch out for final fantasy, Doctor Seuss and Gollum references!
Then just as she though her life would be ended, a beautiful dream-like vision appeared before her. The deadly warrior who had come to her rescue, a handsome chocobo, quickly killed off the remaining 42 orcs with his spork before rushing to Warrk's side.
It was love at first sight. The moment she looked into his sparkling fried-egg green eyes, Warrk knew there would never be any other for her. 'My name is Kweh!,' he said in a voice soft as the summer wind. Tenderly, he put a hand on her tibia to make sure she was alright. 'Are you hurt, my lady?' he asked.
Her father came from the line of swisscheeses of Balrog's bog, while her mother was born into a lordly house of hobbitseseseses in Rivendull.
Without a second thought, he pulled off his holey sock and began tearing it into bandages for Warrk's collarbone.
Yeah...good luck with that. xD