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You just watched some great movie, read an amazing book, or played an excellent game, and all you want now is [I]more[/I]. You think, "Hey, wouldn't it be great if Harry Potter's[I] kids[/I] had to face a [I]world[/I] struggling through [I]political change[/I]? Or, what if [I]Data [/I]traveled back in time and[I] joined [/I]the Star Trek (2009) crew?" Maybe you had hoped for a different ending, or that a bad-ass mercenary would have introduced himself at the right moment and beat the main character back to his senses.
Regardless of whatever ideas you had, there are most definitely worse (or better) in the realm of unauthorized continuations. Join me now in reading a careful showcase of the different types of fan fiction; good, bad, terrible, excellent, or sexually-driven pieces of flying cat shit.
[release] Category No-1: [B]Fiction Translation That Didn't Work
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This is the result of someone who can't write in English, but wants to show their work to an English reading audience. Their solution; Google Translate. Unfortunately, they didn't realize that it would butcher whatever talent they had.
[quote] [I](From “to avatar of the omaticyas,” by Tsyal49.[URL]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7318268/1/to_avatar_of_the_omaticyas[/URL])[/I]
Neytiri involved her husband towards the river. It was stripped and plunged in the enlightened wave of phosphorescent water lilies it proudly rectified, sure its beauty, water arrived to him at the size, the weak light drew the curves of its body, it started to swim with grace. Jake was undressed in its turn and plunged, this bath made him forget the tension of these last days, they swam a long moment, being splashed like laughing and shouting children. That the life can be soft on Pandora. They left water, Neytiri dried her husband with odorous foam, embraced it gently and nested against him. It put at fredonner a soft monotonous chant which told the loves of a large hunter and the girl of the chief of a clan, some share their history. Neytiri cherished the muscular body of Jake. It planted its glance in the eyes of Jake with insistence. Time to consume their union had arrived.
He gently cherished the chest to him by embracing it, she pushed back it while laughing. Neytiri took its braid and put it in front of these eyes. Jake seizes his, the fibers mixed, the shock of their union was very intense. He saw Neytiri with deepest of his being, he learned very from his life and seizes finally what Norman and Grasse had tried to render comprehensible to him, importance of this formula, that took to him for a simple formula courtesy.
- Oe I nga Ti kame (I see you)
It was a reality, Na' VI saw with deepest beings. Their frolicking in love raised by this bond lasted a good part of the night and fell asleep without fear to see arriving the machines. In the small hour, they returned in the village, Mo' At awaited them. When she saw them arriving, its so austere face usually was illuminated of a radiant smile.
It looked at Jake malicieusement.
- thank you to give me until I wait for a long time.
- but how did she guess?
- the flower in my hair. Say Neytiri in a smile, it knows that our union is consumed.
Neytiri whispered some words with the ear of his/her mother, who reversed her head behind and launched a sound laughter.
- what do you have says to your mother?
- how you are a remarkable reproducer!
She says, and she flees while laughing.
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[release] Category No-2: [B]Hyperactive Ten-Year-Old Boy Who Thinks He is Funny
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I have a feeling that many of the guys on Facepunch were here at some point - or still are. Kids usually write these things with friends as part of a bigger project (like making a shitty film).
[quote] [I](From “Peanuthead,” by kelso123. [URL]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6736893/1/PenutHead[/URL])[/I]
In the setting of Vietnam *gun fire*
Military man: ouch I think that I have been hit
Peanut: are you alright
Military man: No peanut for brains. Ow ow. Ok listen send this letter to base very quickly. It's the best record of all men who are missing in action
Peanut: Yes sir I wont disappoint you I have advance training in military combat so I will kill anyone in my way. And now I will recite the soldiers creed which will further show my pride.
The Soldier's Creed *ahem*
I am an American Soldier.
I am a Warrior and a member of a team.
I serve the people of the United States, and live the Army Values.
I will-
Military man: peanut shut up and make the trip quick!
Peanut: Where? The restroom
Military man: no peanut to the base
Peanut: where is the base
Military man: where you started this mission
Peanut: ok… explain this to me like im a 5 year old
Military Man: Ok you have your coloring book so I can draw it out for you
Peanut: Yes in fact I do
Military: Peanut you are the most immature, stupid-*Military man dies*
Peanut: military man! Military man! I forgot what to do. What's the mission. Dammit so many unanswered mysteries. *helicopter arrives*
Black soldier: Where have you been? We have been looking all over for you guys
Peanut: nothing man. we been chillin up in the hood away for our gees and they sent us on this mission doug and Im like that aint right shawty
Black soldier: peanut I was born in London, England and I have a dark English accent
Peanut: its cool. Its cool but you know we brothers and brothers-
Black soldier: just get in you bloak
*peanut gets in* [/quote]
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[release] Category No-3: [B] Desperate Attempt to Write Something Emotional
[/B]These poor people are still learning to effectively write, either in their native language or a foreign one. They say to themselves; "Man, I need to take this shit up a notch and try to [I]move[/I] people!" Unsurprisingly, they don't succeed.
[quote] [I](“Abbi's Story," by Mrs.AldoRaine. It has something to do with West Side Story. [URL]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6199953/1/Abbis_Story[/URL])[/I]
[U]Abbi's POV
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I walked into the classroom and sat down at my desk. Action strolled in and sat next to me.
"Hey Action did you do the paper?" I asked. He chuckled and gave me a 'Are you serous?' look. "I thought not." I murmured. The teacher walked in and stood at the front of the room.
"Everyone bring you writings out." she smiled at the class. "Action that will be a detention." Action tapped me.
"She know me too well." he whispered.
"Everyone will have a stroke when you actually do your homework." I whispered back.
"Abbi?" the teacher called.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Would you like to go first?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am." I answered walking up to the front of the classroom. I stood in front of the class. "This paper has my brother, Riff as an important character so if I tear up. I'm truly sorry." I said as I looked down at my paper.
"Riff and I belong to a happy family. My mother, Annie. My father, Jeff. And Riff and myself." I took a breath. "They day our happiness took a butllet was when I was four. Our parents died."[/quote]
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[release] Category No-4: [B]Giddy Teenage Girl Who Writes About her Wonderful Life in Whatever World
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She's obsessed about the wet dream she had with some television character and now the world will boil over if she doesn't write about it.
[quote] [I](From From “The Adventures of Sammy and TiffnBurns.” by Sammerz186. [URL]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6148107/1/The_Adventures_of_Sammy_and_TiffnBurns[/URL])[/I]
I was jumping with excitement, my best friend Tiffany was actualy spending the summer with me! It's been 3 years since we seen each other, eversince she moved to Las vegas, and our comunications have been lowered to texts and phone calls. It was a mistery to see what she looks like
now. I sure have changed, from having straight as a board blonde hair, I got it dyed red and got a perm. Me and my mom where standing in the airport in Menphis, I was holding a bouquit of star gazer lilys. My mom was holding a gift and a card.
"What time does her plane land?" I asked turning to my mom. I was wearing a green T-shirt that said Irish step dancer, a blue jean vest, and a pair of blue jeans, for shoes knee high converses. Then I saw out of the corner of my eye Tiffany came towards us!
"TIFFANY!" I screamed running to the on coming girl.
"It's so good to see you!" She said hugging handed her the stuff.
"These are so pretty thank you!" She said.
"Well, what are you waiting for, open it!" I said. She ripped off the paper and opened the box to find a rock, ha! But truth betold, there was a big surprize at home.
"Got ya!" I said teasing, she looked diapointed. "K, truth betold, the real gift is at home lets go!" I said excited.
"I gotta go to the bathroom." Tiff said.
"Hey mom, we're going to the bathroom k?" I asked my mom.
"K, I'll wait here." She answered. As we walked to the bathroom I thaught about how much Tiff changed, Her hair wasn't short and brown anymore. It was long and super curly plus she sarted wearing makeup, LOSTaholic 11 year olds that half the grade ignored, now we're muture, still obsessed with LOST, still have a crush on Sawyer, Skatergals, who are teenagers! We made it to the bathroom, they just moped so the floor was slipery, Tiff slipped and hit her head on the sink, she was out cold, I ran to her but triped my own feet and hit my head with a sickening thud and crack.
When I snaped back I was standing in LA.X. WAIT LA.X! ##%$$# lol just kiding,
"Oh chrap." I said looking at what I had in my hand [/quote]
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[release] Category No-5: [B]The Obligatory Troll
[/B]That guy who is trying to get a chunk of the laughs after the John Freeman obsession. Unfortunately, that time has overed quickly.
[quote] [I](“Sinefield,” by SASmoney. [URL]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6412071/1/Sinefield[/URL])[/I]
Ilene date a black man.
chaper 1:
Jerry enter his home to find Ilene kissing a black on the couch. jerry is yell "ellen what you are doing making with the black man!" so ellen reply "i am dating ham! Go away!"
Jerry roll his eyes as he walk into the refrigerator to get a bowl of cereals. As he turn to yell again Klamer punches on door and say "hell" at everyone. Allen say back "hell" and Jerry say "hell"
meanwhile, Gorge is eat at the favorite place called Monkey. Jerry show up and order his usual, a egg. george is eating tuna. jerry say to friend "allen dating a black." then Serge say back "did it"
yeah say jerry. greg don't know what to think so he kept eating. jerry is "he wrote her a lluabye even" then george get so mad! he say "she was suppose to be with me! i love him!" so jerry say "thats the shame"
meanwhile back at jerry apartment, Ilene say "we get marry" so Klamer say "congrate on get marry" then do a funny leave out the door but before he go he yell at jerry "she was suppose to be with me! i love him!" so jerry say "thats the shame"
the end! [/quote]
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[release] Category No-6:[B] The Sketchy Bad Writer[/B]
You can't tell if they are still learning English, disabled in some fashion, or just plain bad.
[quote][I](From “The White Coat Oldtimer Race” by Dav85. [URL]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5439816/1/The_White_Coat_Oldtimer_Race[/URL])[/I]
FADE IN:
INT. IN JERRY'S APPARTMENT - DAY
Jerry is in his Appartment wearing a Red Shirt and Jeans on the Phone with is actual Girlfriend Jenny
JERRY Hey Jenny yes it's allright we met at Luigi's at 8 O' Clock
as George open the Door harshly and get nervous and angry in to the Room wearing a White Shirt, a Dark Brown Suittrouser,
a Black Tie with Brown Dots and his light Brown Coat
George screams
GEORGE Why must God hate me this much Its everytime the same i get some good news in the next moment i get some extremly bad news
Jerry asks him not very surprised
JERRY What happenend?
George answers with a little bit less angry voice
GEORGE I went to the Drycleaner and surprisly they afford to delete the oil flaw on my grey sports jacket
Jerry aks a little amused
JERRY Why you have an oil flaw on your sports jacket
GEORGE My Dad wear it during repairing his Car
JERRY Why he is doin that?
George wave aside
GEORGE Because hes mentally insane but thats not the point of this story,
how im mentioned the afford to delte the oil flaw i was very happy in this moment but then my handy rings and its steinbrenner on the phone telling me this time i go to far im not longer manageable, how i become not longer manageable i am the Manager
JERRY Did he tell in which way you go to far this time
GEORGE No thats the point i going up and down all the day thinking and thinking but i don't get it, i mean im often in Trouble in the last 49 Years and im always know whats the implicator of all its going wrong, well i see things realistic im a total idiot i do everything that wrong that i can't believe by my own self destroying brain but this time im out of the Fault, i go to Work everyday i don't sleep anymore in the Desk and i don't even touch my secretary i even work a little bit sometimes i don't know what i can have done wrong it's eating me up inside
George begin to eat some Chocolate Cookies to eat down his Sorrows In this Moment Kramer crash into the Door wearing the same Cloths he wearing 11 Years before a Hawaii Shirt his brown Jacket and his brown Trouser and goes directly to the Refigrator, Jerry and George looks very astonished they didn't see Kramer until Years but Kramer dont mention that and do like he was never away he is already in his eating phase and his mouth is full of some Turkey and Sweet Potato Mash. [/quote]
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[release] Category No-7: [B]Good Fan Fiction[/B]
Regardless of genre, style, purpose, or length, all good fan fiction belongs in one category - because everything else is ass.
[quote][I] (“Locke Plays Pacman,” by lemony muffins. [URL]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6285528/1/Locke_Plays_PacMan[/URL])[/I]
Locke pushed the button. The beeping stopped and the numbers flicked back up to 1:08. He stood up to stretch his miraculously cured legs, strolling around the room and inspecting the hatch as his mind fathomed the mysteries it held.
What did it all mean? The numbers, the hieroglyphics, the magnetic field, the blast doors... Somewhere amongst all of it was his purpose, he knew that. The island had guided him this far. So why had it become so suddenly obstinate?
And this room full of machinery, most of it inactive, as obsolete as he had once felt. What was the function of these big grey machines that lurked in the darkness under a thick layer of dust?
Holding up a finger, he dragged it across one surface of an interestingly shaped machine, and was surprised when he revealed not gunship grey but a sunny yellow beneath. Frowning, he continued to wipe away the dust, and was amazed when he revealed a word beneath, written in big, chunky yellow capitals.
[B]PAC-MAN[/B]
A wave of nostalgia washed over him. He'd played this non-stop back in his twenties, and had gotten pretty good. It wouldn't work, of course, but for posterity's sake he went and got a cloth and carefully cleaned the rest of the cabinet, then the screen and controls, paying special care and attention to the buttons and joystick. He worked with the same steady patience he had used to assemble model aeroplanes and tanks as a child.
Finally it was done, and he stood back to inspect his handiwork. Even in the dim light the machine gleamed as if it had just rolled out of the factory without a scratch or fingerprint on it. The plug cord didn't reach to the wall socket, and he carefully pulled the machine over to the wall and plugged it in. He flicked the switch, and laughed as he realised he was holding in breath in anticipation.
Nothing happened.
His heart fell, and then suddenly leapt as the screen flashed with multicoloured letters and numbers which were replaced by a white grid and then... the intro that showed Pac-Man's ethereal rivals, along with their nick-names!
He actually rubbed his hands in glee as he approached the machine and got ready to play. Then, with horror, he realised – he didn't have a quarter! He could run down to the beach and try and borrow one, but he wanted to play now...
An idea hit him, and he went and fetched the toolkit from the cupboard. Four minutes later he had managed to get into the coin box and was rewarded with eight quarters, each as pristine as the machine itself. With a smile he put one into the slot and pushed the button, and for the first time in twenty years he was playing Pac-Man!
As the mild-mannered yellow hero started to find his way around, chomping up dots, ghosts and fruit with abandon, Locke found his gaming skills coming back to him. He eased through the early stages and the game started to get gradually harder and harder. He had always gotten into trouble around the fifteenth stage, but now he passed it without difficulty, navigating the maze with the relaxed confidence of an expert player.
"Dude!"
The voice snapped Locke out of his trance-like state and he turned at the intrusion just long enough to lose his first life to Pinky.
"Damn!" he cursed, banging his fist down on the console as the stage started over.
"Sorry, man. Didn't mean to startle you," said Hurley apologetically.
Locke grinned. "That's okay, Hurley. I was just focused. I like playing games."
"Pacman, huh? You're pretty good."
"Thanks, I used to play a lot. Stick around, you can have a go after me."
There was an uncomfortable pause, then Hurley replied, "Nah, dude. But thanks for offering."
Locke didn't press him for a reason, and Hurley was glad. He didn't want to admit that Pac-Man had become a hated childhood nickname after he'd replaced his absent father with, well, anything edible and close to hand. Just watching the little yellow guy zipping around was bringing back some powerful memories, and suddenly extending his jungle walk seemed like a great idea.
"Um, so laters, man," said Hurley, and headed out the way he'd came in.
"Bye, Hugo," muttered Locke absently as he re-entered his trance. Stage fifty – higher than he'd ever got before, and still the levels flicked steadily by. At seventy, he barely had to think anymore; it was as if the island were helping him play, guiding his hand on the joystick. The score went up and up.
Eighty... ninety...
One hundred! Now he thought of the legendary 256th split-screen level, the bug in the game that was apparently impossible to get past. Two decades before, he had dreamed of reaching that screen, of the accolade of getting the perfect score. Now he truly believed it were possible - maybe even the he could get past it!
And then, halfway through stage one hundred and twenty-seven -
BEEP
"No," whispered Locke.
BEEP
"No, no, NO!" he cried.
BEEP
He had just under four minutes before the clock reached zero, and there was no way he could make it to the split-screen. The alarm beeped, and he played frantically, though he knew the task was impossible.
"Hurley!" he cried. "Anybody!"
But no-one came. The countdown reached one minute, and the second alarm sounded, urgently telling him to input the code.
"Just a minute," muttered Locke between clenched teeth, his hand a blur on the joystick.
With ten seconds left, the alarm sped up and he finally had to run for the keyboard.
"4, 8, 15..."
Three seconds remained on the clock as he glanced nervously up.
"16... um, 23..."
The clock reached zero as he entered the final number and hit enter. There was a pause, and then they whirred back to 1:08 once again.
Crestfallen, he returned to the arcade machine and looked at the screen. In the middle of the maze, in block red capitals, he read:
[B]GAME OVER[/B]
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[quote] [I](“Not Since Prom,” by Sailor in the Sky. [URL]http://b.fanfiction.net/s/7193779/1/Not_Since_Prom[/URL])[/I]
"You wouldn't happen to know how to dance, would you?"
Gordon looked away from the sunset burned red by the heavy, listless banks of smoke, to stare at Alyx, who was clambering up the fire escape with a small radio in her hand. His eyebrows were raised nearly to the point that they touched his hairline, and his mouth was opened slightly. Laughing as she neared him, Alyx fiddled with a dial on the radio, and soon the distant crackle of anti-aircraft was drowned out by the pleasant sound of guitar music. Gordon couldn't help but crack the tiniest of smiles at the look on her face. Leave it to Alyx, in the midst of a broken, wartorn city, to ask him if he knew how to dance. But he shook his head; even if he knew how to dance properly he doubted he would do so now.
Alyx took a seat on the rusted air conditioning appartus next to Gordon, the radio cradled in her arms. While Gordon looked toward the east, toward where the last battle had taken place, he noted in the corner of his eye as Alyx twisted the dial slowly, checking for any other radio station. Occasionally there were news stations that had been commandeered by rebels, but by the frustrated look in her eyes and the way her lips were pursed, Alyx was having no luck locating one. Noticing he was actually staring at her rather than the south as he had intended, Gordon huffed in irritation and looked away.
"What's wrong?" Alyx questioned, one hand leaving the radio and resting on his shoulder. Gordon shrugged her hand away, shaking his head to indicate that nothing was wrong. Alyx's eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips, obviously not believing her partner, but not willing to pursue the subject knowing Gordon wouldn't let up.
"You know, my dad used to dance with me."
Gordon offered a slight smile, but it was without warmth, as he was suddenly reminded of the doctor's untimely death. He stole a glance at Alyx, who was staring down at the radio in her lap, thumb caressing the metal surface. Her face was aglow with a smile that had become rare since her father's passing. Seeing her lost in that memory, and not in the more recent one, gave Gordon's slight smile a bit more sincerity.
"Except I was never tall enough. By the time I was tall enough, I wouldn't dance with him anymore.
"But when I would dance, I'd stand on his toes. Hold onto his arm tightly in case I lost my balance. He had that hand placed on my shoulder, the other one lifting my other hand into the air. We'd 'dance' around in the livingroom, with a slowdance from Frankie playing on the radio."
Gordon pictured the scenario in his head. For the first time in God knows how long, a true grin came across his weathered features, and the corners of his green eyes creased as the smile grew. It was so... peaceful. That scenario. From a time before the Black Mesa incident happened, probably when he was in MIT. But certainly before the Combine.
Ah. Sobering thought. The smile dimmed somewhat.
"Anyway," continued Alyx, the word riding on a sudden sigh, "there's that story. Where I danced with my dad." She lifted her shoulders in a shrug, as if questioning why she'd brought it up. "Isn't that interesting, I guess."
Gordon looked at Alyx when she coughed and sniffled a bit. Inwardly sighing, he reflected on how much Alyx had lost. How now, both of her parents were gone. True, there were rebel families out there who had faced worse, but Gordon didn't know them. He knew Alyx, and he knew the people she'd lost, and somehow that made it so Gordon felt like he'd lost them in a similar way as Alyx had. As he watched her finger the radio's plating and antennae, he felt (what he thought) was what she was feeling.
Gordon suddenly stood up, and the air conditioning apparatus rocked with the movement. He reached down and took the radio from Alyx's hands. He was aware of her confused stare as he moved the dial until he'd found the guitar channel again, but he didn't acknowledge her until he'd turned up the volume and placed the radio on the gravel of the rooftop. Then he held out his hand to Alyx.
It was an awkward dance. A little shuffle from left to right, nothing more. Gordon, suddenly afflicted with what felt similar to how he'd felt in high school, found the sky very interesting, and proceeded to stare at the darkening sky, then Alyx, then the sky again. The woman, completely aware of his awkwardness, was laughing the entire time, making it ten times more difficult for Gordon to look at her.
Eventually they sat down because Gordon was giving in to the humor of the situation.
Alyx picked up the radio and lowered the volume, still giggling a little. As the guitar faded away, Gordon became acutely aware of the quieted anti-aircraft fire. The warmth he'd been feeling was evaporating into the rapidly cooling air as he noticed the roaring silence of the city, of the rooftops, of the night. He felt his legs tense, and the familiar sense of foreboding gripping his mind in quiet panic.
"Gordon?"
He looked sharply at her, startled by the sound, and motioned for her to be quiet. The look of happiness melted from her face and briefly Gordon felt ashamed, but even that sensation fled his senses as something screamed. Alyx immediately hit the gravel, hands held out to break the fall, and Gordon bent down to pick up his crowbar, the only defense he'd taken from the apartment room. He got down on the gravel next to Alyx, and together they listened to the screech and howl of angry, hungry creatures waking up with the night.
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[release] Category No-8:[B] The Little Kid[/B]
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They are quite sincere in their desire to materialize their creative vision - but aren't learned enough to do so effectively.
[quote][I](From “The expirment” by Sam Cutt (Yes, this is my own - I was [B]very[/B] young at the time, be kind)[/I]
Star Track: The Next Ganeraton
Deta and Captin Pecard were in Pecards offise were they talked abote a kind of expirment by a new Doctor Piters.
"captain I beleve the problity that this will not work is very hieh" sed Deta.
"I know but I the fedratin is ordaring me and I will never go aganst The Prim Diractiv" sed Captin Pecard.
"I am an andriod but I am worryd that they will dastroy us becas he dosn't know" sed Deta, standing.
"you are asking me to go aganst The Prim Diractiv" sed Captin Pecard sad and thinking?
"yes Captin becus they will maibe kill us with the expirment" sed Deta.
"OK I will considar it" Captin Pecard. the enginer Jordi Laforj caled the Captin Pecard.
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Thanks for reading. Feel free to post stuff you've found, good or bad - but please, give credit where due.
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A lot of the fanfiction out there is written poorly. Unfortunately, by the time most of the people who write good fan fictions mature they move on to better and brighter writings.
Just stay clear of Toplessrobot. The stuff they post there (intentionally, of course) is next-level bad. However, some is hilarious.
If you want some [B]good[/B] Futurama fanfics; Look up [url=http://www.futurama-madhouse.net/fanfic/indexc.shtml#coldangel]Coldangel1[/url].
[QUOTE=Blanketspace;31949280]Just stay clear of Toplessrobot. The stuff they post there (intentionally, of course) is next-level bad. However, some is hilarious.[/QUOTE]
There are parts of my mind that will never recover from reading GI Joe tentacle bondage porn.
I've actually been writing my own, haven't gotten to adding to it in awhile due to lack of ideas on how to piece it together.
I made a thread asking for CC on it awhile back, though I almost never got a response after the first page. :v:
[QUOTE=The Bee Gees;31949428]Obligatory.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0R0ZZF4O0K4[/media][/QUOTE]
The writing style of Squirrelking and Peter Chimaera has accidently entered my standard speak. I occasionally find myself using inappropriate nouns & adjectives (and indeed pretty much any word) as verbs.
The best fanfiction comes with pictures, like this:
[url]http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread.php?40825-PREQUEL-suggestion-box&p=5495320&viewfull=1#post5495320[/url]
(Obligitory troll yo)
The king of fan-fiction: Sonichu
Instead of butchering a good story why don't a lot (not saying all fanfiction is bad) create there own stories?
Its weird, some of the shit coming out of the MLP:FIM sections is fucking book material.
[QUOTE=The Aussie;31951048]Its weird, some of the shit coming out of the MLP:FIM sections is fucking book material.[/QUOTE]
The creativity and quality of some of the shit that comes out is pretty stunning. If they just sorta kept it to themselves I bet nobody would hate their guts.
Oh man, how could you miss "My Immortal"? Possibly the best of the worst fanfics out there! It's so bad you can't help but think you are undergoing a lobotomy while reading it.
Genuinely good Harry Potter fanfiction? Is it possible? [url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5782108/1/Harry_Potter_and_the_Methods_of_Rationality]Yes[/url].
And now I present: absolutely terrible, gross fanfiction read by a cool nerdy guy.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2823rZlHLdk[/media]
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB5iA5MpP-s[/media]
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXKbobm0We0[/media]
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJzefWZDj6Q[/media]
This guy has tons of these...
ALSO I'm planning on doing my own bad-fanfiction-reading. I need some suggestions for what to read. Preferably something really terribly written and absolutely silly, but preferably not too sexual. "Face the Strange" up there would be perfect if I didn't feel like I was ripping off that guy.
Any suggestions?
Obligatory: [B]DOOM: Repercussions of Evil[/B]
[release]John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.[/release]
It's a shame. There is a lot of genuinely GOOD stuff out there, but there is so much shit out there that the good ones get overlooked.
I remember I had worked on a Twilight Princess fanfic ages ago(Link kills zelda in an act of revenge,etc), but I gave up like 3 chapters in since I lost inspiration. Looking back, it was probably pretty terrible. Glad I never posted it anywhere significant on the internet.
Actually, since this is a fan fiction thread, I'd like to mention a fanfic which will clearly make a lot of you tear out your own eyes and bleed boxes all over me when you here the premise. Oh well, I ain't telling you to read it.
It's a fanfic that has the worst case of Better Than It Sounds, that I have ever seen. It's also a crossover fanfiction, of the two most unlikely things. There was practically no way that this fan fiction could go well.
It is Fallout Equestria. A crossover of Fallout (mostly FO3)... and My Little Pony.
Written by one who goes by the pseudonym "Kkatman" or Kkat.
Literally one of the most laughable concepts one could think of, right?
But well, now it has 37 chapters, and it's still not done. For every chapter, it seems that the chapters get longer and longer. The latest, Chapter 37 was around 100 pages long. It has generated tons of fan art and is being made into an audio book. People are even starting to write fan fiction of this fan fiction.
I know it has been reported that people who haven't played Fallout enjoyed it as well, but I'm not sure whether it will work the other way around. So I aknowledge that people here might not like it.
And the main character is obviously lesbian.
I'd recommend it to everybody, because it's extremely well written, but I realize people here will be downright outraged by it. Ignore it, or give it a chance, it's your choice.
[url]http://www.equestriadaily.com/2011/04/story-fallout-equestria.html[/url]
[i]*gulp*[/i]
[url]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2945837/1/Halflife_Fulllife_Consequences[/url]
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHxyZaZlaOs[/media]
That is all.
Well, since ponies were mentioned, I might as well throw this in:
[url]http://www.equestriadaily.com/2011/02/story-cupcakes.html[/url]
A pink pony kills her best friend, a blue pony, very brutally. Why? Nobody knows. Terribly written, completely out of character.
This fanfic has the most fanart than any other pony fanfics TOGETHER, and made the fandom even more retarded.
you forgot [b] 'EROTIC' [/b] fanfiction.
[url]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6917241/1/The_Stripper_and_the_Hero[/url]
[QUOTE=SilverHedgehog;31971637]Well, since ponies were mentioned, I might as well throw this in:
[url]http://www.equestriadaily.com/2011/02/story-cupcakes.html[/url]
A pink pony kills her best friend, a blue pony, very brutally. Why? Nobody knows. Terribly written, completely out of character.
This fanfic has the most fanart than any other pony fanfics TOGETHER, and made the fandom even more retarded.[/QUOTE]
Really now?
I think it's actually not badly written, and while I haven't watched the show, according to Bronies it's actually rather in character.
I dunno, I love demented gore shit like this.
Here's a fun exercise to do.
1. Go to fanfiction.net
2. Search for your first name (ex. Chuck, Bob, Garry)
3. Find a story whose main characters shares your name
4. ?????
5. Profit!
[QUOTE=Clovernoodle;31972317]Really now?
I think it's actually not badly written, and while I haven't watched the show, according to Bronies it's actually rather in character.
I dunno, I love demented gore shit like this.[/QUOTE]
Definitely not in character. I think a lot of the bronies thought it was somehow "traumatic" and that it somehow hurt their perception of the original show. Because of that, the fic just became extremely notorious.
Personally, I found it fascinating. I didn't find [I]it[/I] disturbing, but I found my reaction to it disturbing, I found myself wanting to read more :(
The idea you have that it's not out of character is probably because of the episode, Party of One [I](Which aired long after Cupcakes was written)[/I]. By some kind of horrible coincidence, for a moment it actually looked like Cupcakes was going to be canon.
[I](Pink pony goes psycho and has a crazy tea party with imaginary friends, and then blue pony walks in, alone)[/I]
My sister is a sperg who does nothing but read those all day
[url]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3835968/1/[/url] JOHN AMERICAN AND THE DEATH EXPRESS, A Dead Rising fanfic.
[url]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5142096/1/superman_and_stalin_the_love_story[/url]
[url]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6407935/1/teletubies_and_hitler_the_combat_stroy[/url]
[url]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5141692/1/gorden_freemen_invents_time_travellering[/url]
[QUOTE=SilverHedgehog;31971637]Well, since ponies were mentioned, I might as well throw this in:
[url]http://www.equestriadaily.com/2011/02/story-cupcakes.html[/url]
A pink pony kills her best friend, a blue pony, very brutally. Why? Nobody knows. Terribly written, completely out of character.
This fanfic has the most fanart than any other pony fanfics TOGETHER, and made the fandom even more retarded.[/QUOTE]
why the fuck did I read that
I'm actually kind of depressed now.
[url]http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6981301/1/My_Little_Zombie_One_Bad_Sandwich[/url]
It's a My Little Pony/Zombieland crossover written in hebrew.
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