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Seraph's MSTs...
Err, I assume this is allowed cause of Earthbounds. If it's a privledge thing, then please let me know.
I only have one completed currently, I'm re-writing the rest, and re-working them.
This one is my orginal idea, which I later though out. I decided that having a romance as a side plot (And a girl locked up with four guys... -_-), as well as the overused locked in a satalite idea wasn't fun.
So, I've come up wit ha new idea, and am using it for my next ones. The nice thing is that this way, I can actuallu MST GOOD stories, not just bad ones.
So, consider this one the pilot.
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Note: I haven't had time to re-format it into a txt, so it's still a doc. Bu tI'm not complaining, I'm just glad tha tI found it. I thought all of my MSTs were on my dead computer, I got lucky I found this as an old e-mail attachment. To Nurv as well. ^_^ YAY!
Also, it's in a an odd formating to save space. It's how I print out fanfiction, and MST's to read (It made Hamlet fit in under 20 pages, and it was condensed even smaller than thsi one). Just read it like a newpaper, up one column, and then to the next one.
Link:
http://www.angelfire.com/dc/shipleywebpages/episode1final.doc
Remebr to right-click, then save as, anglefire won't let you at it otherwise.
(Last Note: Spelling due t olack of teh sleep. Need sleep to finction, but to hyper on caffeinenenenenenen to go to sleep.
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Hope is the destination that we seek.
Love is the road that leads to hope.
Courage is the motor that drives us.
We travel out of darkness into faith.
------The Book of Counted Sorrows
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Re: Seraph's MSTs...
I have a site, but I'm redoing it in my spare-time. The 20 minutes or so I have a day...
It won't be ready for quite awhile... (Sighs)
The detailed intro's are going to change a bit. I tried to have them go all plot-like, and have a story, but I decided in the end that a different approach would be a good idea.
I think you'll agrre when I finish it. ^_^
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Hope is the destination that we seek.
Love is the road that leads to hope.
Courage is the motor that drives us.
We travel out of darkness into faith.
------The Book of Counted Sorrows
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Re: Seraph's MSTs...
Hmmm, I'm still working on MST's, but i'll work on one, switch to another, and so on, and so forth.
This one I actually have mostly done, I normally print out a hardcopy of the fic, then make notes on what riffs to use on a coresponding peice of paper. The notes are done, I just have to find time to finish typing it.
If you actually read episode 1, ignore it, think of it as a "Pilot" episode, having little to nothing to do with these characters. The Characters will be slightly different, the situation VERY different, and the formatting changed as well.
But, just cause I feel like it, here's part of the one that'll be either Ep 1, or 2.
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This was one of the first fic’s I began to MST, in fact, the second one. I dropped it, due to concern about some of my riffs, and the subject topics, but I decided that, anything in here can’t be any worse than what you’re subjected to on a day to day basis anywhere else, and, in the internet hallways I tread, it’s a fact of life.
(Seraph: That was a really old note I included with this doc, dunno when I typed that...I'll link the fic later)
(Seraph: This is a Round Robin Buffy the Vampire slayer fic, JFYI)
>LOVE AND HELLMOUTHS
Jared: That just doesn’t go together.
Chris: Never watched tentac…
Jake: (Interrupts) I’ll beat you with a wrench.
Chris: And I’ll be shutting up.
>W-T4Ever:
Jake: “What the” forever?
Chris: What the **** forever!
Steve: That doesn’t work…
Jared: (Australian accent) Wtf mate?
>Willow and Tara carefully made their way through the blackened remains of Sunnydale
>High School. "Why are we here, Willow?"
Chris: To screw like never before!
Jake: Damnit! Chris don’t do that!
Jared: They’re both girls, it’s physically imposs…
Jake: (Interrupts) I’m surrounded by pervs!
>Tara asked. "Did Buffy sense something was wrong?"
Jared: No, we’re on an Easter egg hunt.
>"No, it's just that I think someone should make sure that earthquake we had today didn't
>open up the Hellmouth again," Willow said, waving her hands.
Steve: She’s having a seizure?
Chris: No, she’s waving *Tara’s* hands.
Steve: Oh…
>"It's sort of like a champagne bottle with a big cork in it. We don't want it opening up
>and letting a big fizzy explosion of demons splash all over Sunnydale!"
Chris: (Rolls eyes) Far too easy and obvious.
>Tara smiled, enjoying yet another Willow-ism.
Jared: Tara wasn’t only a dedicate of Willow-ism, but the only follower.
>She loved Willow so much...
Steve: (Holds his hands together)
Jake: Not to Scale.
>if only Tara could tell Willow her deepest secret!
Chris: (As Tara, whispering) I’m really Al Gore.
>Willow grabbed Tara's hand, and pointed with her other hand. "That's it up ahead. The
>library. It's right on top of the Hellmouth."
Jared: Yet more proof that reading is evil!
Jake: Reading’s the Devil!
Steve: Makes you glad no one does it anymore. Our society is safe from the vile corruption that is literacy.
>SpikesChick:
Jake: Soon to be know as “SpikedChick”.
>"We better walk slower," Tara whispered
Jared: (As Tara) So that the Evil undead can catch up to us.
>nervously as they continued forward. "We don't know what could be hanging around
>here. There could be demons, or monsters, or even vampires,
Steve: Oh my!
Others: Demons, Monsters, and Vampires!
Steve: Oh my!
>like Spike!"
>
>At that very moment, across town, Spike himself was sitting in his crypt, thinking about
>how much he hated Buffy.
Chris: He hates her so much, that he screws here every chance he gets.
Jake: I’d object, if it weren’t true.
Jared: Wrong Season though.
>"Damn, I bloody hate that Buffy," he was thinking. "I wish she was here right now so I
>could kick her ass." But then he remembered he had a chip in his head that made it
>impossible to hurt any living thing.
Jake: Even without the chip, she kicked his ass.
>Spike growled angrily, a scowl clouding his handsomely chiseled face.
Chris: Obsessed much?
>Spike lit a cigarette and took a slow, sensuous drag
Chris: Again, obsessed much?
Steve: Nothing’s sexier than smoking!
>on it as he thought about all the ways he would like to kill the Slayer.
Jared: Except, part-way through, they’d start making out.
Jake: (Sighs) Again, true.
>Oh, and her friends too. Except maybe Xander -- Spike thought he was kind of cute.
Jake: Ack! Not true! NOT TRUE!!
>"Maybe I should go out and look for some mayhem,"
Jared: Translation: Go stalk Buffy.
>Spike decided, getting up. "And if I can't find any, I'll just cause some."
Chris: Can’t, Chip, Dumbass.
>He pulled on a shirt over his smooth, muscled chest and grinned his ****y grin. "Look
>out Sunnydale! Here comes the big bad!" he snarled evilly before striding dangerously
>out of the crypt.
Jake: To stride dangerously, one must first BE dangerous.
>DarkStarBard:
>
>Unfortunately, Spike forgot the doorstep of the crypt had risen slightly in the recent
>earthquake, and he smacked his head against the top of the doorframe. "Ow!" he cried,
>and slunk off into the darkness, muttering darkly.
Steve: So, how long was this fic?
>Meanwhile, Willow and Tara had made a startling discovery.
Jake: It’s made of people! PEOPLE!
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Hope is the destination that we seek.
Love is the road that leads to hope.
Courage is the motor that drives us.
We travel out of darkness into faith.
------The Book of Counted Sorrows
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Re: Seraph's MSTs...
Oddly enough I forgot about this one...
Included with it's original note, this is about half of chapter 1 of the fic.
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Finally got back to working on some of my own MST’s, this one is the third oldest I’ve been working on. This one was unique, in that I didn’t go looking for it. I opened up my documents on my school server, amongst the several hundred other folders, and found this little gem wedged in there with my Photoshop work. How it got there, I haven’t the faintest
I tracked it down to ff.net, and found out that there were 7 chapters, instead of the 5 I had before. No, this isn’t lord of the rings. Yes, it’s Final fantasy.
This is merely a preview of the ROUGH draft. Enjoy. -_^
<Starting teh goodness!>
Fanfic Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1568038/1/
>Chapter 1: The Crater
Jake: Of LOVE!
Steve: Bring! It! On!
Jared: Set sarcasm to deep-fry.
Chris: And perv-mode is ACTIVATED.
Carrin: (On high) STFU guys, and get to work.
All: (Middle Finger)
>The sun rose over the northern continent,
Jake: While the southern was mooned.
>making the white snow on the ground almost blinding to look at. Though the
>temperature stayed the same, the morning cold had a sharp bite to it,
Steve: Its bark was much worse.
>which would make anyone think twice about venturing out in the snow wasteland...
Jared: And the other Shoe drops…
>well almost anyone.
Steve: Bingo! We have an AIC sighting!
>A young woman could be seen
Jared: If one cared to look.
Jake: And we don’t.
Chris: I do.
Jake: We. Don’t.
>trudging through the snow, heading north further into the continent’s heart...
>the crater. She was far away from the crater, maybe three miles still to go,
>but she trudged on through the deep snow. A close look at this woman would
>make any man smile;
Jake: Oh, I’m smiling. Though my thoughts are more on Knives and Homicide, then what she’s referring to.
>she had long dark crimson red hair that reached her lower back. Her shapely body
Steve: Yes, Mary Sue, check, move along please.
>was covered in only a pair of kaki short shorts, and a black tank top that showed
>off her flat stomach that had some definition
Jake: Unreal, of or being of a non-real nature.
Chris: Slut, being easy. See also: Mary Sue, PPC, and Reasons to Kill People and Get Away with It.
Steve: Jesus, we get the point, she’s as hot as hot can be. MOVE ON!
Jake: Got a Lara Croft Tomb Raider vibe going on there.
Jared: Well, Mary Sues are RARELY original. I wouldn’t be surprised.
>to it. Most of her skin was red now from the cold, her legs suffering the
>most from being against the sub-zero snow.
Jake: Should be black with Frost-bite, but the world isn’t fair.
>She had a brown pack on her back, just slightly filled up. The last observation
>you could possibly make on this woman was her stunning eyes
Jared: And if she’s facing down, we can see her eyes how? X-Ray vision?
Steve: Maybe we’re making snow angels for some odd reason.
Chris: Or looking up her pants.
Jake: As much as I feel like slapping you, those are probably skin-tight, no go on that one.
>because her head was facing the ground, watching her steps as she made them,
>but when she flipped her head up,
Jared: Christ, that had to hurt…
Jake: So we have an exorcist vibe as well.
>making her hair fly back away from her face you could plainly see her eyes were
>a radiant emerald green. As you watched this fair creature,
Steve: (General sound of irritation) Move on damn you!
>you had to wonder what she might be doing here in this freezing white blanket of
>landscape.
Steve: The hell if I care!
Jake: Chill dude.
Steve: I hate overly long Mary sue descriptions! God, we’ve all read them before, why don’t they just put up a little “Insert Sue description here” bit! God!
Jake: Because they actually think they’re being original, and that what they’re writing is worthwhile. They don’t know what a Sue is, of what it entails. When they do find out, and come to terms that what they’re writing is one, they usually stop, or modify the story to become more “Realistic”. Most people do it as an extension of they’re own daydreams, and of a desire to be something more that what they are, or to hope for something beyond what they feel is a mundane life.
Group: (Silence)
Jared: (Breaks the silence)I think… Yes, I think that there was some channeling of experience in that last line.
Carrin: (On high, looks at feet)
Chris: And moving right along!
>“Oh it’s so cold...”
Jared: No ****!
>her teeth chattered as she spoke,
Chris: (As teeth) So, first time on a sue?
Steve: (As other teeth) Nope, I was in an Oscar fic!
Chris: (As teeth) Wow… you poor thing…
>she had her arms folded against her chest.
Chris: (Leans foreward)
>“How could it be this cold in the summer?
Jake: Maybe it’s due to your current geographical location?
>Boy, I feel stupid for coming here in shorts...”
Jared: An admittance of fallacy? Is it to late to hope for a decent fic?
Carrin: (On high) What do you think?
>She continued to trudge as she spoke to herself, but her pace grew slower quickly
Steve: Heh, how much slower can you get than “Trudge”?
Jake: Mister technical. (Socks him)
>as her body became too cold, “I have to keep moving...” with her knowing that,
>she began to run as fast as she could through the deep snow, trying to keep her
>body from freezing to death.
Jake: An awkward sentence, and a stupid idea, come-on, you’ll be too tired from a pace like that, you’re supposed to jog or something.
Steve: Now who’s technical? (Socks him)
Chris: Kinda odd, I’d assume you’d want her to die, not make suggestions to keep her alive longer.
Jake: (Stares at Chris in shock)
>It started to work after a bit of time, but then she lost her balance
Jared: A mentally unbalanced Sue? Heh, even that’s not original.
>in a deep pile of snow and fell face-first into a drift fluffy white.
Jake: Hubba-what-now?
Chris: Didn’t you read? She fell face first into a drifting white Fluffy.
Jake: Oh…a dog…right…
Steve: I thought this fic would at least have it’s grammar going for it.
>Her body stun everywhere that the snow made direct contact with her fair skin,
Jake readies stun
Steve prepares shield bash
Jake executes a stun attack for a critical hit
Steve’s shield bash knocks the Mary Sue on her face
Chris quick casts Frost bolt IV
Chris: (Party) Finish her!
Jared uses quick step
Jared’s stealth fades
Quick step insta-casts execute
Steve: (General) You KSing ass!
Mary Sue dies
Jake: (General) OMG! WTF?! KS! YOU LEAVE!
Jared: (General) Lol rofl no0b thatt not hwo u paly
>and soon she was shaking so badly that her body’s spastic movements knocked
>off the snow that was on top of her.
Jake: (Contented grin) Ah, hypothermia, my old friend.
>Her mind fell away from where she was, and her shaking stopped as she
Jared: Died?
>lost all consciousness.
Jared: Um, author, you line was “Died”. Anytime you’re ready, anytime.
>Her mind traveled away to last night and why she was now in a drift of snow
>in the middle of nowhere.
Chris: (As Sue) Last time I lose a bet to Barret…
>She stood at the top of mount Nibel, watching to the north, as a bright light
>exploded from what she could sense was the crater.
Jared: Seconds later, the blast of which engulfed her as well.
Jake: There was much rejoicing.
Steve: Rejoice. Rejoice.
Jake: And spitting on cinders.
Chris: (Spits) Bad Sue! No come back to life! Stay dead! No biscuit!
Last edited by Seraphimlance, 12/12/2006, 2:17
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Hope is the destination that we seek.
Love is the road that leads to hope.
Courage is the motor that drives us.
We travel out of darkness into faith.
------The Book of Counted Sorrows
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