| Subject: I love it, Neela! Twipotters! Hahaha! (Can't type emoticon b/c laughin' so hard) The style is nice, it works well. At The Entiretiy (of something.....) Wow, I crammed all of this into one title! |
Author:
Myla (and Baytwa, if she can work up the nerve....) (*Hyperventilating*)
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 18:29:46 05/02/09 Sat
Author Host/IP: cpe-72-181-147-250.tx.res.rr.com/72.181.147.250
In reply to:
Neela & Bronte
's message, "Surprise! I got the episode early! (Episode 1 Inside)" on 12:02:54 04/06/09 Mon
>Author’s Note: Yeah, welcome to the first episode…
>Blahblahblah… I don’t own Redwall or its characters or
>anything else I might think of that I don’t own…
>Yaddyada… Eh, Let’s skip to the parody.
>
>Extra note: It’s more of a story-parody now. I’m going
>for the original style that I use elsewhere.
>
>---------------------
>
>Neela, Bronte, the author, and the Helpers fell from
>the sky and dropped in an ungraceful heap in a
>woodland glade. Always quick at recovering, Neela
>pulled herself out of the jumble with a groan and sat
>on the loam, rubbing her forehead.
>
>“Where in Martin’s name are we?” she asked, looking
>accusingly at the author, who had just clambered out
>of the heap herself and was brushing herself off.
>
>“After The End, or ATE for short,” the author said
>matter-of-factly, picking a leaf out of her hair.
>
>“Eight? Where’s that?” asked a dazed Bronte, propped
>up by the help of the Helpers.
>
>“It’s the place where everything goes after ‘The
>End’,” the author started to explain, then realized
>that everyone was watching her quizzically, an eyebrow
>raised.
>
>“Aw, great. I have to go into a lengthy explanation.”
>she sighed. “Well, gather around and sit, I guess.”
>She motioned for them to sit in a circle and then
>began:
>
>“ATE is where every story character, movie character,
>or theatrical character ever created goes after the
>end of their book, movie, play, or whenever the
>writer/director/playwright, etc. decides to end it.
>They are all gathered here, on a world hosted by one
>of the more famous and adequate character groups, who
>moderate it.”
>
>Almost as soon as she said this, all three of the
>Helpers – Lissi Riversong, Songwind, and Skystar –
>raised their paws.
>
>The author glared at them, but tiredly pointed to
>Lissi.
>
>“Yeah? I wasn’t quite finished, you know.”
>
>Lissi lowered her paw. She looked a bit nervous and
>agitated.
>
>“Everything ever written or put onscreen or onstage is
>here?!” the ottermaid squeaked.
>
>“No, silly. Not everything. Just those that went
>public like books, movies in movie theaters, and
>public plays.”
>
>This seemed to cheer Lissi up.
>
>“But,” the author added as an afterthought, “Anything
>posted on the internet constitutes as public, too.”
>
>Lissi frowned, and then raised her paw again.
>
>“Yes, Lissi? The other Helpers have questions, too.”
>
>“I’m sorry,” Lissi began “But I have another question:
>What if the work has been deleted, lost, or forgotten?”
>
>“It doesn’t matter. Once it has been made public, the
>characters remain here.” The author answered flatly.
>“Next question… Eh… Skystar.”
>
>Skystar grinned.
>
>“Well, actually I have two questions: First, who is
>hosting this world? Second, do you have any scoff
>around here?”
>
>“Um… Well, actually, the characters of the Redwall
>world are in charge of ATE, as of now. They seemed
>like the best to keep things balanced. Also, I don’t
>know where any scoff is. I’m no Mossflower Wood expert
>and our guide seems to be late.”
>
>Songwind, the last creature with her paw up, looked
>expectantly at the author.
>
>“I suppose you have two, burning, dire questions to
>ask as well.” She told Songwind, who nodded. “Well,
>ask away.”
>
>Songwind bounced a little, then gave a charming
>squirrelmaid smile to the author, who didn’t smile
>back.
>
>“Um, um… What’s your pen name? Seeing, ‘the author’
>all the time is getting a bit dull. Also, why are WE
>here?”
>
>The author looked a little annoyed at Songwind, but
>reluctantly answered the Dibbun’s questions.
>
>“I’m not going to reveal my pen name to you. It’s a
>secret. But, just for now, you may call me Auth, a
>shorter version of Author. You are all here because I
>thought it would make a good start for the parody.
>ALSO –“Auth cut in hurriedly as everyone but Songwind
>raised a paw, “You are all not using Dibbun speech
>because I don’t want you to. End of story.”
>
>Everybeast lowered their paws and sighed, looking
>bored.
>
>No one said anything for a while.
>
>Suddenly, Russa Nodrey jumped from a tree and landed
>on the ground next to Auth.
>
>“Welcome to ATE,“ Russa said, “I’m your guide and will
>be showing you around and explaining more things
>momentarily, so up you come!”
>
>She helped up Neela and the other maidens up, then
>glared at Bronte, who hadn’t moved yet.
>
>“I said, UP!! I have a hardwood stick and I know how
>to use it.” she threatened.
>
>Shooting nervous glances at Russa’s favorite weapon,
>Bronte got up and wandered over to Skystar.
>
>“Do you ever get the feeling that us boyos are in the
>minority here?”
>
>Russa made them all follow her down a trail, single
>file, as she explained more about ATE, thwacking
>branches and vines that threatened to close over the
>trail as she did so.
>
>“Now ATE, – THWACK – has been moderated by us
>Redwallers, – THWACK – for the past two decades,
>–THWACK-THWACK – or so. It was awful the first time we
>went on Moderator’s Patrol. I won’t even – THWACK –
>mention who moderated before us because –
>THWACK-THWACK-THWACK – they were horrible! Stuff from
>the late 70’s and early 80’s EVERYWHERE! – THWACK –
>Cult members wielded light sabers and blasters
>wherever you looked… Packs of girls following Kirks…”
>– THWACK – She stopped and turned to look at them.
>
>“Yes, there can be more than one of a character here.
>So, anyhoo, if all of THAT wasn’t enough, we kept on
>running into those stupid invisible spaceship
>thingamabobs wherever you walked! In fact, we all had
>to start taking a leaf out of Frankenstein’s book and
>began walking around with our paws outstretched to
>avoid injury.” Russa started walking again, leading
>them through the strangely peaceful wood.
>
> – THWACK – “Of course, – THWACK – sleepwalkers
>started to have issues with this – THWACK-THWACK –
>so we had to stop the Martins from their quests for a
>few seasons until we got it under control.” – THWACK –
>
>
>“Male warriors,” the squirrel muttered, looking
>furious. “They always think it’s terribly funny if
>some poor soul has a gas-tank shaped mark on their
>forehead for the rest of their life because the
>‘Oh-So-Powerful’ ghost warrior couldn’t be bothered to
>tell the quester that there’s a spaceship in front of
>their face, JUST so that they could get their stupid
>sword or tapestry back safely. – THWACK – Oh yeah. –
>THWACK – They always use dreams, riddles, and
>sleepwalking to get their point across. –
>THWACK-THWACK-THWACK – I mean, would it KILL them
>just to – THWACK – appear in the flesh to the person
>and tell it as it is? Anyway, back to ATE, recently,
>with all the many series ending, we’ve had overloads
>of fanfiction and movie character copies. In fact,
>we’ve even had some ‘mutations’ or crossovers here. –
>THWACK – So, just watch out as I let you wander.
>Anything can happen here.”
>
>Russa reached the end of trail and led them out onto a
>large pathway next to Redwall Abbey. She gave a small
>nod to Auth and then ran after a few sparkly-looking
>girls riding brooms. Bronte shrank back at the sight
>of them.
>
>“Hoi! You three! Stop! You are in violation of
>Moderator Law #9,431! No brooms without a license! Get
>down and come with me! NOW!”
>
>The Twipotters giggled and flew even higher, making
>rude faces at the Moderator until they all ran into
>one of the walls of the abbey.
>
>“Idiots,” muttered Auth, as the little group watched
>Russa run to the Twipotters, who had been knocked
>unconscious on impact. Russa waved her hardwood stick
>over the Twipotters and in a flash, their sparkly skin
>and brooms disappeared.
>
>“I would like to add,” commented Auth, “That I don’t
>own Harry Potter, Star Wars, Twilight, or Star Trek. I
>also want to repeat that I don’t own Redwall. Also, no
>one is surprised by humans in Redwall because that’s
>how I want it to be.”
>
>“Who are you talking to?” asked Bronte, looking a bit
>puzzled.
>
>“Good question.” Auth told him seriously. “Next
>question.”
>
>Neela added, “Auth doesn’t own anything from Tamora
>Pierce, either, bless ‘er heart.”
>
>“Whose heart?” Songwind cocked her head to the side,
>posing her arms like a dancer.
>
>“Tammy’s of course. Auth doesn’t have a heart.”
>
>The words were scarcely out of Neela’s mouth when she
>was suddenly stuck in an unflattering periwinkle clown
>suit and was forced to sit in an oversized high chair.
>Auth didn’t even blink as she surveyed her handiwork.
>
>“Hm… Good… Good… You know,” Auth yawned. “I’d’ve
>thought that past experience had taught you that you
>can’t get away with insulting people, even for fun.
>Not even Bronte can entirely – He only gets away with
>adults if he is allowed to talk. But you’re right, of
>course. I’m half muse, half imagination, and half
>craziness. There’s no way I would be human enough to
>have a heart. Also,” she added with satisfaction “I
>enjoy dark humor far too much.”
>
>Auth turned the embarrassed Neela back to normal,
>(whatever “normal” was), and then looked up at Redwall
>Abbey.
>
>“Well, this episode has boringly rambled on long
>enough,” she stated with a look at Skystar and Lissi,
>(who had been ignored for a while until now and were
>looking at Redwall with a blank, glazed look), and
>then gestured widely.
>
>"Let’s call it the end of the first episode, shall we?”
>
>------------------------------------
>
>Auth: Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it? By the way,
>don’t call me “Auth” in the Play Tents because of
>this. Use “Neela”, same as always. This is just a
>parody name.
>
>Bronte: That was lame. *is suddenly surrounded by
>Twilight fangirls* Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuggggghhh! *runs
>away*
>
>Neela: It’ll get better, I promise. *looks expectantly
>at Auth*
>
>Auth: I’m not promising.
>
>Neela: Fine! Well, here’s some “fun stuff” to see if
>any reviewers got anything out of it.
>
>----------------------------
>
>Episode Question:
>Do you like the new parody style?
>
>Auth Word:
>Twipotter – (noun)- A fan of both Harry Potter and
>Twilight, usually in his/her teens, likes to mix the
>two together and often appears in internet-posted
>fanfics and parodies. (Note: often obsessive about
>fandoms; can sometimes act silly with an overdose of
>both, as seen here; sometimes is logical, other times
>not.)
>
>Random Activity (If you’re REALLY bored):
>Make other meanings of ATE. (Example: Angry Toads
>Eating, Authors Too Eccentric, etc.)
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 