I am a fan of many things, particularly the fine works of Sir Terry Pratchett (may he rest in peace). After spending a long time lurking, I have elected to create an account.
Hello again, my good ladies and gentlemen, on this fine summer evening.
Yesterday, I was rather critical of The Emoji Movie, beginning with the fact that it exists at at. It occurs to me, however, to ask: could a good story ever arise from the ashes of this cluster fuck of a film? Well:
Greetings, my good ladies and gentlemen. Today I made a discovery whilst browsing IGN. This:
Naturally, this invokes the obvious question: why, why does this thing exist?
I have a bit of a confession, my good ladies and gentlemen: I have done little to nothing on this site for the past two weeks. I've been behind with my stories, my groups; pretty much everything. Now, there is a good reason for this: my work.
There is a well known quote by an American Evangelist by the name of Dwight L. Moody. It is thus:
"Character is what you are in the dark."
This leads to a fascinating thought experiment: if you are in a situation where you can behave as you wish, with no possibility of consequences for your actions, and no chance that those actions will ever be associated with you, what will you do?
Greetings my good ladies and gentlemen on this sweltering summer afternoon. I hope to find you cool, refreshed and revitalised.
Today I bring you a fic with a nasty case of split personality. Be forewarned: some of you will not, and should not, be joining me on this journey. There are bad things herein; I will outline trigger warnings below. They are appropriate in this case.
Greetings, my good ladies and gentlemen, on this fine early summer day. It is my hope to find you well fed, well rested and in a generally awesome state of being.
I shall not beat about the bush on this one: today's fic is bad. Really quite terrible. And I knew it would be so going in: this is a Death Battle fic, explicitly written to spite the author's enemies, real and imagined.
Greetings my good ladies and gentlemen. I hope to find you all in high spirits and fine form.
I have a confession to make: when I was but a wee young lad of eleven or so, newly enrolled in year seven (the first year of secondary school) I was given a creative writing assignment as homework. My brief: write a horror story.
Greetings my good ladies and gentlemen.
After some deliberation, and a considerable amount of inspiration from FanOfMostEverything's excellent Imposing Sovereigns contest, I have written and posted a story.
Hello on this fine winter day, my good ladies and gentlemen. I hope to find you all in good order and in a generally awesome state of being.
Today I have a rare treat: I shall be reviewing not one, not two but seven fics, all by the same author. Before we proceed further, our snazzy scoring method:
The Good: Fics of clear high quality, showcasing the work of an excellent or promising author.
Greetings my good ladies and gentlemen, on this rather pleasant day.
Normally on these essay posts, I will present a case and argue it one way or another, in order to facilitate a good, informative discussion. Today, however, I wish to try something a little different. I will be writing two mini essays: one arguing against the use of the term Mary Sue (and variants), and another arguing in it's defence.
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