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Updates [3/1/2005]: several eps are in the editing stage, and will go up when I next update the site.
The plan, such as it is, is for ep. 205 to be a MiSTing of the script for Metal Gear Solid. Nick is the Mad with TV's Austin as his lackey; theater meat includes Gavok, MMK, TBS, and Wanderer, with n00bs Viper and Zemyla. You may wish to get it started, monkeypants.
Admins: Thomas Wilde (Wanderer), the Black Snotling
Hey, yo: another compliment.
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This one's from Alex Fauth; he mentioned it while I was corresponding with him about UF.
>I read the MSTing of Warrior's Legacy. I hurt myself with laughter wile
>reading it. I meant to write to you guys to say how awesome a MSTing it was.
>Heck, anyone whoi takes on fics that big deserves some sort of a reward.
Hey, do you think we can make a MOT out of this fic? It's probably the worst one of all time?
www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Gulf/6987/ciddeath.html
You'll have to Cut/Paste it, I couldn't link it for some reason.
Enjoy...errr...no.
SOMEONE RESPOND PLEASE!!!!! JUST TO MAKE MY DYING EGO JUST A little widdy bit MORE ASSURED THAT SOMETHING CARES ABOUT ME!!!! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!!!!
P.S.:I still think we could make a very small mini episode out of this fic, like when you go to a movie and theres a short cartoon before it starts...like Roger Rabbit!
Keep in mind I have no say in anything that goes on around here. But if you want a response THAT bad. Between the two upcoming lemons that are going to be ep.109, and the [as Wanderer put it] magnum opus that is Undocumented Features, I don`t think they`re going to be able to do that
to. Maybe as an opener to ep.111?
That thing is so damn short and so damn silly. It'd be a good short before a 'fic, but the next two 'fics we're working on are going to be so long that we don't really need a short on top of them.
Sounds good. I need a break, 'cuz I've been doing so much work. Not on this maybe, but I've been working nonetheless. So when does work on Ep. 109 start? Cuz' when it does, jsut know that I'm gonna whoop everyone in here, 'cuz I'm the greatest! ^_^
I haven't had much of a chance to talk to her recently (she's been busy, understandably). I'm aiming to call her up this weekend. If/when I do, I'll pass along what I can.
What I can tell you is that both she and the baby are fine in terms of health, so that's a relief and a half.
Yeah yeah, I beat the Technodrome to the delivery room and gave birth to my second child on the 16th. Now, only 8 more to go before I have my army of Mini-Mes and I can take over the world! OHOHOHOHOHO!!
*ahem*
Seriously, I'm recovering but we are just fine- I'm looking forward to reading the final product of CotN and working with Scott (if he still wants me to) on the Technodrome In Labor scenes. My time in front of the terminal is limited (hey! You try typing with a child strapped to you 25/8!) but I'll do what I can.
Scott! Call/email/smoke signal me, ya big poopyhead! You lie! You never called! I get this feeling you don't luv me anymore!!
And thanks for all the congrats- and James, if you need a place to hide when Scott comes for you, the space behind me is vacant.
-Stephica
"Get me that epidural NOW!"
"You heard her! Quick, before her head spins around again!"
[sarcasm] Yeah. It's not like I've ever been put on the spot before online. [/sarcasm] ^_^
Yeah yeah, I beat the Technodrome to the delivery room and gave birth to my second child on the 16th. Now, only 8 more to go before I have my army of Mini-Mes and I can take over the world! OHOHOHOHOHO!!
She said it before, and I'll say it again now. Call her Queen Stephica, puny mortals.
*ahem*
Seriously, I'm recovering but we are just fine- I'm looking forward to reading the final product of CotN and working with Scott (if he still wants me to) on the Technodrome In Labor scenes. My time in front of the terminal is limited (hey! You try typing with a child strapped to you 25/8!) but I'll do what I can.
Of course I want you to work with me on the Technodrome scene. ^_^
Thing is, though, that I haven't had an ounce of creative juice in my body this entire week (must be a Self-Extraction thing; the same thing happened to Wanderer when his part was coming due). So I haven't written an ounce of ANYTHING save the occasional email. But after a weekend in Bakersfield with my goofy (in a good way) brother and seeing an old college friend of mine, I suspect that the old scribble-power will return to me in time for me to kick some fiction ass.
Scott! Call/email/smoke signal me, ya big poopyhead! You lie! You never called! I get this feeling you don't luv me anymore!!
I was planning on calling you on Sunday. This week has been all about watching my free time just rocket by and mutter, "How the hell did THAT happen?!?"
And if you think that's bad, I wrote a letter to a friend of mine last Sunday and have yet to actually mail the damn thing. @_@;;;
This week is going by on warp-speed, I tell you. ;_;
And thanks for all the congrats- and James, if you need a place to hide when Scott comes for you, the space behind me is vacant.
James? Hide from me? Oh, nonononono... I figured that, after his wisecrack, you might try to demonstrate/compare to him about how torturo... er... terrific and painf... er... pleasant the childbirthing process can be. I ain't going to lay so much as a finger of malice on that loonie. ^_^
:: And thanks for all the congrats- and James, if you need a place to hide when Scott comes
for you, the space behind me is vacant.
Jesus Christ! Get me a bucket! The jokewriting part of my brain's flooding over! ;^_^;;
Must... think... something... else... ... ... ... okay, I'm done. Christ, that was *brutal*. ^_^;;
By the way, what's the little bundle of joy's name? Inquiring minds want to know. :)
And if you don't have one yet, we can certainly suggest one for you. Just... don't expect very good results. Unless you'd like to name your kid "Hol Horse" or "Wind Ninja Jubei" or something. :p
: James? Hide from me? Oh, nonononono... I figured that, after his wisecrack, you might try
to demonstrate/compare to him about how torturo... er... terrific and painf... er... pleasant
the childbirthing process can be.
As you just proved, we as males can't even *describe* it properly. I don't think there's any way she could *relate* it to us. ^_^
Though I do remember hearing it described once by somebody as "somewhat like getting caught in your zipper three times in a two-second period", so... ^_^;;
: I ain't going to lay so much as a finger of malice on that loonie. ^_^
Hee. I'm so lovable. ^^
Now if only I, you know, had that effect on *everybody*... ^^
By the way, what's the little bundle of joy's name? Inquiring minds want to know.
We decided on Alexander Kenneth. "Kenneth" eeked out "Scott" as the middle name because of my grandfather's failing health.
As you just proved, we as males can't even describe it properly. I don't think there's any way she could relate it to us. ^_^
Though I do remember hearing it described once by somebody as "somewhat like getting caught in your zipper three times in a two-second period", so... ^_^;;
Um... no, no that doesn't quite come close to what labor feels like. I've been trying to think of ways to adequately describe what I've been through twice now, and so far "Yeah! You try squeezing a watermelon out of your Mr. Happy!" has been the best I could come up with. Maybe working on the Technodrome scene will help... :P
-Stephica
"Forceps? We don't need no steenkin' forceps!"
As for pain, I've been told the only way a man can feel close is passing a gall stone the size of a grape. Taking into account a woman is theoretically made to stretch, and a man's urethra isn't, of course.
But I have no clue what either pain feels like, that's just what I heard.
I think it's supposed to be like to passing a kidney stone, and a fairly large one at that. Now THAT (if you leave out the size part), I've had some experience with--six times (the first five were the same stone, in the space of two months. Finally had to laser-drill the little horror.). I don't know how close it could come, because I was able to walk about a third of a mile from my apartment to the hospital on strikes one, three, and five (the second I simply endured for its two hours, and the fourth I "bought off" with Percocet).
My blessings to thee and thy offspring, Lady Stephica. Just warrant us that the young Alexander will be a perfect gentleman when he grows up...
>By the way, what's the little bundle of joy's name? Inquiring minds want to know.
>And if you don't have one yet, we can certainly suggest one for you. Just... don't expect
very good results. Unless you'd like to name your kid "Hol Horse" or "Wind Ninja Jubei" or
something.
SCENE!
[A playground. Young Wind Ninja Jubei, Stephica's son, is playing with a Tonka Toy.
Wait, they don't have those much anymore? Screw it. Tonka Toy it is. Enter Big Mean Bullypeople.]
BMB#1: Hey, Wind Ninja Jubei! You've got a goofy name and I want your truck!
WNJ: Sorry, I was just looking for the road to get to...
[BMB#2 swipes a stick in WNJ's direction, but being WNJ, he jumps over it.]
WNJ: Don't you think we can talk about this?
[BMB try and hurt our hero. But they fail. Because they're not Wind Ninjas. WNJ picks up a piece of bark and throws it into the air, then picks a cunningly concealed piece of wire leading to his truck. Using the wire he waves the truck around his head, intimidating or defeating the Big Mean Bullypeople.]
WNJ: And if that's not enough for you, I can call in my brother and sister!
[WNJ's younger brother and sister, Hol Horse and Ayane (Hey, Burghy might've seen the hypothetical naming thread) jump in and pose a little.]
END SCENE!
Sorry. Reflex. Hey, this'd be a neato thing to break out at the lil' sproglet's 21st party. ^_^
WNJ's younger brother and sister, Hol Horse and Ayane
Well, the "sproglet" (what the HELL is a sproglet?) has an older sister, Waffle House Princess. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Fear her Mad Wind Waffle Eating Skeelz. Oh, and her remarkable ability to endear herself to any male in a 20 mile radius. Just ask Scott. (Hey! She's not my little clone for nothing!)
-Stephica
"You're joking, right? We aren't REALLY naming him Peubert..."
He e-mailed this to me a few days ago, and I thought I'd put it up where everyone could see and appreciate it.
I'm a big fan of MST 3000, and when I found it on your site, I was
overjoyed. I thought Nemesis was the funniest thing I have come in contact
with since, well, MST 3000: The Movie.
And just to mess up your day, To- I mean, Wandy...
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Here's what we got so far of the Script scene. I need our resident victims to give their input.
>(Our Heroes think the movie's over, and make their first escape attempt. It works.)
>
>Suddenly, the music blares out of the speakers of that
>from SSF2T "Here Comes a New Challenger"
>
>Ryoga: This movie isn't over yet
>
SAMAS whipped around at a voice he immediately recognized. His hand drew a gun that would've looked more at home on Vidstudent's wall. Or a Gundam.
SAMAS: YOU! What do you want?
Jumpy almost leapt at him, but SAMAS pressed a button on the arm of his chair, activating the Sidekick-B-Good MK II restraining collar. The cannibal did a very nice impression of a Holloween Skeleton costume.
SAMAS: Start talking, or he gives you a severe carpet shock.
>Ryoga: I just happen to have the missing reels to
>Curse of the Nightmare
If SAMAS had eyebrows, they would've twitched hard enough to give him whiplash. Then he remembered what he was doing. And those poor fools thought they were getting away...
(Heroes, still enjoying their freedom, hear a sound coming from underground:)
"Diglettdigdiglettdigdiglettdigdiglettdig...."
"TRIOTRIOTRIO!"
(The ground drops out from under them, sending them sliding down a tunnel. A group of Diglett and Dugtrio Pokemon carry them up the other end of the tunnel, and back into the theater.)
SAMAS: Ah, there you are! It seems that someone is here with a message for you.
>Ryoga: If you're in pain now, you'll be in more pain
>after this, because I'm Back, on the Attack!
>
>(Ryoga leaves, to the character defeated music of
>SSF2T)
>
>(more conversation)
>
Well, it took me about that much when I realized that me trying to write in all the words for everyone would be stupid, so I've left it for the others to add in their parts.
Ya know the 'Weebo' thing in CotN? I'm not positive, but I think that's based on 'Flubber'. There was a robot with a woman's voice that the Professor had, and I think it was called 'Weebo'. Chalk up yet another crossover...
A nice note from Keith Palmer, regarding the "Undocumented Features" MiSTing.
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>I noticed your note on the new SVAM message board that your group's
>Mystery Octagon Theater has dibbed the second instalment of
>Undocumented Features. As the person who wrote the MSTing of the
>first part, to what seems to have been the slight amusement of others
>in the anime MSTing scene, I thought I should just send you a small
>note of encouragement. I hadn't really thought about doing another
>UF MSTing; the next chapters were even larger for a solo effort, and
>some of the specific injokey excess that I pitched my riffs towards
>dropped out (although surely to be replaced by other excess...)
>
>I don't have any intention of asking to be included. Not only would
>I not wish to impose myself on your group; I'm not sure I could fit
>in. At the moment, I'm just working on trying to finish the
>preliminary riffing on my own second MSTing. However, if you're
>looking for an outside prereader who might take it on himself to
>suggest a few riffs, I can offer my services that way.
And a second message, which mildly contradicts the first...
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First of all, I'd just like to say "hi" as I make a posting in person.
After getting a response from Thomas Wilde, I began to reconsider attempting to contribute to the MSTing. As he said, Undocumented Features 2 is big enough for everybody. I've downloaded a fresh copy of UF 2, and I've managed to think of a few riffs on observation of the massive amounts of angst and WAFF.
However, I'm still not quite sure as how to contribute them. I've studied some of the messages on this board and noted how the riffs accumulate. However, I don't see myself as a very good judge of character, so I'm not quite sure as how to assign the riffs I've thought of to MOT characters. The simplest solution would seem to be to contribute the riffs without attaching them to a name, and let one of the regulars decide who they best fit (if at all), but that almost seems like the easy way out. Still, if I can help in any way, I'd like to.
The way I see it, the more shoulders we can dump this thing on, the easier it will be. ^_^ Assinging unnamed riffs would be just fine... it seems like a natural progression of suggesting riffs that one sees but doesn't feel can do justice.
See, the original scene is that the plane containing the protagonist, Yossarian, went down messily after getting absolutely blasted.
When Yossarian wakes up, he's being screamed at through the radio by a panicked young man screaming for somebody to help the bombadier.
Yossarian points out that he is the bombadier.
The man at the other end screams for him to come help. Yossarian gets out of the cockpit and goes down into the plane to find another young man, Snowden, lying in a puddle of his own blood.
"I'm cold," Snowden says. "I'm cold."
"There, there. There, there," Yossarian says, trying to keep him calm. "There, there."
(This dialogue repeats itself throughout the entire scene.)
Yossarian spots a large wound on Snowden's leg and begins applying a tourniquet. The young man - not Snowden, the one who was screaming for help - had fallen unconscious, and when he woke up he looked at Snowden's wounded leg and fainted.
Yossarian, after having considerable difficulty, finally finishes the tourniquet. He steps back to admire his work, and notices a small reddish stain under the armpit of Snowden's flak suit.
He opens the suit to see what happened - and the entire contents of Snowden pour out of his side, out of a foot-long tear in his body that was created by a large chunk of flak. The book describes, in great detail, all of Snowden's parts on the floor - his liver, his heart, his stomach with the food he had eaten earlier still visibly inside it and undigested - and Yossarian, understandably, throws up a great deal.
"I'm cold," Snowden says weakly.
"There, there," Yossarian replies.
So the rest of the book spends a great deal of time reflecting on this, to show us exactly how it was that Yossarian's mental state became so fucked up.
