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Every TV show has a fandom. Every TV show with more than a few fans online gets fanfics written. Mystery Science Theater 3000 is no exception. An MST3K fanfic takes some story, or spam, or anything else that's written, and treats it like it was one of the bad movies watched on MST3K, the real show. Hence, MiSTings. Many, many, many of them are kept at Mike Neylon's Web Site Number Nine, under special pressurized conditions that allow a lot of them to be stored in close proximity without detonating.
Now, something to remember about every TV show getting a fandom, is that shows that you might not expect get surprisingly strong fandoms. In particular, the Sonic The Hedgehog cartoon has quite a few fans who will write as many fanfics as they can share with their community. More than you'd think you could find are stored in well-maintained skyscrapers and financial institutions throughout the world.
Not unlike peanut butter and chocolate, or sodium and chlorine gas, these two disparate tastes combine to make something that's remarkably addictive and probably very seriously bad for you if taken in significant quantities. Here is probably enough to make you notice just how much free time there is, on the Internet.
A word of warning. Warning.
If you take the Sonic the Hedgehog series, comic books, video games, or fandom very seriously, you should think twice before reading these, which are at heart very long strings of cheap shots and easy jokes made at the show's expense, and then go away without reading any of them. It'll just hurt yourself if you don't. If you take Mystery Science Theater 3000 very seriously, you've probably missed the point.
And one more caution: I, Joseph Nebus, have only assembled this page, and in some cases (namely, those not tagged as being by another writer) written episode summaries or descriptions of host segments. I do not write all the MiSTings on this page, in fact, I don't even come close to writing them all. I haven't got nearly the time or talent demanded for that much. Oftentimes it's hard enough just keeping track of what other people have written. One other thing I do not do is archive them; they are kept by Michael Neylon, a devoted MST3K fan who stores many MiSTings, of Sonic and many, many other genres, at Web Site Number Nine, which is where you should send any of your MiSTings. I don't have the time, space, or energy to archive them; fortunately, he has, at least, the space.
So while I appreciate the comments sometimes sent me that various MiSTings are great, it's not fair to the many talented people who write the vast majority of these.
While strolling through a field one day, Ryan Huber, who happens to be the author, is hit by a comet and transported to the world of Sonic the Hedgehog. Once there, he tries to join up with the Freedom Fighters attempting to overthrow the evil Dr. Robotnik; he nearly has a romantic moment or two with Sandra Nightweaver, who's evil, but not really that into it; he proves his loyalty to the Freedom Fighters by being captured repeatedly; a villain named for a telecommunications company lets him go; his finger turns into a laser gun; and he develops the ability to shapeshift at will. Also, there's a raccoon and a walrus in the story, although they may be a walrus and raccoon instead.
Host Segments.
Segment Two. Inspired by the story, Joel and Crow build
a time machine. Tom tries it out.
Stinger: A moment of reflection by Sandra Nightweaver.
Reflections:
This is my first MiSTing (and, so far as can be determined, the first Sonic MiSTing). I think it's a fairly decent story; certainly no disastrous abuses of the English language are found, and while it's a familiar plot with a couple of potholes, there's nothing to make you run screaming from the room.
Quite a few people have read the story and thought they had read it before, only to find they were wrong. This has happened to enough folks that I'm willing to speculate that this is an archetypical first fanfic, in the literal sense of archetypical.
Also, Ryan Huber is a really nice person who has been an incredibly good sport about a lot of really cheap jokes made at his story's expense, so if you should see him around the Internet, please be kind and thankful to him.
Note that this MiSTing was written well before episode #903, in which Crow and Tom tried to get Mike to become "Coatimundi Man." If you're the sort of person who insists on tying everything in the universe into some battered semblance of a continuity, you could read this invention exchange as raising Crow and Tom's awareness of coatis enough that years later, they got a host sketch out of it. But that's getting pretty silly, overall. -- JN.
Tormented by Destiny, who it turns out is less one of those ancient Greek gods than she is Monty Hall doing a satellite TV Dish commercial, young Keith (who happens, by a wild coincidence, to be the author), decides to give up the horrid prospect of a life in Seattle for joining Sonic the Hedgehog's counterrevolution against the evil yet somewhat ineffective Dr. Robotnik. Once there, he gets sort of attacked by some completely useless Freedom Fighters, and he teaches us all a little something about prejudice. Also he gets a computer plugged into his arm, becomes a raccoon, discovers girls, and threatens to produce the computer equivalent of a sneeze, which we're told would be a bad thing. Also he saves the day and evokes memories of The Dukes of Hazzard, which actually went on the air before author Keith Aksland was born, which is a thought that makes me feel old. Musical numbers and what feel like about seventy-nine epilogues included.
Host Segments.
Stinger: An attempted plot point leaks out.
Reflections:
After reading my MiSTing of "The Newcomer," Keith Aksland, whom I'd known for the better part of a year already, asked me to go over his Sonic story. I agreed; it took longer and was harder than I thought. Frankly, I worried that I'd used up all my good Sonic jokes on "The Newcomer," and at a couple of patches I had to just put the story away for a while. (Some of this was because the Premier Marquis group MiSTing came up and had a tight deadline for inclusion.) Following its posting, another person asked me to look at his Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic for MiSTing. Somehow I feel I'm not making any net progress.
This is the first story in a series of stories by Keith, which in their later stages leave the Sonic continuity behind and try to be better stories. I don't know if I or anyone else will ever get to them.
This MiSTing began as a Mike script. It only changed to a Joel script at the request of Keith and because some of the extended interchanges among the Brains (specifically the ongoing intelligence/cookie saga) seemed to fit Joel better. Most of it changed over seamlessly, but the jokes about Wisconsin, George Jetson needing a union, and Joe Don Baker (originally an explicit Mitchell reference) hint at the original setting. -- JN.
Did you know that if Senator and long-retired astronaut John Glenn gets the chance to fly on the space shuttle, it will prove that Adolph Hitler wasn't nearly as bad as everybody thinks he is? Neither does the writer of this short. Mike Tyson figures into it somehow.
The peaceful, friendly, ferret planet of Ferretara is invaded by evil purple ferrets from space who send in nasty robots to cause all sorts of off-camera mayhem. Meanwhile -- get ready for a plot twist -- FX, a young, genial character representing the author has his boring, dead-end job interrupted by a magical meteorite that he gets to tamper with, which gives him awesome yet strangely useless superpowers.
When Ferretara's army's one-day-long recruitment drive fails to produce enough volunteers, they decide to send away FX and girlfriend Liz to the distant planet of Mobius seeking help from the tiny band of counterrevolutionaries who aren't making any progress on their war for survival either. As soon as FX and Liz leave, the Ferretarans achieve complete, total, and suspiciously instant victory over the evil purple ferrets, though word of the peace doesn't get to FX until after the Standard Sonic Fanfic Raid On Robotropolis, Class Two (Girlfriend Gets Zapped) is done. FX suggests he and Liz stay on Mobius and the Ferretarans are more than happy to let them.
Host Segments.
Segment Five. We get to talk to FX, who's doing all right
for himself. Pretty much.
Stinger: Tails gets excited.
Reflections:
This is the story I got asked to MiST after Altered Destiny was done. I was impressed at the use of details in the story, since not a single one of them actually matters to the outcome of the story. We never even get to see one character's superpower. And I am suspicious about the major crisis, Ferretara's invasion, being solved immediately upon FX and his girlfriend getting way, way out of the way. Are we sure Ferretara wasn't just trying to get rid of FX and Liz?
Oh, and for a question you never considered asking, who is Miles Seligman? Well, that's a wonderful question, and I'd love to explain all about it, but it would force me into Longwinded Geezer Mode to explain and is way too self-indulgent even for a web page. Feel free to contact me if you really want to know, or just accept things as they stand now, which would be fine, since I'm kind of slow about answering my email most of the time anyway.
As a side note, when I wrote the MiSTing of the short, the idea of returning John Glenn to space looked dead as the Dyna-Soar. -- JN.
What was with that short? It kept talking like an auctioneer about nothing. I went to an auction once, my parents took me. It was so long and pointless, even though he kept talking like a motorboat. Motorboats are kinda fun. You have to be careful, though. Always wear a life jacket. But why are they always so orange? Orange is an okay color, like for Nickelodeon, but it just seems a bit unoriginal to have orange on every life jacket. Oranges, for me, are just too sour to eat. I can drink the juice if you take the pulp out; I just like my food and drink to be a consistent texture. While on the subject of texture, I once had wallpaper that was just so rough. You could almost cut your hand on it... Well, as I was saying, never ramble. It just gets so annoying. -- JB.
The author is the same George Ettinger who's done the MST3Kings of Bunnie Rabbot and Uncle Bob Returns. -- JN.
Did you know Sonic fans get to hate some of the Sonic characters too? At the very least, some appear to have very strong feelings about a skunk in the comic books called Geoffrey St. John. In fact, George Ettinger (FXFerret) has devoted a whole story to explore the theme that he really hates Geoffrey St. John.
Anyway. There's nobody in so much trouble as a regular show character who's hated by the fanfic author. After a brief, unpleasant encounter that might actually have been an understated mugging in a Robotropolitan alley, Geoffrey turns to a life of crime, stealing secrets of Knothole village and passing them on to the evil Robotnik, never suspecting that he's being watched by the vigilant eye of FXFerret (who fortunately knows Geoffrey isn't working as a double agent for Knothole and passing faulty information). At least he didn't suspect until FX and Sonic ran into him in the midst of Robotnik's lair, said they expected to find him there, and hit him.
Somehow Geoffrey is then able to outsmart everyone in Knothole Village and paint FX and Sonic as the true evildoers; naturally, this works up until the climax of the story, in which it is revealed that nobody's able to outsmart a determined fanfic author-avatar. After some explosions and falling towers and the like, Geoffrey accidentally blows himself up.
Host Segments.
Conclusion. How do you think Geoffrey's dad feels about this story?
Stinger: What does an author live for?
Reflections:
This was the first group MiSTing in which I've been the editor. I suppose it worked out okay, although on the whole I didn't enjoy the experience. Matt Miller and Corwyn Kalenda were perfectly fine to work with, mind you; I just didn't like picking through several texts and putting the riffs together, and I don't think our comic styles blended together very well. A determined reader could probably pick out who contributed exactly what lines. -- JN.
The unthinkable is happening. Precious Kabuki is being hunted by the strange and terrifying Wandering Psycho. Don't know who Kabuki is? We don't either. Sorry. The only clue to what's going on is a set of tickets to the opera offered by the Wandering Psycho. Despite Antoine's enthusiasm, they follow this lead.
The story moves to Maxl and Tracker, a pair of pretty dumb badgers who really ought to be in middle school or be roboticized or something. They seem to just be hanging out like it's the Presidents Day school holiday. They take a break from fighting to watch "Password Plus" and "Card Sharks" and snicker at the screen.
Kabuki comes out of a comatose state to reveal that she knows the Wandering Psycho: it's Maxl's alter ego. She also reveals that she knows Maxl: She once came upon a single badger who kept running into a tree and, in trying to kill him, caused him to split into Maxl, Tracker, and an evil green badger named Jade. See, they were all fused into one body for whatever reason.
So everybody goes to the opera house, which it turns out is the most impregnable structure on Mobius, where Jade launches goofy and pointless attempts to stop Maxl and Sonic and the, uhm, good guys. Kabuki gets killed, so she has to go back to the starting point of the level and ends up stuck with Bunnie and Antoine.
Finally, Maxl sneezes, causing Jade to disappear into another dimension and for himself to become marginally less stupid and annoying. Maxl and Tracker are invited into the Freedom Fighters, but turn them down, because they feel they need to learn more about their astounding powers and besides "Press Your Luck" is coming on.
Host Segments.
Stinger: Antoine likes the opera.
Reflections:
This was my big return, my first Sonic MiSTing in a couple of years -- I'd done some cartoon, some comic book, and some Stephen Ratliff stuff instead, most of it as part of a collaboration -- and it turned out everybody hated this one.
OK, that exaggerates, slightly, but about all I heard from people were that they were disappointed or that they expected better from me. I even swapped e-mails with one guy who thought it was boring, and he couldn't pin down anything particularly wrong; just didn't like it. I started to look somewhat seriously about retracting it and re-editing it, to rerelease when it was funny again, but I got busy and most of the individual lines seemed funny to me so I couldn't say what should be changed or not and ultimately that would just take a lot more time than I wanted to give it so here, it's staying like it is.
Like it is, by the way, won MiSTing award nominations for: Best Solo Misting, Best Overall Riffing, Best Single Riff ("just because they're trapped in a desperate struggle for survival against a crushing worldwide war machine doesn't mean they can't maintain a very active theater community"), Best Host Segment (Tom Servo's editorial on Richie Rich), Best Characterization of Standard MST3K Characters, Best Author, and Worst New Character (Jade), which ties it with the nominations for "Blood and Metal". So there.
On later questioning, Stephen Tramer admitted he couldn't figure out how Kabuki escaped certain death in the story, and suspects it may be just a continuity error, which hurts the resale value of this story.
Tom Servo's references in his editorial are all of course scrupulously accurate, and if you ever visit my apartment I can show you the original comic books. Call first.
The Big-Time Wacky Forced-Fun Comedy Improv Ha-Ha Revue is based loosely on a California improv club called "ComedySportz" or something like that that I went to back in 1998, which had two teams competing in various short improv sketches. They did indeed have a wall of "retired" references that the audience couldn't call out anymore, as they explained at the start of the night. Despite that a few people did call out retired references, including ones (Oprah and Elvis, I think) cited as examples of retired references. Antidisestablishmentarianism, remarkably, was not retired, but it was called out during the night.
In any case the sketch fairly well summarizes my disenchantment with improv comedy as anything more than a practice exercise for comic actors in training. Anything can happen, but most of the time, it won't. -- JN.
The Authors Speak:
I'm sorry I wrote this. For years I looked around to find the one person who could MiST it adequately as punishment for my sins (I even tried myself, to no avail), and after bothering Joseph for around two years, he finally agreed. That probably affected the quality, and I'm still deeply sorry for writing it.
But on a more interesting note, this story actually has some history behind it -- Thad and I were bored one weekend, and under the influence of Mountain Dew, decided to create a stupid Sonic fanfic based on people we knew from the Local BBSes (if we were doing it today, it would have undoubtably been based on the people we knew from Internet BBSes and the Portal of Evil forums - but I digress).
Badgers we picked because, for some reason, Thad assumed that was the kind of creature that would have a Movie Brooklyn accent. There are more FF6 references than I can count, which makes this a good one to play along at home with -- and I kept around a a clean copy for those of you who feel like doing it.
Also of note is "The Prequel Menace" sketch, which I thought was absolutely great -- because if I remember right (and I probably don't) it sounds like some kind of backstory explanation which either Thad or I came up with -- or potentially both of us. Something similar, anyway, and I liked it. It's easily the best part of this whole thing.
Even more frightening are the forthcoming sequels that I wrote, which Joseph is also MiSTing. They're much, much worse. Much worse. I can read Jaded Views, but I still can't read those stories, and I wish they would just go away most of the time.
But hey, it seemed like a good idea when we wrote it -- then again, we were twelve. Who could imagine?
I'll shut up now, to let Thad say his peace. And show you all that my writing style really hasn't improved over the years by inviting you all to a not-for-children web page where most of my writing these days goes. -- SPT.
Steve grabbed me in a chokehold when I suggested badgers ... and now look at him.
Just thought that bore reiteration.
Incidentally, he choked me because the badger was the mascot of our junior high school. That's the other thing nobody seems to want to point out: Steve and I were twelve when we wrote this. Hardly worth the effort Joseph put into it ... but again, Steve asked him to, so it's not really his fault.
Incidentally, I think it bears note that the copy used in the MiSTing contains a slightly different legality section from the final version. I was quite impressed when Joseph pointed out that I'd made an error in editing and switched haphazardly between "I" and "we" in one paragraph ... up until I finally unearthed a copy of the finished version and found that I'd actually caught it before releasing it to the public. Oh well. An HTML version, complete with a newly-added list of the slight difference between the "official" version and the MiSTing, is available on my page.
Anyhow, an average MiSTing of an average fic. Good for killing time. -- TB.
For the record, I knew -- from Stephen Tramer's age, and the age of the story -- that it was written when they were somewhere in the sixth-to-eighth grade range, and tried to include comments to reflect that knowledge both overtly ("The Prequel Menace" assigns them to "Mitrofan Ivanovich Nedelin Junior High School") and covertly (Mrs. Falvo, mentioned in one riff, was one of my middle school teachers). In any case I think most readers figured, or desperately prayed, the story wasn't written by fully grown men. -- JN.
In "Star Fleet Academy: A New World," Richard Story and his compatriot John Peterson outline their proposal for a new Star Trek series. After providing Starlog-style summaries of their personalities, the first few minutes of script play out, with Picard discovering a cadet is chewing gum in class, and Dr. Claw blowing up the Enterprise.
In this tender Marrissa Picard story, Marrissa reports the tragic death of Anupum Chagnon, disposable redshirt first class, to the strangely undernamed Mrs. Chagnon (Mr. Chagnon isn't mentioned in any way, so we can only assume Anupum was born parthenogenically and 'Mrs.' is a first name). It's distinctly not bad and Marrissa doesn't do anything goofy or improbable, but since it is a Marissa Picard story regulations require making fun of it, so: Tom and Joel and Crow can't keep Anupum's name straight and it's wacky.
A really long mess. In the sequel to "Jaded Views", and technically three stories rammed together, Jade reappears from the void to keep her appointment with some guys named Karl and Crotswurth. An irritant named BoB (or to me, Bob) claims to be a salesman and proves it by pulling a Volkswagon Beetle out of his briefcase.
Jade steals some jades so she and Crotswurth can destroy the universe and then take out their revenge on Maxl and Tracker, which seems to me to be taking things in the wrong order. Anyway, the project will take 72 hours to destroy the universe and there you have the title for this saga.
Karl and Crotswurth have some falling out and Karl goes off and warns Maxl and Tracker. Maxl and Tracker team up with Bob to make fun of Sonic and then time travel in a machine known as The Seventy-Two Hours and there you have the title for this saga.
After spending several weeks trying to figure out how to press the one button it has, Maxl finds himself in the past, where he ineffectively attacks Crotswurth and Antoine's sword shapeshifts into somebody named Kate Chaos who doesn't seem to have anything to do with anything and soon disappears.
So, in the present, Jade and Crotswurth figure they can take control of all the alternate histories of Mobius to throw everything into a state of higgledy-piggledy and destroy the Universe so they can rule it, so Jade gets Crotswurth a bionic arm with plasma cannon attachment which he uses to attack her, don't ask me why. Jade gets a big hole blown through her chest, and doesn't care.
Bob reveals he's really a nigh-omnipotent creature looking in on the battle between good and evil but forbidden to interfere in any way except by giving Maxl the time machine and the hints about what he has to do to beat Crotswurth, who's by the way using bionic limbs and plasma cannons that Bob provided and suddenly it's three years or five years in the future and Maxl the time-traveling hero has to save Mobius from Crotswurth and his future, Crotswurth-lackey, self before the universe-destroying machine, which is counting down the longest seventy-two hours in history, can destroy the universe and there you have the title for this saga.
So in the future Tracker and Karl and Jade are all rooting for Maxl to save the universe, but he's got an urgent appointment to pass out. Tracker, Karl and Jade try to pick up the torch and before long everybody's captured, though Bob does manage to shoot Crotswurth in the chest before he goes, which doesn't affect Crotswurth in any way.
Maxl wakes up, meets the annoying and badly accented Sven-Sven, who's whipped up a machine that will destroy the universe and needs only seventy-two hours to do it and there you have the title for this saga.
Crotswurth captures Maxl quickly and tells lackey Arrial that as a symbol of his trust in Arrial, Arrial can go ahead and set any of the prisoners free. Naturally, after setting Maxl free, Arrial returns to slice Crotswurth's skull in half, killing him for real this time.
Also featured are a lot of zany sidelines and wacky shenanegans and what looks like a personal attack of some kind on somebody who foolishly has written fanfiction based on an incorrect idea of the meaning of Sonic the Hedgehog.
Host Segments.
Stinger: Maxl annoys Sven-Sven.
Reflections:
Does this story sound like a lot to you? It sounds like a lot to me, too, and after riffing it to within an inch of my life and reading it carefully to get the plot for you, I'm still not sure that I have it all.
The time-travel method of the author forgetting what year he said it was is employed here, and according to Stephen Tramer the little incident where Crotswurth is shot in the chest in one scene and then appears unharmed in the next is itself one of those pesky little continuity errors he didn't realize were in there. Ditto for Jade's remarkable recovery.
My overall impatience with the forced-fun school of humor through wacky words comes across here, particularly at the approximately four thousand Editor's Notes that offer new annoying sidelines. Also returning are jokes about how bad the story is, something I made a conscious effort to avoid in "Jaded Views" and possibly one of the reasons people thought it wasn't as funny as it could have been.
The "Star Fleet Academy: A New World" script was written by someone I've known via the Internet even longer than I knew Stephen Tramer, and he was glad to see it MiSTed finally; it'd been sitting in my "to complete" box for a year or so. Can you spot the line taken from The Jetsons in it?
I have no idea why Joel, Tom, and Crow keep mangling Anupum Chagnon's name, but it provided for a lot of lines made ever so marginally funnier than they otherwise would have been. In the host sketch after this, though, spot the references to "Cheers," "The Facts of Life," Plastic-Man, "Due South," Doonesbury, "The Mouse That Roared," and of course "Bosom Buddies" and you could win a prize, if you enter a contest.
Originally the fourth host segment, instead of a "World News Now" parody, was an odd and very static thing in which everybody was on camera describing what they were doing and shifting loyalties and planning to blow up the Satellite of Love and changing their minds and ordering ice cream and all that. It was very strange and hard to follow and despite looking random remarkably hard to edit. The effect was funny, maybe more because there wasn't really any normal way to react to it except laugh or be annoyed.
Stephen Tramer loved it, but I had a hard time convincing myself there was any particular funny moment anywhere in it, and so replaced it with a segment that was not likely to tax anybody's patience. Up to a day or two before publication, Crotswurth's comments in the World News Now sketch were provided by somebody playing Crotswurth in the Hex Field View Screen -- making the implied joke that the crank-calling kid was Crotswurth's son actually detectable to the audience -- but that seemed to be taxing the premise too much, and it left Crow without any part to play.
The sense of when any of these MiSTings take place is a naturally pretty garbled one, but this one has for me the feel of being an earlier episode -- somewhere around the second or the early third season. At least that's the energy and voice style I hear when I read the script; I don't know if that helps you any. -- JN.
The Author Speaks:
This is the most horrible, evil, amalgamated mess that ever existed. I will forever attone for it -- yet still, far into the future, when mankind has lost all hope, they will find this story and promptly decide to give up fighting whatever post-apocalyptic threat will devour our souls.
I also haven't ever read the story all the way through since I finished it. Yes, this includes the MiSTing -- although one day I'll overcome my fears and go through it all, mostly to assure myself that really, it isn't too horribly awful and could, in fact, even be tollerable in small doses. This excluding the awful explination of faster-than-light, of course, which Joseph did a good job of debunking. Children with minimal knowlege of special relativity usually do screw things up.
But now, on the lighter side, I have vague recollections of many things about this story -- the first of which is that while I was writing it, I knew how awful it was. I knew it was so dreadfully awful that I intentionally cut the last bit of the story ('Book' Three) short. I knew it was so awful that I begged, indeed, pleaded to Thad -- or, as I like to refer to him, 'that editor guy' -- to not post it where maybe ten or twenty people would see it after showing him the more-or-less final draft -- and the rat bastard put it up anyway, because he had written some other story that referenced it (I forget what, exactly, but it was surprisingly decent).
All the bleeping in the story? Yes, there was really that much swearing. Not only was I an ignorant teenager, but I also magically assumed that if there were enough of those words in the piece, it would magically transform from a slimy, ugly slug into a beautiful butterfly. Unfortunately I didn't realize slugs don't turn into butterflies.
For those of you who didn't catch it, a goodly chunk of the first story/book is directly related to a Frank Zappa song. If you can guess which one, then you should be proud of yourself and give yourself a sticker. I'm not sure how much else in the story is related to it, but my personal guess is a goodly chunk.
The evil bartender who kills somebody (which happens somewhere in the story, I think) was a character that I was intending to bring back for some other, even worse story that I wrote. Fortunately it never saw the light of day -- and it was even longer and more confusing than this one, and involved something along the lines of creating lots of new insanely powerful characters, who all promptly died for almost no reason. Fanfic is great.
Sven-Sven was a character that was also going to be used in a comic book that Thad and I were planning on getting around to Real Soon (circa 1996). Like most things we talked about, it never materialized, and humankind is probably better for it.
The character of Bob was, of course, meant to be an intentional direct ripoff of "Bob," the famed smug-looking pipe-smoking face that adorns all things SubGenius. This was probably partially inspired by some other Sonic fanfic -- which I also remember being as half-decent, if not actually really good -- where one of the characters was the much more obscurely named G'Brogfan, the Mystery God of the aforementioned pseudocult.
I have no idea why I feel compelled to share this, but I do -- as I remember it, the story of Girard's hair being on fire spawned from some sort of Star Trek related incident invloving a heater and a teddy bear, and the tragic idea of a seven-year-old kid that he could build a working teleporter. Since then, 'Girard' has become a popular verb among about five people to mean to light something on fire.
On to the plot! And what a plot it is. Believe it or not, this was actually intended to be part of a much, much larger series of stores, which would hopefully explain everything (for example, why this story makes absolutely no sense). I think that I conciously tried to forget what I had previously written as I wrote it, meaning that very little in the story is related to anything else. What I remember of what the story was supposed to be before I muddled it all up was, in fact, most of what occurs in the pretentiously-named 'Book' One: Heroic author-avatar saves universe through stupidity and deus ex machina, and of course, lots of harsh language.
The final irony -- only recently did I become brave enough to get over my horrible failures of previous writing and churn out entirely new and fortunately much shorter pieces of literature. Upon showing these to almost any person who is still breathing, the immediate response is 'you should get that published', and one day this might result in it actually happening. So remember my humble roots, children, because one day I might make five dollars by having a short story appear in some unknown literary magazine... but in the end, it wouldn't make this giant mass of words any better. -- ST.
Fairly simply, it's after the big battle, and Sonic and Sally are king and queen, inflicting pain upon the world with their spawn. They go out of the castle, go back in, then only one is remaining in the story. He joins another group which the Cloaked Figure is in, and Sonic gets choked by her. Mary, the cloaked figure, chokes Sonic and stuffs him in her backpack. They go and meander about for a while. Chuck and Tails track them, too. Mary's group stumbles through "Where Dead Bones Tell No Tale," and are stalked by foxes. A few new characters are introduced. Meanwhile, the bad guys are talking, and the "cloaked hedgehog" has been causing trouble for them. Sonic runs into him and finds out it's his dad. Whoop dee doo. "Scooter," Sonic's son, follows "Sero," another young hedgehog, to his home. We find out that Mary, although mentioned occasionally as Sero's mom, isn't his mom. Gasp! Anyway, Sero gives Scooter a projectile weapon. A surprisingly uninteresting fight occurs, and the bad guy dies. -- NC
Host Segments.
Stinger: Jonathan shows the limits of his endurance. Rather bizarre.
Reflections:
I had been attracted to Sonic MiSTing because of the excellent work of Joseph Nebus and Shay Caron. I don't think I've done as well as they have, but at least I tried my best. Good job, guys!
Also, I seem to have a subconscious attraction to fodder totally devoid of quotation marks. Almost all of the ones I've MiSTed have about three marks in all. Maybe it's a psychic thing. Maybe I'm just teetering on the brink of insanity.
You may notice that I didn't describe the story very well. It's because so many things happen in the story, and space limitations hurt, too! It's also just very uninteresting. I had to push myself extra hard to write a ton of this. -- NC
Bookshire begins with immediate self-insertion. And I mean immediate. He shows up in the fourth sentence, for crying out loud! However, he breaks the seventh Law of Self-Insertion by failing miserably at his task, said task being the breaking into of the "Robotropolis Main Computer Core", or RMCC as it isn't referred to in the story.
But I digress. (Oh, boy, do I ever digress.) This story really is one of Bookshire's ways of totally rewriting the history of Sonic the Hedgehog, for as we see after Sally and Bunnie enter the acid rain factory because Bookshire read about it after finally breaking into the RMCC because of something Sonic did or something, Bunnie gets captured and partly roboticized, except Sonic saves her.
(After a sentence that size, I need to start a new paragraph.) Bunnie ends up not blaming Sonic for not getting there sooner (you'd think he would, seeing as he's the "fastest thing alive"), and we all learn a little lesson about life. Yeah right. -- SAC.
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Reflections:
OK, it appears to me that Bookshire didn't like the official explanation for Bunnie Rabbot's limbs. While some of us would have written letters to the editor, Bookshire actually wrote a whole new robo-limb origin story. This, I believe, would be known as "retcon"ing if he worked for Sega or DIC or Archie or something. You have to admire his tenacity, though. I guess.
And a request for all "unknown" MSTies: if you see your MSTing here (or on Web Site Number Nine), please tell me (Shay Caron) or Joseph that it's yours. I hate it when I don't know something. -- SAC.
As a side note, I happened to know offhand who wrote this particular MiSTing so I could match it up with an author. We're not always going to be that lucky, so please, make sure you include your name with your MiSTings when you send them to Web Site Number Nine to be archived. Don't send them to me; I just do the episode guide (and life gets a lot easier if you write a description of your own 'episodes,' by the way). -- JN.
The Author Speaks:
First, it's not a bad MiSTing. I honestly don't read that many, but comparatively, I really liked this one. I got a couple of good laughs out of it. Like all my Sonic stories, this was written in the days when I used PICO on my ISP's UNIX systems (back in the day when they offered shell accounts) Which of course means, no spell check.
A lot of people though who come into the fandom after the classic authors faded into the background (myself, Dan Drazen, Joseph DeLaCriox, Shawn Walski, etc.) get the idea that I tried re-writing history with this one. However, that's not true at all. Back in my day (god, I sound old), when the comic was actually good to read and was mostly a silly, funny comic, and not an overblown, complex drama that's failed to follow where the Saturday Morning show left off, it was generally considered by everybody in the fandom, both among the original fanfic authors as well as our readers that the comic strip and the TV series were two completely seperate timelines.
I actually can't remember if this story was written before or after Bunnie's condition was explained in the comic... I think I wrote it in late '94 sometime... but, either way it was supposed to be a Saturday Morning fanfic and that's just what it was. In two seasons they never did explain what happened. I thought they would in the second season "Blast to the Past," but I guess they went in a different direction. Back then the comic was telling a completely different story, so frankly, nobody cared what it stated from a Saturday Morning viewpoint. The stuff was fun to read, but it wasn't regarded by anybody as the history of the Saturday Morning series.
Oh, and on the note of self-insertion. I suppose I set the ball rolling with fan created characters, at least among the old group of fans ('94 - '97), most of whom have moved on to bigger and better things, I'm sure. The thing is though, I didn't want my character to be the hero. I wanted a small part of myself to play a supportive role in the war on Robotnik, and that's just what Bookshire was. Never a hero, never the central focus... just a background character. Some people have to admit that's better than many authors do.
So many authors both then and now feel the only good fanfic is one where they thrust their own character into Sonic's world and immediately start being the hero. Admittedly, I make an exception for DeLaCriox's series of stories, but that's only because he never went under the pretense that they were supposed to be Sonic stories. They were stories about his character and he happened to use Mobius as a backdrop. Fanfics that claim to be Sonic fics, but have a fanmade character as the hero, though, generally are the kind I really dislike. -- BD.
We start off, cheerily enough, with Mecha Sonic X robotically assaulting the recurring yet unimportant Amy Rose. Although she's saved at the last minute by powerful aliens who've never before appeared in the Sonic universe, the conscience-stricken Mecha Sonic X is put on trial for rape and murder. It turns out, by the way, these aliens that rescued Amy are pretty much responsible for Robotnik gaining the technological secrets that let him throw his little evil coup and incidentally create child-molesting robots, but nobody gets worked up about that unpleasant little fact.
Back to the trial. Mecha's expert legal team consists of Phenix and David Davey "Contrivance Man" Kintobor Gonterman. Or maybe his legal team is Phenix and his judge is Gonterman. Or maybe Phenix is actually a character from the X-Men comic books who's in here because of a typographical error. In any case unimaginably goofy and hopelessly lost alien Gumby-robot Boing wanders in and cures Mecha of being evil. Despite this and a stirring defense from Marrissa Picard, Mecha is hung, just before those aliens return Amy. Luckily, hanging is a dumb way to try to kill a robot, Amy gets a lollipop and stops feeling about about her rape and near-murder, and this is pretended to be a happy ending for one and all.
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Stinger: Fertility makes everything better!
Reflections:
I really try to avoid commenting on the MiSTing, since this is supposed to be about the stories and what they do to the folks who read all the way through them, but this one demands special attention. Joel Lyles somehow formatted his MiSTing so that the text was cut off somewhere about the 80th character. And it's cut off exactly there, midword if need be, with an equals sign placed at the end of the line so that we know it's the end of the line.
The result is that I put off reviewing this MiSTing for the archive as long as possible. It was just needlessly hard to read. The problem is made slightly worse by the fact the quote marks are replaced by what in Joel Lyles' word processor are clearly Smart Quotes, the nice curled quotes. Unfortunately, in plain text -- and for all their flash and spin, web pages are plain text, with a few extras thrown in -- they come out as control codes, in this case the syllabic hash =91 and =92.
This can be overcome; a reader can work through and make all this readable. This does not mean the reader should. The reader's convenience is more important than the author's.
What I'm getting at, folks, is, please. Make sure your word wrap is sensible. Make sure you don't use Smart Quotes, Real Hyphens or any of the other characters that your word processor can do but that can't be represented in plain text, that can't be represented on the web. It requires some conscious thought -- or that you skip the word processor and fall back on a plain text editor like NEdit or BBEdit that can't do anything except plain text -- but your readers deserve it. -- JN.
King Acorn, deposed from the Mobian throne, is stuck in some crystalline world known as the Void. Despite it being a void, he runs into an old friend, but leaves when she turns out to be heavily accented. Later, he runs into another old acquaintance, who kindly helps him deal with the silence by giving King Acorn the power to turn into rock candy at will. In the meantime, nothing happens.
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Stinger: Just some talk.
Reflections:
Could we please, please, please ask fanfic writers to declare a moratorium on representing accents in text? While they can help establish a character and give a greater sense of realism, they only do work if you're Mark Twain or George Herriman, and dreadfully few of us are these days. And wouldn't it be more effective to try to simulate the different vocabularies and grammars that make up an accent anyway? Sure, it's subtler, but -- at least in my experience -- it's much more effective if you assume your reader has a good ear for the language.
As long as we're talking about overdone accents, by the way, might I just pose a general question of when random 'eh's became the hallmark of a Canadian accent? From the Canadians I do know in real life, there's sometimes the suggestion of an eh at the end of a sentence, but just that, a suggestion. I'm able to mimic it much more accurately if I think the syllable but refrain from consciously saying it. Anyway, my hunch is that it comes about from all those wonderful Bob and Doug McKenzie sketches on SCTV back about 20 years ago. At the very least, I can't find comic sketches that use excessive 'eh's that predate that. Anyone have anything?
There's actually a good story struggling to get out of 'Inside the Void,' although it made me painfully aware of how perfectly Cordwainder Smith would have told this tale. Not that this is inherently A.M. Fleury's fault; altogether too few of us are Cordwainder Smith these days, too. -- JN.
There's no need to fear; Underdog is here!
Well, no, that's a lie. Actually, Sailor Moon is here. She and her collection of hard-to-distinguish friends detect the Negaverse making moves against Mobius, although they're not actually there or doing anything yet. So, they decide to use their freshly-invented time machine/universe transporter/whatever it is gadget to go over there (incidentally leaving the earth unprotected in case it's a Negaverse trick) and check things out. They manage to break just about every one of their bones and pull all their muscles in the crash landing, just in time for the Mobians to notice, extremely slowly, that Princess Sally was kidnapped.
In various ways the Mobians demonstrate their complete helpless inability to do something about the kidnapping by the badnasty jumpjump from Sailor Moon, and have to depend on the Sailor Moon characters somehow combining their powers to overcome their weakened state... oh, forget it. There's some explosions near the end.
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Stinger: A button is pushed.
Reflections:
The Sailor Moonies seem to get very freaked out by the notion of talking animals in the Mobian world. Now, I grant hopping through dimensions will cause some disorientation, but don't they technically speaking hang out with a couple of talking cats all the time anyway? And they are visiting somebody else's universe; isn't it just rude to keep harping on the differences? Particularly since humans -- which the various Sailors were last I heard -- have something of a bad reputation on Mobius? I know when I visited Europe I didn't go around saying to people, "Hey! You're a talking German!" or "Hey! You're a talking Switzerlandanianer!", if that's even a word, and I'd have to hope that a similar courtesy would be extended to cross-dimensional visits. -- JN.
Ever think that one Sonic was really all that the world needed? This story seeks to prove you right, as mysterious and hard-to-explain creatures employ dimensional portals, chaos emeralds, ancient mirrors, and everything else you can imagine to make a whole bunch of new Sonic-like clones and evil twins and robot forms and rag dolls and corn muffins and I don't know what else.
All this work seems to fool some of the Mobians; even the ordinarily sharp Antoine seems confused. Or maybe that's just me reading my feelings into it, because there are a lot of scenes where Sonic-like characters are described and we're supposed to pick up on which version is which by subtle cues that completely escape me. If there were only some way of distinguishing between characters in a story -- say, if they were assigned names to be used in association with the actions and dialogue of the characters -- it might have turned out very differently indeed from whatever does happen.
At least one of the several hundred Sonics eats chili dogs, and some stuff gets blasted with lasers and Robotnik gets beamed down to the surface of the planet Gideon where he finds he's on an exact duplicate of the starship Enterprise except everybody on it is mising and Sonic ends up dating his robot twin and oh, there's the end and not a minute too soon.
Host Segments.
Stinger: You have much to learn.
Reflections:
This story was really hard to follow. Between the attempted drama of putting four nearly identical characters on screen and the long passages in which we're not given clear hints as to who's who, where they are, or what they're doing, the whole story takes on this dreamlike air that keeps it from ever really building suspense.
And that climax! Look fast, or you'll miss it, overshoot, and get lost in a series of well-padded resolution scenes.
Chili dogs show up again, and despite heroic efforts don't figure into the plot. -- JN.
It's Holloween Spirits meets Fanfic of Ray Rabbit! Sonic, the hero he is, sits on the couch and watches TV all day. He suddenly gets hit by a missile, which causes him to IRC with someone next door. I wish I was kidding you.
Robots attack the village... actually they walk in, and stand there. Robotnik has stolen FurryMTV and threatens to bring Over the Top back on the air. Sonic rushes into action! While Tails creates a new swear word, Sonic battles a commercial break. I wish I was kidding you. Robotnik falls out a 5000 story window, but apparently bounces to safety, while the building, of course, explodes. This, obviously, inspires the Freedom Fighters to look for jewelry. While Bunnie takes a few hours to describe the crystals, a big robot appears, which is destroyed immediately.
Five years later, they're still failing, Tails breaks out in Disco Fever, and they finally get around to getting rid of that Death Egg thingie waaaaaayy back from Altered Destiny. I wish I was kidding. Robotnik splurges and brings every bit of war technology to Knothole, which he apparently already knew the location of the whole time. He loses again. Poor dope.
Tons of Green Day and a tribute to the Lord of PEZ are also present. Be a-scared. -- JB.
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Stinger: Mountain "Due" and what does not make a hero.
Reflections:
Rarely is it a good sign when a story assures you that it's good. In fact, most genuinely good writing is apologetic about its quality; the author sends her or his regrets for not doing a better job at conveying whatever message or storyline was attempted. More than two-thirds of A Midsummer Night's Dream consists of the actors conveying, in one way or another, Shakespeare's deep sorrow that he didn't write something else, such as Tank Girl, instead. Nearly four reels of Duck Soup are just Groucho, Chico, Harpo, and that other guy effacing their storyline and sneaking into a Porky and Beans cartoon. It gets even more severe when you look outside the bounds of fiction; Robert Benchley's classic Treasurer's Report and Other Aspects of Community Singing is actually just three paragraphs of apology and then an entirely different book (in this case The Best Yo' Mama Jokes VIII) inside. These observations have nothing to do with this story, but neither does the story. -- JN.
The author of the fantastic Sonic Fights Robotnik and the sequel Sonic Fights Robotnik 6 admits that it'd be silly to have Sonic Fights Robotnik 52. So he writes a different story, in which Sonic fights Robotnik, but on his own time. Sonic and the gang join forces to start up a rock band. There's some sort of argument about finding Uncle Bob, whether or not he's there or whatnot, and then Sonic stops. Bob is found after his trailer blows up. Then it's the Robotnik Show again, this time starring Salma Hyek. Dulcy the dragon appears, and is immediately forgotten. Sonic's hut is again destroyed, and nobody cares.
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Stinger: Archie Comics is given permission.
Reflections:
After all this time, I have to confess: I have no idea who Uncle Bob is. I don't know who he's related to, or what species he is, or what he's supposed to do with the Freedom Fighters, or why anyone should care whether he returns or not, or by what means he should return. If you know, please write your explanation on a clean piece of 8 1/2 by 11 paper, fold it neatly four times, and mail it anonymously to the editor of a local newspaper. Repeat this several dozen times, each time mailing it to the same person but from a different town in your area, and see if and how it gets reported. -- JN.
Stick with me, here. This is one of those meta-MiSTings, in which somebody goes through a MiSTing another person wrote and adds new commentary to it, ridiculing the original story and the first attempt to ridicule that original story. Confused? Yeah, me too, not incidentally because the first MiSTing, the one now being ridiculed, is by the infamous Dr. Thinker, who writes in a language uncannily similar yet unmistakably alien to those known on Earth.
The Dr. Thinker part starts with Mike and the bots trying to name the TV shows various classic cartoon characters like the cast of "Sailor Moon" and the "Swat Kats" come from. Suddenly, Dr. Thinker calls and orders them to read -- tada! -- "When Worlds Collide," a Sailor Moon and Swat Kats crossover story, with the help of Diana, his female robot pal for the gang.
The crossover story starts with an explanation of who the characters in "Sailor Moon" are. This explanation lasts, by my watch, about as long as the Roman Empire did. After that rip-roaring opening, the Swat Kats go flying into the world of Sailor Moon. They go on to fight Malacite or Azorite or Menemonite or whoever those goofball villains from the Negaverse are. Finally, the Swat Kats leave. There's some kind of hint of a romance or something but don't ask me to explain it.
Finally, the Dr. Thinker part ends with the Satellite of Love running into a Sailor Moon voice-over. His stinger for the story is Razor helping Stardust (I don't really know) to her feet.
After an excessively long break, there's a sudden moment in which the question of "Why is this on a page of Sonic the Hedgehog MiSTings?" is finally answered with a little scene in which Robotnik gets dressed, bawls out Snively, and orders a time machine from room service and what do you know, it's over.
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Stinger: T-Bone is ordered to ease up a bit.
Reflections:
I think this is the first meta-MiSTing to get onto this page (there was another meta-MiSTing that had been on Web Site Number Nine before, but it had very little actual Sonic content and most of the work was the continuation of some flame war), and I think the text explains why. It's only the coloring of character names for the 'outermost' MiSTing that Mike Neylon helpfully offers that made it possible for me to follow the story at all. The exotic word formations Dr. Thinker tends towards didn't help me any.
What were Tom, Crow, and Gypsy building in that middle host segment there? I don't know; I think it might be related to the time machine that shows up in the last segment.
Still, the original story, "When Worlds Collide," is a crossover in the purest sense of the word. One set of characters falls into another set's world, and then leaves. You know pretty much exactly what you're getting with this.
Mostly I'm glad the scene of Robotnik getting dressed wasn't any longer. -- JN.
Alex Gariepy's pet cat Tigui gets to join the Mobian crowd this time. This, by the way, is the story from which a fragment was plucked for the odd ending of "MiSTed: When Worlds Collide."
Robotnik's starting to question whether taking over Mobius, roboticizing everything in sight, and beating up Snively is really a fulfilling life, or if maybe he should've taken that job working for his dad at Wa-Wa. Fortunately, Snively's invented a time machine. Given the chance to pluck any item, from any time, out and bring it to him, Robotnik rejects the chance to prevent Sonic's birth or bring himself an item of unlimited power and demands a pet cat. He gets Tigui instead.
Sonic and Sally are planning their one billionth objective-free raid into Robotropolis when the detection of time machine residue gives them something to actually investigate. They quickly decide Tigui is the key to the whole operation and rescue him from his life of being told all Robotnik's deepest secrets. (For some semi-explainable reason Tigui talks better than any of the regular characters, too.)
So Robotnik orders the place blown up, but gives Sonic and the gang two minutes so they're able to just barely escape the explosion. Stuff explodes, Tigui proves himself more powerful than all the other Freedom Fighters combined, blah de de blah blah, blah de de dah. Future Tigui-based stories are promised.
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Stinger: Tigui meets Tails.
Reflections:
The story opens with a category of the various contrived ways guys from Earth end up stuck on Mobius. The list includes time portals, space ships, Robotnik experiments, Rotor experiments, and miscellaneous accidents with magic. Remarkably, comets don't make the list. This story, of course, uses the Robotnik experiment with a time portal variant, and from there follows pretty much the same blueprint as "The Newcomer," "Altered Destiny," and about half the stuff on this page.
I don't know about you, but I never thought of Robotnik as a cat person, really. Maybe a cockatiel, which is a tiny and somewhat evil bird that both makes noise and violently attacks anybody trying to feed or water it, would be a good pet for him. Still, the impulse to get a pet as a way of bringing some meaning to an otherwise discontented life isn't a bad one -- certainly there are worse reasons to get a pet -- but that does not mean you should allow it complete access to your top military secrets. Would-be world conquerors, take note! -- JN.
It's Christmastime on Mobius, if we can put aside wondering how a holiday central to the Christian ethos spread very far at all on Mobius, which is either on another planet, in another dimension, or whomptillions of years in the future from Earth and just settle down to families getting together and sniping angrily at one another over slights committed decades ago.
As Sonic and the gang decorate Christmas trees, a roboticized hedgehog wanders in and asks to be taken to Sally and initiated into the deepest levels of trust in the Freedom Fighter community, and what do you know, Sally notices the cyber-spunk in his eyes and lets him join up.
Before long he's Sonic's brother, they're moving his home all the way across Mobius instead of just using the guest cottage (no lonely teenagers from Earth seem to have jumped into the world of Mobius this story) and there's an invisibility shield or something.
Finally, everybody trades Christmas presents, and the gang goes on a commemorative raid of Robotropolis, get captured, escape, and end up hitting warp speed. Finally, stuff blows up.
Host Segments.
Stinger: None provided.
Reflections:
You know, I'd started to wonder whatever happened to the raids on Robotropolis; there's been a run of stories that seem to have forgotten there's evil going on at all. I guess some of it's just weariness with the old fighting premise, and I gather from rumors that the comic book has, if not beaten Robotnik once and for all, at least moved on to other things.
I understand the comic book is also to blame for things like the Death Egg, which naive MST3Kers ridiculed fanfic writers for. I don't think we need to apologize, though, because wherever it did come from, they needed to come up with a less goofy name if they wanted people not to snicker at it.
This MiSTing, incidentally, ends without a stinger, just a note to "insert obligatory MiSTing legal notes here." So please print out this MiSTing and add such notes to your copy, fold it over twice, and mail it (registered, return receipt requested) to Sally Pederson, Lieutenant Governor of the state of Iowa, State Capitol, Des Moines, IA 50319. You'll be glad you did. Don't mention my name. -- JN.
Everybody, say hi to Jake. He's a newcomer to Sonic's world, a human who finds his destiny altered when he suddenly -- get ready for a surprise -- found himself wrapped up in a mysterious colored ray and transported to the world of Sonic the Hedgehog. He's awfully confused and unfamiliar with the people and politics and conflict around, but after hearing nearly three or four minutes of the history of this society, he's ready to join up with the Freedom Fighters and go about on insane, suicidal missions to the heart of Robotropolis or whatever it is the new guy is supposed to do to prove his loyalty.
Jake is also pretty much completely irrelevant to this story, since, after being introduced, he stays in the background of a raiding party or panty raid or whatever it is exactly the Freedom Fighters have organized for him to do. All he really does is hold a red chaos emerald until a couple of scenes before the end of the story, at which time it open up and grabs him and -- get ready for a surprise -- transforms him into an echidna with strange and vaguely defined superpowers. Jake/Dark Knuckles goes on to overthrow Robotnik and adapt Snively to being his useless sidekick.
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Stinger: Dark Knuckles lays down the law.
Reflections:
I just wanna open my big mouth to ramble on incessantly about a couple things. One, that "nuke the whole cave" thing. I'll bet a bajillion dollars that almost nobody got it. It's from a strange (but very very funny) Quake movie I saw called Operation: Bayshield, so if you want to see what in God's name I was thinking, find a copy of that.
Also, something was bothering me for a long time, and I finally figured out what it was. You may have noticed (or maybe not, I dunno) that I was trying to avoid clichés in this one. Well, I screwed up and I think possibly overdid the Manos refs. What can I say, I'm a bozo. -- DK.
The burning question, of course, is: is this a self-insertion fanfic? Is the Jake of this story a thinly veiled version of author Lane Kramer? It's certainly got some of the hallmarks of one -- the sudden transport from Earth into this story, and the acquisition of superpowers, and the familiar Sonic twist of the human turning into some Sonic-continuity animal; on the other hand, usually in a self-insertion fanfic the author's avatar actually does something. All Jake here does is get possessed, really. -- JN.
Well... "Black Angel" is another entry in the dark-evil-Mobius genre of Sonic fic, which nowadays seems ready to overwhelm such staples as the self-inserted-Mobian-shapeshifter genre. This little paste jewel is actually written by a friend of Kefka, of A Sorcerer, A Demon, and some Emeralds "fame." (Scary, huh?) Basically, Sonic gets possessed by an evil entity (big surprise there) and starts killing and eating people (again, big surprise). "Black Angel," never touched by mortal proofreaders, also features a surprisingly inept avatar who gets overshadowed by Bunnie (?!) on a regular basis. Just in case that wasn't enough excitement for you, there's INTENSE! CHARACTER-LISTING! ACTION!, various theories on how the heck Antoine is supposed to speak, and an official Knothole Rusty Pickup Truck. Personally, I was at the edge of my seat, until I scooted back.
Oh, yeah, I didn't mention the stomach-slashing. On second thought, that's a subject best left for dead. -- AVR.
Host Segments.
Stinger: A triple stinger to commemorate the in-depth badness of "Black Angel." We revisit Kiki's revealing of Antoine's secret shame, Antoine thinking (now there's a new one) in an accent, and a lovely hunk of undigested gore.
Reflections:
"Black Angel" was pure, uninterrupted bot fodder. Surprisingly, even though it was so loathsome, it was an absolute blast to MiST. I can only hope that all the fun I had riffing it transfers to the MiSTing itself.
Also, it was nice to find a truly rotten Sonic fanfic to start with. When I began "Angel", I had completely stalled on "Tail," which is very goofy yet competent. Now, with "Black Angel" under my belt, I feel a little more confident in my ability to MiST this stuff.
Want something deep? Sorry. Go read Nietzsche; it's fun. - AVR
Miles "Tails" Prower discovers Sonic and Sally significantly relating to one another, and then goes off and pouts because he can't play all the boring games children used to play before there were cable TV and (ironically enough) video games. Then somebody or other needs help in planning a New Year's Eve party until the Death Egg comes along and they stop for a few minutes to listen to a bunch of really bad accents. Finally, the author is introduced, as Tails' long-lost younger (by five months) brother. An intense rivalry begins over Dr. Robotnik's dirty pictures, prompting nothing but apathy from their supposed guardians, even when they (the kids) start beating each other into bloody pulps. Naturally, they become the best of friends. A sequel is threatened. -- JN.
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Reflections:
I don't mind the notion of a romance between characters, even in a cartoon. In fact, if it can be done believably, that's great, a real bonus to a storyline. Or sticking with a goofy but cartoonish romance, again, that's fine with me. But there is this streak in some cartoon fanfic writers to suggest characters, ahem, sharing animation cels, that really repulses me. I've been on the Internet long enough to not be shocked or offended by very much, but the suggestion (as in here) of, say, Sonic and Sally doing more than happy cuddling really makes me, well, dread the prospect of finding a Scooby-Doo fanfic (i.e., that fair but uninspired Johnny Bravo crossover/parody episode). Still, at least so far we've kept all of that action off camera, so we're probably lucky overall. -- JN.
The Author Speaks:
First, this is really old. About three years old. I was very immature while writing it, and I guess that was funny to me. I still don't know what I was on...
Don't expect another fanfic from me. Hopefully. Maybe. I don't know. Just don't judge my writing by this, me can writ moch beter know. As for the crossbreeding, hmm. I just remember about five cups of coffee thinking of how to start the story off. I was on the Internet, then it hit me. I make the worst decisions at those times, really. Before I start to write off-topic ramblings, I better stop. Now. -- MR.
Oh, happy day; it's another story with the author putting himself in as a character. After meeting them, we find an astounding invention that allows one to project music to a person without their prey suspecting. Tanks and energy balls and whatnot fly around, but fortunately there's some sort of force field so there's nothing too horrible. Several months later, Sonic intrudes on the story after the author and his pals travel may light years to find them. In no time at all, the author characters are leading a raid on Robotropolis in order to accomplish some vague objectives, and isn't this all just the hap-hap-happiest day?
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Introduction.
Crow opens up his very own convenience store. Pearl's started a newspaper.
Conclusion.
Pearl's got her own Metro section columnist.
Stinger: Get out! Please!
Reflections:
After a gap of several stories, chili dogs make a comeback! Yes, everybody's favorite inedible foodlike product has returned for yet another writer to prove that their version of Sonic the Hedgehog possesses a personality that goes beyond running quickly and saying stupid things. Now we can just wait for someone to put strawberries on their chili dog, and things will get really wild. -- JN.
In this long awaited sequel to The Newcomer, we find that Ryan has chosen to quit doing imitations others and has changed himself into a black fox. After a bunch of random instances that lead to nowhere, the author decides it's about time to have a plot. So Ryan gets captured again while learning how to track Sandra (she rips leaves, gives deep footprints, knocks down whole trees, etc. to make him feel like he's following a vague trail). There's a lot of dust settling, finger pointing, and, of course, smiling. Ryan turns himself into Peter Puppy somehow after his comet/meteorite shatters and slashes Packbell's robotic guts out. The good guys prevail, unfortunately, and Ryan agrees to take on Sandra's last name of Nightweaver, to bring shame to her family name for generations.
I'm sure Sonic the Hedgehog is somewhere in this Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic. I can't recall where. -- JB.
Host Segments.
Stinger: A "homemade" one just this once. Sonic and Crow duke it out in a JPEG.
Reflections:
Joseph Nebus' MSTing of Altered Destiny really hit the spot for me, so I decided to finally go through with my own. Nebus had also done The Newcomer, which a couple of years ago I had planned to do before I heard of the dibs list, so he beat me to it. But why not do the sequel? Ryan Huber (the author) was very nice about me MSTing his story, as I know it can't be too good for the ego to have two of your stories used as `bot fodder. Yet, I feel like there was still more I could do: there was that out-of-place REDRUM ref, very repetitious gags, and even spelling flames when I had made some errors myself. But in the end, it was worth it, dammit. I mean, this story had so much nodding, more smiling, and as the cherry on top, Ryan pointing at Sandra's toobular boobular region. Yes, folks, I love abusing my first amendment privileges, and you should, too. Thank you, and good night. -- JB.
In this story, Sandra shares with Ryan all of her secrets of stealth and camouflage, and she and he are then instantly captured. Also, astonishingly stupid villain Packbell is able to identify Ryan even though Ryan cleverly did not walk up to Packbell, slap him across the face, and shout, "It's me, you cretin, the guy you want to kill!" seven or fifty times. These observations don't enhance the story, but seem noteworthy. -- JN.
Ever want to get involved in one of those stupid pyramid chain-mail schemes, but insisted that it involve more bureaucracy than attending Rutgers University for four years would? Finally, the scam for you.
Something big is happening. The evil Dr. Robotnik has amassed over half his resources towards some project undoubtedly aimed at wiping out the Freedom Fighters once and for all. But since Robotnik's resources consist entirely of dimwitted sidekicks and stupid underlings, let's ignore this urgent threat and turn to the Noah Hathaway of Mobius, Tails. He's pouting because, despite being nearly twice the age Marrissa Picard was when she started her reign of terror, he's not allowed to go on foolishly risky suicide missions like the rest of the Mobians. Naturally, he wanders off and finds the one drug dealer to have escaped Robotnik's conquest and roboticization of the entire planet. Since the hallucinogens make Tails interesting to read about, a quick stop is put to his hobby in the most rational, balanced fictional discussion of drug use since the Blueboy episode of Dragnet.
Host Segments.
Segment Two. Crow, Tom, and Gypsy enjoy a Spam Eating
Contest. Who wins? The entire reading public.
Stinger: "Rock candy" catches a Mobian's eye.
Reflections:
Ah, spam. Now you can spend money on a program to spend money. I love technology.
But this story. This story... what could have been a better, albeit cliché, fanfic was merely used as a plot device. What is this thing that Robotnik was doing? Did it succeed? Did it involve eggs? How many licks does it take? The world may never know. As for the story structure and grammar, I'm almost convinced that the anti-drug message was coming first-hand. -- JB.
Okay, remember the He-Man and the Masters of the Universe cartoon? Sure, we all do. Remember their anti-drug episode? It had a plot just like this one, except that instead of an actual certified recurring character, Teela and Princess Adam were betrayed by a friend we never saw before and never saw again. I'm guessing they had a temp agency send up a friend for that plot. Anyway, that cartoon was a lot less painful to watch than this story was to read, and also the cartoon repeatedly used the incantation "Em Ot Emok," which I think is a lot of fun to say, even to this day.
Matthew Miller points out that the incantation was probably "Em Ot Emoc," and I think he's right. -- JN.
The Author Speaks:
Oh god, I had hoped people forgot about this one. To this day I wonder what I was thinking by writing a badly written public service announcement. I'm glad somebody MiST'ed this one. Still, I was a child of the Eighties, so I grew up with all of those anti-drug episodes. My favorite of all time, though was the one they did for 'BraveStar.' Not often you see an actual death in a cartoon like that. In fact that was the first, open, honest, and in your face death I'd ever seen in a cartoon up to that point(after all everybody in G.I. Joe obviously trained at the A-Team school of marksmanship so what were the odds of them actually shooting somebody). Anyway, I digress. Yes, I wrote a Sonic anti-drug public service announcement, yes I did it on the advice of my soulmate, and even inserted his character into it. I wrote this story when I was in a total slump around '96 and was desperate to write anything that I could manifest into written words. I loved the MiST of it, though, I frankly think it reads better than the original. -- BD.
Some standard omnipotent shapeshifting energy beings have nothing better to do than say words like "absoposilutely" and leave incredibly dangerous stuff lying around Mobius, and so are surprised
