Monthly Archives: August 2014

Leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone.

No time to unwind after returning home from the brief holiday last week, I had 3 days of work to catch up on, weekend plans to rearrange, and a convention to prepare costumes for.

Last year was the final Manifest. It felt sudden to me, but who knows how long the staff had been considering shutting it down? At this point though, that’s all old news. Many attendees of Manifest had speculated that perhaps something else would kick off to fill the void.

This was not an incorrect speculation to make.

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If you can’t get back again, you can change the way it is.

Was it a bad time to take a brief break after that last entry? Absolutely not, I have no idea what you’re even talking about?!

The past week or so has been busy. Are people beginning to venture out again after their winter hibernation? Will there be a brief stint of social interaction in the overlap before I settle in for aestivation? Time will tell.

Last week Tech Support took some time off work and we spent two nights at the Langham hotel on Southbank in Melbourne to celebrate our seventh anniversary. Seven years!

His colleagues were convinced he was going to propose or something, which he found funny and I found mildly offensive (there are a myriad of personal reasons why I am against legal marriage), but we’ll just leave that one alone for now.

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Redemption is a word that has no meaning here.

Some time ago it was mentioned that my co-pilot, MaEmon, had left a copy of the infamous “Saucy Fanfic” in my charge and that I had intentions of sharing the work here (for posterity sake, if nothing else).

It seems that time has now come.

Warning:

Please, if you should so choose to read it, take this work with a grain of salt.

The Saucy Fanfiction was something MaEmon and I conceived during highschool. It is unfinished in fact it’s barely even started (probably a good thing) and likely never will be.

Being the work of over-caffeinated sleep-deprived teenage pieces of weeaboo trash, you can probably guess that this is at best going to be juvenile and poorly written, and at worst downright offensive.

Possible triggers include but may not be limited to:
Non-consent, dubious consent, gore, death, violence, possible implications of ephebophilia, and weird Freudian complexes. Not necessarily in that order.

This work is only to be viewed by persons 18 years of age or older.
Viewer discretion is strongly advised.

The idea for the Saucy Fanfic was primarily to make fun of every fandom we enjoyed at that point in our lives, and also to take a jab at fanfiction in general. The sort of fanfiction with poor characterisation, gaping plot-holes, and the barest veil of threadbare story so thinly draped over blatant (and terrifying) pornography that you’re left wondering why they even bothered trying to cover those stains at all.

Think along the lines of Tara Gilesbie’s infamous “My Immortal” Harry Potter fic, maybe a dash of Ulrich Haarburste’s bizarrely sensual if not erotic tales of wrapping Roy Orbison entirely in cling film, or even Snowqueens Icedragon’s terrifyingly inaccurate Twilight-based portrayal of BDSM “Master of the Universe” (don’t be confused by the name, it has nothing to do with He-Man) which you can actually pick up from your local book store, sans Twilight references, under the name “50 Shades of Grey” (really goes to show that even the most unresearched of badly written smut can be marketable if you put the right spin on it).

Not to forget a quick shout-out to one of our personal favourite Evangelion crack-fics: the Pen Pen Chronicles by Adam Friedman.

While the Saucy Fanfic never made it to full fruition, there is a beginning and also a hand-written notebook riddled with terrible scenes and ideas. As of yet I have not had the chance to transcribe the notebook. Who knows what the future may hold?

For now… please stop reading and direct your browsers elsewhere…

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Leaving a trail of destruction is both easier and more effective when the ultimate goal is not disclosed.

About a month ago it was my co-pilot’s birthday and I had this grand plan of putting together a Rockfort Prison shirt based on Resident Evil’s Steve Burnside for her because, well, we’ve been talking about it for ages without actively doing anything about it…

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