Hey all who are bothered to read this,
I did one of these about the same time last month, but since then, my fanfics waiting to be finished has doubled. Is there any other fic writers out there that has a 'I'll do a bit of that now and that later' attitude? I sure as hell do!
I've got six waiting to be completed, and two of them are premises at the mo. I gave Fat Trek over to Kyle around December, and so far, she has made no progress >:( But, I don't really give a damn cuz it's off my hands :) I've got the following in the pipeline:
South Park Troopers: I think I've told about this, but's it's a Starship Troopers spoof 'sept it's with Christians instead.
Sleepers: A Serious fic. It's about revenge and how almost killing a man, Kyle, Stan etc. are put in a detention centre, I've said too much...
South Park Live: Cheesy Poof Island: Based on a 'Bottom: Live' video. (For Yanks, the Bottom series was a British comedy show that was HILARIOUS. I've based a lot of the humor and penis jokes on that :)
South Park: The Final Freakout: Hooowee! This doesn't looked to be finished in the near future. It'll follow the same lines as it's predisesor
Untitled: Untitled at the moment, but it's about a secret hidden shouldn't of been found script that I well, Find.
Premise #1: It's a Romeo and Juliet parody based in the future, as in Freakout and Sleepers. Gang warefare, and a slight twist to the Kenny death.
Forseeable future:
After a boring history lesson, I've got a premise for a Fourth of July fic. Even though I'm not american, I know enough that it's taken rather seriously. It basicly goes along the lines of Cartman claiming the decleration of independence was a "Piece of paper with scribbles on" Ned, Jimbo, Kyle, Stan, Kenny, THe Mayor, Chef, Halfie, Mr. Garrison and even HITLER find it offensive. Kyle's mom finds out and gets Cartman deported and he's forced to live in France...or China...or Germany. Haven't decided yet. But, Sheila (Ah, the little bitch) Will save him...somehow :)
Thanks for reading it all if ya did, and all comments on them will be appreicated.
-Stumpy.
For your reading pleasure, a snippet from South Park Troopers, Enjoy.
South Park Troopers
It was an average day in South Park. Cartman and co. calling Pip frenchie, making fun of Kenny"s finacial status and generally being foul mouthed little assholes. But, just a mile outside the town, a very bad thing was stiring and South Park was sure to suffer.
A group of three, smartly suited men huddled around a small burning bush (Any sick jokes and I"ll personally shoot you) Occasionally tossing on small dead animals for firewood because they were buddhist monks in their spare time.
"So, are we going to add more to our flock?" Asked the smallest of the three.
"I"m not sure, Tony. We may have to contact Jesus on our status. We"re running low on bibles."
"But, Dave, if we run out of bibles, we"ll have to take over the printing factory, and they"re all strongly opposed against the work of god. We may have to baptise them."
"But Brad, we"re low on baptism fluid."
"We"ll have to baptise them against their own will in the South Park river."
"I heard first graders peed in that."
"We"ll have to take that chance."
"I ain"t goin" in pee!" Brad replied.
"yes you are! We must promote the Lord"s good word!"
"But in first grade pee-eee?" Pleaded Brad, almost going into a Cartman hissy fit.
"Shut your hole!" Tony screamed at him. "We"re going to promote our faith, get more bibles, plague more airports, and make born again christians out of this little fucked up town!"
"Sheesh, who put a south african jungle Tocan up your ass?"
"What the fuck is a South African Jungle Tocan?"
"It"s a bird with a huge beak and it likes to eat Pawpaws."
"Paw-what?"
"Like apples, just juicyer."
"Brad, go back to your cupboard."
"But-"
"No questions, Brad! back in your cupboard!" "Why the hell do I have to go to my cupboard?!" "Because you fucked with my head!" Brad lolled his blonde haired head and walked slowly towards the small cupboard by the road. He looked back, with puppy-like eyes. "GO!" He turned again, walking into the cupboard, closing the door behind him. He wimpered slightly from inside.
"Dave."
"What, Tony?"
"Why do you have to lock Brad in the cupboard?"
"Sometimes it"s the only language he understands."
"I thought he only understood English and Guamish."
"Tony, get in your box."
"What?! You"re confining me to my box?!"
"Yes, buttfucker! Get in your goddamn box!" Tony walked slowly towards his box, also looking back with puppydog eyes, wimpering slightly, like a small labrador that hasn"t been walked for three days and is desperatly in need of giving birth to a few brown babies. He stepped into the old TV box and closed the lid.
"Dammit, I hate newbies." Dave threw a dead beaver onto the fire and rubbed his hands together.
"Soon, soon it will be the time..." A car stopped by the fire and Dave pulled on a pair of glasses.
"Kumbaya, My Lord. Kumbaya! Have you thought about Christianity?" He put out a bible, open at David, verse 5.
"Fudge you! I"m not gonna become some dandruff laden, not havin" sex until I"m married hippie!" The black man said, dropping a empty pack of beer into the trash can. "Get away from me!" He jumped back into his car and accelerated away at great speed.
"Soon, soon it will be the time..."
"You already said that." Brad wispered from his cupboard.
"SHUT UP!"
-Fin