this is just a taster!
I do have ideas, and i do know who everyone is... but I'm always up
for story ideas! (hey you try writing this with just the manga... )
<E-mail to Kathy@linuxgrrls.org>
Artemis remembered pain, light, and came to his senses. Looking around unfocusedly, and unable to see, or rather to make any sense of the images supplied by his eyes, he gulped a little. Then started to wail as somethin
g spanked him on the bottom, hard. Coughing up small amounts of liquid, he managed to get a really good rhythm going. The he heard the voice.
"Congratulations Mrs Meiou, it's a girl!"
Artemis puzzled this one out, and then really started to scream. Someone would pay for this...
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Effexor entertainment presents
A Prozac production
Written and directed by
Someone who is having far to much fun
*Sailor Moon : Misincarnation!*
or : THE SWISS CHEESE EFFECT
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In the Silver Millennium...
Queen Serenity the Eighth of that name reached for the Ginzuishou and poured her soul into what she knew would be her final act as monarch, her final act as a living being. Not that she cared much - during the last thous
and years of peace, medicine had come a long way, but the one thing it hadn't done was create powerful pain relievers that didn't insulate the beneficiary from reality with about ten miles of mental cotton candy.
Despite her grievous injuries, she was still queen, she would protect her people! However now was to be the test case for allowing people stoned out of their gourds access to magical gems of near infinite power. Reaching
out carefully with the gripper wired onto the end of the cast on her right hand, she lifted the softly glowing jewel and made her last request just as the first of the invading youma began to pour into her sealed sickroo
m.
"Make it not happen again this way next time!"
A blast of pure white light began to play over the bodies of the fallen, gently coaxing their spirits to a better place, even as it pushed back the darkness of the invaders.
It touched the bodies of the senshi dead on the ramparts. It flowed over the bodies of the moon cats killed as they attempted to board their hibernacula. It flowed over the civilians who had been roadkill to the powers u
nleashed. The light flashed ever wider, passing the orbits of Jupiter, Saturn, pushing out beyond Pluto, establishing a shield to protect the system till it could protect itself once more, then collapsed inwards, still ca
ressing the bodies of the fallen. It flowed over the bodies of the outers who had died trying to buy the queen enough time to recover, and over the remnants of the fleet that had so valiantly struggled and died for it's r
ulers.
Sadly however the light wasn't really to specific about where it dumped its cargo of souls....
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In the present:
Makoto Tsukino finished adding the last touched to her bento lunch, and settled down to breakfast, sure in the knowledge that at least today she'd eat well. Not that she had anything against school. Merely her fellow pup
ils who seemed to think that she was the second coming of gojiira. It put downer on her perspective towards them, and it really soured her towards schoolwork, but it had to be done - her parents would yell...
Leaving her house she began trotting towards Juban Junior High, and another day of people talking behind her back. It made her so MAD! Ohhh she could just throttle some of the little sneaks....
It was in this mood she came upon the group of boys harassing an odd looking cat, the cat had a band aid over its forehead, but the truly strange thing was the slight green highlight to the black fur. That and the fact
that it was hanging by it's ail while on e of the bullies swung it in lazy arcs. That was until a well placed fist impacted with his nose, startling the would be cat killer enough so the kitty could finally sink a deep fe
eling set of claws into a wrist, allowing it free.
The other boys startled at this sudden interruption to their sport looked up, and up.
"Oh hell, it's the lady terminator - get outta here!" hissed the one furthest away, already taking his own advice, the others following quickly thereafter, speeded on their way by a number of amazingly well placed kicks
to the posterior. Scarcely winded, but breathing hard with indignation, Makoto watched them flee, before calming and turning a tender heart to the much abused moggy cowering by a nearby garbage bin.
"Here kitty, I won't hurt you," she crooned softly, as the cat slowly walked over. Makoto was rapturous when it started to fuss itself against her hand, and then leapt into her arms purring like an outboard motor. "Are y
ou okay puss?," she asked the cat softly, slightly startled as it mewled softly and batted at the band-aid. With a quick tug and a murmured apology for the missing fur, Makoto saw a strange sight - a crescent moon on the
cats forehead, peering down at the band aid, she confirmed that she hadn't just created it.
"Well how peculiar," Makoto muttered distractedly, the sounding of the late bell in the background of no particular importance in the face of this strange sight.
"You could say that," agreed the cat, blinking in good natured amusement as Makoto's eyes rolled back in her head, and she fainted to the floor. "I suppose I should have expected that," chuckled the cat quietly, in the k
nowledge that there was no-one to listen. Then she curled up on Makoto's chest and went to sleep.
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Makoto didn't make it to school that day.
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Makoto woke in an uncomfortable position, wondering just why her bed was so hard. As she woke further she realised that it was hard because it wasn't her bed. She was lying in a dark alley while around her street lights
were glowing softly in the dim dusk.
"Ugh, what happened?" she woozily asked out loud.
"You passed out," supplied the cat that She'd been using as a pillow supplied helpfully. It was just as well there were no ceiling tiles for Makoto to hit as she performed a leap that a pole vaulter would be hard pressed
to match.
"You - you - you!" Gibbered Makoto intelligently staring at the pepperoni pizzi induced dream. At least, she HOPED it was a pizza bad dream.
"You Makoto, Me Setsuna?"Supplied the cat with a small smile, or the feline facsimile of. "Look, it's going to be easier to explain if you listen to me for a minute, okay?" Inwardly, Setsuna reflected that while it was k
ind of nice not to know what came next, and have to be on guard for dropping clangers that could mess up the timeline, it might have been nice to know with prescient certainty the best way to get the point across.
With an agile backflip, and a muttered expletive that fortunatly hadn't been heard in over a million years, a small star embosed broach appeared and hit Setsuna in the head. Makoto relaxed, it might be a bad dream, but i
f the wierd thing was this incompetent it had to be a GOOD bad dream.
"This never happened to Luna," muttered Setsuna darkly. "Anyway Makoto, I'd like you to pick up the broach and say Moon Prism Power, Make up. Can you do that for me?" Makoto looked blankly at the broach before looking ba
ck at the cat.
"Why?"
"It'll be easier to explain if you just do it," sighed Setsuna. Makoto looked at the dejected lookig cat, sighed, and reluctantly picked up the broach.
"I dunno about this, This is *way* weirder than normal dreams, but okay...
"MOON PRISM POWER, MAKE UP! EEK!" She began to float into the air, her clothes shredding away from her, leaving her spinning nude for a moment. Clouds of moondust gently drifted down, forming into a heavily modified Fuku
with blue trim, knee-boots, gloves and tiara. A small flash solidified into a small mask. With a final twirl she found herself once more on the ground posing even more outlandishly than a sentai character.
"You never said anything about being naked!" She growled at the now smiling cat, tearing off the mask.
"No... I never did I," smiled Setsuna, this was fun! "You are now the Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon, how do you like it?"
"I don't! I want to get out of this!" She paused. "Like Sailor V?" Setsuna nodded. "SUGOI! oh wow, wait till I tell the gang!"
"You can't."
That brought Makoto down to ground reality with a thump.
"But why?! Why shouldn't I tell -," she gesticulated with her hands until the mask flew past her face, and she stared at it in horror. Her best friend Naru was being attacked by a monster! She lowered the mask slowly. "U
m, Setsuna...."
"Evil usually calls forth heroines. That's you. Now, let's go rescue your friend."
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Naru was screaming as her mother shapeshifted into a demonic figure straight out of the old morality tales.
"Foolish girl, our mother is tied up inthe basement!" It swiftly drained Naru and turned to the min floor of the shop. "Ah beautiful! Give me all of your energy, give it into the serviceof the Dark Kingdom! Bwahahahahah!
" gibbered the youma, pulling energy from the customers still here at this late hour. It paused as a young woman sprinted through the door.
"Evil monster!" eeped Makoto. Gathering herself she prepred to beat the tar out of the evil thing ahead of her, until Setsuna's claw in her calf caught her attention.
"Introduce yourself first!" instructed Setsuna primly.
"What? But why? And what do I say" Makoto returned confused.
"One, it's polite, two because otherwise the newspapers will give you a really dorky name, and you tell them that you are Sailor Moon."
"Okay... Halt evil monster! Destroying jewelry stores there for the pleasure of young girls is forbidden. I am Sailor Moon, Champion of Justice and Defender against Evil, and I shall Punish you!" She paused and added as
an aside to Setsuna, "Happy now?"
Setsuna nodded.
"Nice intro kid. Never heard of you. Never going to hear from you again. Slaves! you have given your energy to the omnipotent! Kill Sailor Moon!" The youma raised its hands high into the ai, dark ligtnings flashing aroun
d them, even as the drained victims on the floor jerkily stood up, and moved zombie-like towards Sailor Moon.
Makoto knew how to deal with THIS. A swift flurry of judo throws and karate chops returned the zombiefied innocents to the floor, even as the youma tinysweated.
"Going to have to do this myself... ho hum..." muttered the youma, grabbing a nearby bottle of red wine. "Shame. This was a good year." With that she smached the bottle down on a countertop, dark red wine dripping to the
floor, pooling like blood. This was not good. Makoto startd to realise that she migh have found herself a little out of her league, and started to back peddle, until she touched against a wall.
"Help Setsuna!" she called, dosging eviscerating swipes of the razor sharp bottle the youma swang.
"Use the tiara! shout moon tiara eep!" Setsuan decided that next time she did this, she'd mention attacks BEFORE the fight instead of during, as Setsuna found herself rather firmly struck with the hand that didn't hold t
he bottle.
"Moon tiara activation!" called Makoto, hurling the tiara with the athletic skill of an old time olympian hunter. The youma screamed as the brightly shining tiara cleftit in twain, and swiftly crumbled to dust.
"Um, do they usually do that?" Asked Makoto, stooping to retrieve her tiara.
"Ouch, yes," murmered Setsuna as she hook her head clear of the stunning effects of the blow she had taken. "Now lets untie Osaka-san and leave."
"That was a great fight!" came a chirpy voice from behind the counter. Makoto span on her heels to see the young woman with the rabbit odango's dressed in the innapropriate "Zatanna" style bunny-tuxedo waving to her. "I
didn't find the Ginzuishu, but I hope we can be friends Sailor Moon! Baibai!" As unexpectedly as she'd appeared the blonde vanished. Makoto and Setsuna looked blankly at each other for a moment.
"I have my own groupie already?"
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The alarm went off beside Makoto as she woke to the new day. The alarm swiftly became a projectile missile as she hurled it at the wall. Stretching slightly and sitting up She wondered about the dream she'd just had.
"That was just too weird. Lay off the late night nibbles Makoto."
"It's be good for your weight too." Makoto froze, peered down the bed, and saw Setsuna washing her face with her paws. With a little eep, Makoto passed out.
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25-06-00 ---> 8-2-00
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