Subject: RE: [FanFic] [C and C] Mystery Fanfic Commentary Theatre 3000 comments on "Natsumi, the Magical Girl, chapter one."
From: "Ranma al'Thor <ranma@falcon.cc.ukans.edu>" <ranma@falcon.cc.ukans.edu>
Date: 3/5/1996, 5:42 PM
To: fanfic@tendo-dojo.ranma.net

On Tue, 5 Mar 1996 beaubienrd@mala.bc.ca wrote:

Wow..Jadeite commenting on my fic..I feel honored that his first public 
apperance since his slight Accident is here commenting on my fic...Or 
should I be scared...

Bailesu:  Both.

Ami:  We asked him to come help us reply, but his open-panca...casket 
funeral isn't done yet.

 > >>Tokyo, Japan: Nerima district.  Sometime in the 
past... > 
Jadeite:  Well, that's nice and vague...could be any time from yesterday 
to the Big bang.

Not really, Tokyo didn't alway's exist. It could be a time frame anywere from 
yesterday to about 200 year's ago. But this isn't a samurai drama ...:)

Ami:  True :)
  
"Because I said I wanted to be a magical girl!  A warrior for
justice!  Like the girls in Mahou Senshi Stardust... and everyone
just laughed at me!"

Jadeite:  That's cause magical girls suck!  I hate them!  Kill them!  
Kill them all!  HAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!

I see the year's in the crystal have done wonder's for his Sanity..:)

Bailesu:  The constant Barry Manilow was too much for him.
 

The day's news offered a note of interest to her - the BFC, an

Ami:  What does BFC stand for?  You never tell us...

BFC Spokesyouma: Ha!!You think the BFC shall revel it's identiy to the 
fighter's of justice!!Haha!!you puny mortal's will never know untill it's 
to late!!BFC shall rule the world !!It has already begun with Win 95!!

Sorry..Ah BFC is just name. It's not there to drive the reader's crazy 
trying to figure out what it mean's. Nope, it's just a name..(trust me..:)

Ami:  Uh huh.  Selling ocean front property in Arizona too, eh?

 
"Don't tell your father this, but I have envisioned you becoming a
talented cook as well as a martial artist."

Ami:  Why would she not want Akane to tell her father that?

Soun wanted Akane to be the son he never had, so doing stuff like 
cooking would not fit into his plan's for Akane (espically after the 
death of Mrs Tendo...). Or Soun just happened to know of Akane's, ahem, 
cooking potential...

Ami:  Ahh.

Bailesu:  Well, all the Tendo girls couldn't cook well at first.
 

Now, if she had only come prepared for a youma...

Bailesu:  How would Nabiki prepare for a youma?

Easy, she would of come to the place with the bill's for the damage every 
Youma cause in a magical trap, which would total about a few billion yen plus 
intrest. If that wouldn't send a Youma running for the hill's I don't know 
what will...

Bailesu:  I doubt most Youmas have good credit ratings, though...
 
Bailesu:  An interesting story.  The only real question is what tone are 
you trying to set?  Post-modern poking fun at the genre?  The relatively 
serious tone of the sequence with the Tendo girls reacting to the gifts 
>from their mother?  Having had my head eaten recently over questions of 
tone, I pass the warning on to you.

Seriously now, I guess it's time for me to eat crow because I was one 
of the people out there that vocied some minor complaint's about the 
tone of your moon and earth story. You see I'm going to try and takle a 
mix of both in the fic. There will be some poking at the Magical girl 

Bailesu: [cackles maniacally.]  Justice is served!

Ami:  Shh, let him talk.

Thank's for the comment's!!

Bailesu:  Glad to help!

Ami:  So who has Dr. Price hired for next time?

Bailesu:  He promised no more youmas for at least a week.

Ami:  Whew.

[Down in Francis Scott Key Hall, we see Dr. Price at work.]

Dr. Price:  [pulls a wall switch]  IT'S ALIVE! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!


John Walter Biles :  MA-History, Ph.D Wannabe at U. Kansas         
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