ERIN MILLS wrote:

      Allow me to tell you a story. It begins in another universe known to its
inhabitants as the Internet. The Internet is a frighteningly big place filled
with all sorts of interesting people, places, things and other nouns.
       One of the more interesting nouns in the Internet is a small
backwater planet called Email. It is here that nonsimultaneous
communication has evolved into an art form. One of the countries of
Email is called Mailinglist, where anything even remotely resembling
civilization has begun. In fact, let's be honest. It's the only country on
Email that has cities.
        Our story takes place in a moderate sized city whose borders are
not static. They constantly change by population growth, annexing
smaller townships, or (more often than not) by one HUGE explosion.
        It is a city where the most mentally deranged, socially unacceptable,
yet highly talented writers have chosen to call home.
       The city is called Fanfiction.
        This is it's story.

[Song Cue: "Fight! Otaking! (Theme from Otaku No Video)"]

Adam looked up from his computer screen, to another screen beside him
displaying your standard friendly neighborhood hentaiface... err,
Happyface.

"So, whatcha think, A.C.? You want in?"

The A.I. pondered for a moment. "*I dunno. Every time we give somebody
license to use us, I get hurt a lot. Remember the last time Wyrm had us
in one of his fics!*"

"I didn't have a serious problem with that."

"*YOU didn't get fried umpteen zillion times!*"

Adam sighed. "Fine. If you don't want to go as you, you can just go back
to being a part of my personality."

"*HEY! That isn't fair! I LIKE my individuality!*"

"Then do the fic!"

"*Arrgh! Fine! although I don't know why Erin would want to use us
anyway!*"

"Comic relief?"

The Prime Saggitarian,
Alpha Centauri

(P.S. If you haven't guessed, this is intended to be permission to use
and assasinate my character in whatever way you see fit. I just LOOOOVE
being inserted into other people's fics, although it makes it tough to
fit my head through the door sometimes.)

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