Authors: Gary Kleppe, Jim Nutley, and "Numbski" Shadwick.

The tale of Numbski

Numbski-chan:  Stupid curse....stupid...

(Out of nowhere, another unidentified FFMLer appears...)

Unidentified FFMLer:  That's script format dammit!  Stop it or die!!!

Numbski-chan:  What on earth are you talki...

Unidentified FFMLer:  Stop I say!

Numbski-chan:  Why me?  All I want is the holy nannichuan, I have no
business with you!

Unidentified FFMLer:  I say stop! Or you shall feel the outward point
of my blade!

Numbski-chan:  Wait a minute, it's you??!!  I didn't know you had that
much of a problem with script!  I only started that string of spam to
avoid sending another test message!

Unidentified FFMLer:  Too late, however I will not stop until all
script format is vanquished from this world!  ha ha ha

(A Panda steps out in front of the scene and holds out a sign. The
sign reads: "The authors of this spamfic wish to make the following
disclaimer: Any references herein to actual fanfiction authors is
intended solely for humorous effect. These references are not intended
to represent actual characterizations of said authors." The Panda runs
away as he is chased by several hunters with shotguns.)

(As the unidentified FFMLer continues his maniacal laughter in deep
echo, he fails to notice a figure swinging out of nowhere.

Figure:  How many times do I have to beat the tar out of you to make
you listen?

Numbski-chan:  That voice...that's..

Figure:  Merely a humble knight at your service, putting his sword in
the right place!

Numbski-chan: Whew! I thought I was a goner! I don't feel so bad about
sending that test message now.

Figure: (Turns and puts his sword to Numbski-chan's neck) You sent a
**test message**?!?!?

Numbski-chan: No! No! I was only kidding!

The Unidentified FFMLer takes a swing at the figure. The two continue
to fight as Numbski-chan manages to make a strategic exit.

*******

"Man this sucks."  Numbski-chan couldn't hold back any longer.  She
gave into the temptation.  She started to use prose format.  

"That wasn't what I meant you moron!"  Numbski-chan seemed a bit
irritated.

"You're right...I AM IRRITATED!  When are you going to write some hot
water into this story to let me change back!"  Numbski-chan fumed.

"Cut that out!"  She screamed.

"That's it"  Numbski-chan leaped at the narrator and began to strangle
**hack**..him...**gasp**

Magically, a kettle of hot water appeared over Numbski-chan's head.
Instant Numbski.

"Thank you."  Numbski could hardly contain the evil grin on his
countenance.

"Yarrrrrrgggghhhh!"  

"Huh?"  Numbski heard some erotic screams of torture coming from a
castle on the horizon.  He pulled out his script and began to scan
over it. "Geez, that's what I get for knocking the narrator back into
line." Numbski cupped his hands and screamed: "Sorry Jimbo!"

"But let that be a lesson unto you, FFMLers. When thou goest
to spanketh the virgin, beware, lest the virgin spanketh you!"

Suddenly, another knight rode across the screen, er, I mean across the
countryside, headed for the castle. Numbski recognized the knight as
Sir Jon of Farber. "Going to save Sir Jim?" Numbski asked.

"Uh... yeah! That's the ticket! Here I come, girls!" cried the new
knight in passing.

Numbski shrugged his shoulders and decided it was time that he made
his way to mainland China.

Gary Kleppe
kleppe@execpc.com, Home page http://www.execpc.com/~kleppe
My fanfics and the FFML map are on my comics/manga page,
       http://www.execpc.com/~kleppe/comics