Okay.... the Long Awaited...^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H Much
Over-Hyped prelude to Mystery Anime Theater 2000.. In its Final form.
[sorry for the delay; I was first banned then on vacation.]
--RST.
PS: C&C Will be forwarded to /dev/null. you had your chance and missed
it.
Yes; there -have- been changes since the previous release.
-- Attached file included as plaintext by Listar --
-- File: MAT2k100.txt
Fic being MSTied: None.
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[Opening sequence: This space for rent.]
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[Fade from black. Viewpoint headed rapidly into a USASkates rink. You can see
a milennium party in progress.]
MUSIC: We're gonna party like it's nineteen ninety n--[cutoff] Hold up- it is.
[Viewpoint zooms in on a girl sitting alone at a table eating.]
GIRL: Hey, what are you?
[A semi-distorted voice replies]
VOICE: Are you Rebeka Thomas?
GIRL: No, she's over there [points]
[The screen flashes white]
VOICE: This discussion never happened.
[Viewpoint zooms away in direction pointed]
[You see a girl just lacing up a pair of Roller Skates]
GIRL: Hey, what're you?
VOICE: Are you Rebeka Thomas?
REBEKA: Yeah, and you're rude.
ROBOT: Due to your lack of getting work done on your fanfics, you have been
sentenced to 3 years watching/reading bad anime fanfiction. There is a
transport waiting to take you to the satellite.
REBEKA: Whatever.
[Viewpoint goes outside the front door, presumably being followed by Rebeka]
LATER.....
[You see Rebeka trying desperately to build something.]
REBEKA: [gloomily] Oh; hi, Cambot.
[You hear a beeping noise; Rebeka ignores it. It continues, sounding quite
impatient.]
REBEKA: Oh, all right! What is it? [Notices a light on whatever fixture the
camera is on.] Oh, we're live! Hi there, my name's Rebeka Thomas. I was
sentenced to three (3) years watching bad fanfics because of my habit of
taking on projects and being unable to get anything done. After the sentence
is up, I must stay up here until I finish all of my current projects, and have
a good start on any that are already up here. Right now I'm working on a robot
to help me keep my sanity during this time.
[Rebeka starts fiddling with a knob on a device on top of the robot's clear,
glass, bubble-like head.]
REBEKA [muttering to herself:] Lessee... if I use the plasma charge generator
with the flux regulator, it should form conscious thought patterns on its
own....
[The Robot, which looks a lot like Tom Servo, activates and begins talking]
ROBOT: Oh no, not again....
REBEKA: Not again what?
ROBOT: You wouldn't understand. There's this guy, I think his name was Arthur
Dent, who keeps killing me every time I get reincarnated. by activating this
robot, you just yanked me out of the afterlife for another go at it.
REBEKA: Well, you lucked out. You were probably reincarnated into a parallel
universe. So, what's your name?
ROBOT: Agrajag.
REBEKA: You'll need to watch bad anime fanfics with me and make fun of them.
AGRAJAG: You mean like that one TV show, MST3k?
REBEKA: We're not supposed to know about that... fourth wall and all that
shit. Well, I still need one more companion before we can start...
[No sooner then she says it, Bill Gates appears out of thin air, trying to put
out some combination flame/acid burns.]
REBEKA: What are you doing here?!
GATES: Well, after the apocalypse, I was... waitaminute this is the past so
you probably don't know my identity. Hi, I'm the devil. After the apocalypse,
which happened in 99,999 AD, happened, A spontaneous portal opened up at the
bottom of the lake of burning sulfur [1] and I was sent here. Where is here,
anyway?
REBEKA: This is a satellite, which is being used by the FFML as punishment for
not working on any of my projects. I'm stuck here watching bad fanfics, and it
looks like so are you. fallen angel or not, you can't breathe without air, and
they drain it from everywhere but the theater.
GATES: Okay... I suppose we're supposed to make fun of the fic, like in that
tv series,
REBEKA: [whispering] SSSH! We're not supposed to know about that. Fourth wall
and all that.
GATES: Right.
[Suddenly, a klaxon goes off, and a display with eight 7-segment LEDs starts
blinking "OSCARFIC"]
REBEKA: Oh shit, we have Oscarfic sign!!!!
[Well, that's all our time for today! tune in New years' eve to watch the
newly-formed group MST "Artemis's Lover."]