[The camera focuses on Knight Writer and Hikaru Gosunkugi, who are
seated in the grand MSTing ampitheater.]
Knight: Howdy, all, Knight and Gos here with a special announcement.
Gos: No, we did NOT elope.
Knight [screaming as he whaps Gos upside the head]: YOU PERVERT!!!
Gos [rubbing his head]: Ow... medic...
Knight: Anyhoo, Gos and I have decided to give this MSTing thing
another shot.
Gos: Even though we pissed off that Red Dragon guy, which, rest
assured, we apologized in private for.
Knight: But we're not gonna pick a fic at random. No, we're asking
YOU, the readers and writers of the FFML, to send us your fics!
Gos [pust on a star-spangled tophat and white goatee]: We want YOU!
To be MSTed...
Knight [to Gos]: Real funny. [to camera]: Now for the terms
Gos: By sending us your fic to be MSTed, you are authorizing us to
make any wise-ass remarks we see fit.
Knight: What Gos is trying to say is, sending us your fic means you
allow us to post our opinions, good and bad, about your work to the FFML.
Gos: Also, the opinions of myself and Knight Writer are merely our
own, and not to be taken as the final word. Your mileage may vary.
Knight: Last, any jokes made by us are not to be taken personally.
We will not make any insults to authors who send us fics...
Gos: Like your mama wears combat boots.
Knight: But we may make jokes of any sort regarding the material of
the fic. [to Gos]: Think that's clear enough?
Gos: Yeah, that oughtta do. If you have any questions, don't
hesitate to let us know.
Knight: So, FFML, bring on the fics!
[The camera fades out on Knight and Gos drinking stadium-sized cups
of brew]
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Seriously, folks, I do want to make this MSTing thing somewhat
regular. Those who want to, send them on.
Thanks.
Knight Writer