Post by Tiana Calthye on Dec 16, 2004 4:33:40 GMT -5
Hey, it's a Mary-Sue... only because of its ending. And it's pointless. And... my Master admitted we were 'Sue's, anyway... sigh.
Heck, I'll just copy and paste from fanfic.net here.
Paint Wars: The Saga of the Garlic
Rating: G
Warning: Read it and weep... if your brain doesn't overheat first. Jandalf even admitted she couldn't read more than one episode of it without her head hurting. It's that hard to follow/understand/survive.
Poster: img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Ennaani/Sigs%20and%20Avatars/Paint_Wars_posterfin.jpg (have more, will dig out later)
Now... *copies and pastes*
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... there were Jedi Knights. And these Jedi were the upholders of the peace... and the wielders of the Force...
The masters were serious all the time, and the Jedi Temple was a place of quiet contemplation... well, not all the time... Sometimes strange things happened...
(In the background, Yoda is heard screaming... "Turned PINK, I AM... LOOK LIKE A COTTON CANDY BALL, I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!")
Paint Wars: The Garlic Menace...
...(Star Wars theme music plays)...
The story that makes no sense regarding an AU plot that just might've happened so that makes it not AU, but yet it is AU and I can't tell you why but it is the tale regarding two Padawans and their masters, one of which is familiar, and the other is not...
Well, that wasn't too bad... well, you haven't read the story yet...
Disclaimer: One Jedi master belongs to Jandalf the Orange and one Padawan belongs to me, Elf with a lightsaber. And the garlic belongs to us as well. However, almost everything else belongs to George Lucas. This story was wrote by Jandalf the Orange, and I, Elf with a lightsaber. I was the one who wrote it out though... Jandalf, I hope you don't mind, I changed it just a little... and posted it...
Okay, here goes.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, there were 152763 Jedi that were serious all the time... however, there were 3 who weren't... but even they had their serious times. We come in on the Jedi Knight, Jandalf Or'aange, and her young (and short) Padawan (Who also looked somewhat like an elf...), Tiana Elass.
We come into the story during one of those serious moments... (Which happened more often then you'd think...)
"Percents are scary," said Tiana, thinking about math, for some odd reason.
"Remember your place, Padawan," replied Jandalf, for some reason, no one but her could fathom.
Tiana was silent, also for no reason.
"Percents..."
"Yes, master?"
"You get used to percents after a while," finished Jandalf.
"You do?!" asked Tiana, losing her place. "Err, I mean, Master?"
"...And rational numbers... And imaginary numbers... and..."
"I get the point, Master."
"Yeah," said Jandalf. "Stuff like that..."
"...Right... sure..." said Tiana.
Jandalf sighed.
"Master?" asked Tiana.
"Algebra is the bane of human kind, Padawan," said Jandalf, after a time.
I will be annoying, though Tiana.
"Um, yes, master."
"Ohhhh, no you don't!"
"What, master?!" asked Tiana.
"No annoyance from you, young Padawan."
"I didn't do it!" protested Tiana. "I wasn't the one dyed Yoda PINK!!!"
"...Sigh..." Jandalf sighed.
Tiana grinned at her master's seeming dismay.
"...But Lindo was the one who paintballed the White House," said Jandalf, grinning quietly, thinking about a character that doesn't even exist in this story.
"...She WHAT, master??" asked Tiana.
"...with a tank... sigh, I know, Padawan. Our relations with the U.S. will steadily deteriorate.
"...Yes, Master," said Tiana, sighing.
"Padawan?" asked Jandalf.
"I know, I understand, master," said Tiana, frustrated.
"Padawan?" asked Jandalf, again.
"What, master?" asked Tiana, frustrated again. She got like that a lot.
"Just checking," said Jandalf.
"...I didn't do it..." said Tiana.
Jandalf sighed. "I know, Padawan."
"I really never dyed Yoda PINK!" insisted Tiana.
"I know," said Jandalf. "...Um... I did," she admitted.
"... Master?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" exclaimed Tiana.
"Well, that is... I was an associate with the crime..." said Jandalf "...I helped Master Windu." She grimaced. "Um, yeah. I'm on janitorial duty this week as punishment."
"Oh." Tiana stopped. "Well, I don't tell, master, if that is your concern... okay. I am sorry."
Jandalf smirked. "...And Yoda looks like a cotton candy ball... snrk."
"...Yes," said Tiana. "Yes, he does indeed, master."
"Don't be sorry, Padawan... it was so worth it..." She continued when Tiana looked at her, confused. "The look on his face... but, Padawan, don't tell him I said that." Jandalf looked at Tiana suspiciously. "...Padawan?"
"I will not, master."
"PADAWAN!!!" shouted Jandalf.
"I am here, master," said Tiana, edging away.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING??" shouted Jandalf.
"...Errrrr..." said Tiana, continuing to edge away.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TELL HIM, ARE YOU??" screamed Jandalf, sounding faintly like 152763 people fuming.
Heck, I'll just copy and paste from fanfic.net here.
Paint Wars: The Saga of the Garlic
Rating: G
Warning: Read it and weep... if your brain doesn't overheat first. Jandalf even admitted she couldn't read more than one episode of it without her head hurting. It's that hard to follow/understand/survive.
Poster: img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Ennaani/Sigs%20and%20Avatars/Paint_Wars_posterfin.jpg (have more, will dig out later)
Now... *copies and pastes*
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... there were Jedi Knights. And these Jedi were the upholders of the peace... and the wielders of the Force...
The masters were serious all the time, and the Jedi Temple was a place of quiet contemplation... well, not all the time... Sometimes strange things happened...
(In the background, Yoda is heard screaming... "Turned PINK, I AM... LOOK LIKE A COTTON CANDY BALL, I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!")
Paint Wars: The Garlic Menace...
...(Star Wars theme music plays)...
The story that makes no sense regarding an AU plot that just might've happened so that makes it not AU, but yet it is AU and I can't tell you why but it is the tale regarding two Padawans and their masters, one of which is familiar, and the other is not...
Well, that wasn't too bad... well, you haven't read the story yet...
Disclaimer: One Jedi master belongs to Jandalf the Orange and one Padawan belongs to me, Elf with a lightsaber. And the garlic belongs to us as well. However, almost everything else belongs to George Lucas. This story was wrote by Jandalf the Orange, and I, Elf with a lightsaber. I was the one who wrote it out though... Jandalf, I hope you don't mind, I changed it just a little... and posted it...
Okay, here goes.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, there were 152763 Jedi that were serious all the time... however, there were 3 who weren't... but even they had their serious times. We come in on the Jedi Knight, Jandalf Or'aange, and her young (and short) Padawan (Who also looked somewhat like an elf...), Tiana Elass.
We come into the story during one of those serious moments... (Which happened more often then you'd think...)
"Percents are scary," said Tiana, thinking about math, for some odd reason.
"Remember your place, Padawan," replied Jandalf, for some reason, no one but her could fathom.
Tiana was silent, also for no reason.
"Percents..."
"Yes, master?"
"You get used to percents after a while," finished Jandalf.
"You do?!" asked Tiana, losing her place. "Err, I mean, Master?"
"...And rational numbers... And imaginary numbers... and..."
"I get the point, Master."
"Yeah," said Jandalf. "Stuff like that..."
"...Right... sure..." said Tiana.
Jandalf sighed.
"Master?" asked Tiana.
"Algebra is the bane of human kind, Padawan," said Jandalf, after a time.
I will be annoying, though Tiana.
"Um, yes, master."
"Ohhhh, no you don't!"
"What, master?!" asked Tiana.
"No annoyance from you, young Padawan."
"I didn't do it!" protested Tiana. "I wasn't the one dyed Yoda PINK!!!"
"...Sigh..." Jandalf sighed.
Tiana grinned at her master's seeming dismay.
"...But Lindo was the one who paintballed the White House," said Jandalf, grinning quietly, thinking about a character that doesn't even exist in this story.
"...She WHAT, master??" asked Tiana.
"...with a tank... sigh, I know, Padawan. Our relations with the U.S. will steadily deteriorate.
"...Yes, Master," said Tiana, sighing.
"Padawan?" asked Jandalf.
"I know, I understand, master," said Tiana, frustrated.
"Padawan?" asked Jandalf, again.
"What, master?" asked Tiana, frustrated again. She got like that a lot.
"Just checking," said Jandalf.
"...I didn't do it..." said Tiana.
Jandalf sighed. "I know, Padawan."
"I really never dyed Yoda PINK!" insisted Tiana.
"I know," said Jandalf. "...Um... I did," she admitted.
"... Master?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" exclaimed Tiana.
"Well, that is... I was an associate with the crime..." said Jandalf "...I helped Master Windu." She grimaced. "Um, yeah. I'm on janitorial duty this week as punishment."
"Oh." Tiana stopped. "Well, I don't tell, master, if that is your concern... okay. I am sorry."
Jandalf smirked. "...And Yoda looks like a cotton candy ball... snrk."
"...Yes," said Tiana. "Yes, he does indeed, master."
"Don't be sorry, Padawan... it was so worth it..." She continued when Tiana looked at her, confused. "The look on his face... but, Padawan, don't tell him I said that." Jandalf looked at Tiana suspiciously. "...Padawan?"
"I will not, master."
"PADAWAN!!!" shouted Jandalf.
"I am here, master," said Tiana, edging away.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING??" shouted Jandalf.
"...Errrrr..." said Tiana, continuing to edge away.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TELL HIM, ARE YOU??" screamed Jandalf, sounding faintly like 152763 people fuming.