Subject: [MISC. FANFIC] RayCav's Random Fanfic #1
Date: 10 Aug 2002 05:30:27 -0700
From: mikewongisgod@hotmail.com (RayCav)
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars




The planet hung in space like a silent orb glowing steadily. On the
side hung in darkness, the clouds floated carelessly in the night. An
occasional aircraft flew through these clouds, the pilots unaware of
their presence. However, this mattered not, for the small scattering
of clouds presented no danger, as the pilots pressed forward in their
flights, possibly delivering passengers to some remote vacation spot,
possibly to bomb the shit out of some crackpot dictator.

The streets criss-crossed the city like a giant labyrnth, yet despite
this the drivers within their automobiles, which were traveling on the
road, were able to reach their destinations safely, at least most of
the time. Granted, the occasional accident happened, but on this day
strangely a soul was sacraficed in auto-related injuries. Some of
these cars may have actually been owned by the drivers that drove them
that day; others may have been mere taxis, limos, buses, or other
means of multiple conveyance.

Those that were unable to obtain a vehicle were forced to walk. On
this rainy night, several people used their umbrellas to sheild them
from the rain. Other people, who did not possess umbrellas, wore
raincoats. Still further people wore trenchcoats or other heavy
garmets that were effective in sheilding a person from the rain, and
others merely used the day's edition of the local newspaper to sheild
them, as they scurried into structures that were quite well suited to
sheilding them from the rain.

Several of these people decided that today would be a good day to
walk. Some had no choice, because a dog doesn't exactly get to choose
when to take a shit. Most of these unfortunate pets were forced to
walk in the rain without any protective wear. Fortunately, their
natural fur coats provided sufficient means of warmth and comfort.
Other owners actually were able to provide their pets raincoats or
similar sheilding from the rain.

Several of the inhabitants of this planet decided to remain within
their protective shelters. The various lights on various skyscrapers -
signs of inhabitation - made various cities to shine like glorious
jewels randomly scattered across the surface of the planet, which had
the interesting effect of making the planet in turn seem like a shiny
jewel. This was only magnified by the fact that it was a dark and
stormy night.

In one of these massive skyscrapers, a family cozied together to read.
A father sat in a huge, comfortable recliner chair, with two daughters
on each of the chair's arms. A son sat near his feet. He was reading a
book by Dr. Suess, which may or may not actually orignate from his
actual universe and may or may not concern green eggs and ham. His
wife leaned on a wall and looked upon the rest of her family with a
certain sense of satisfaction. She was very proud of the family she
had been able to start. She was of a height of 5 foot 9 inches, had
golden brunette hair, a very slim, curvy figure that almost seemed
unrealistic for a mother; her breasts prodded out from underneath her
apron, giving the impression of a gently rolling hill. Her golden skin
complexion was not at all ruined by the birth of three children, and
she had managed to maintain a certain beauty, a beauty that can only
be described as that of which a certain incredibly perverted guy might
want to describe in a certain useless fanfic, for the mere end of
getting his sexual jollies (or lack thereof) for the day.

In another random apartment in another random skyscraper, a couple
gave heavy thought to the fornication that they planned for the
evening. They had just recently married, and being both virgins, this
would be their first experience. The man looked lovingly at his wife,
who was laid on the bed in a most provocative pose. She was also of 5
foot 9 inches in height, was just into her twenties, also had
beautiful golden brunette hair, and had a figure to die for. She was
almost nude, save for her leg stockings, and a few items of jewerly
that did not impede her husband's view of her in any way. And once
again, she was also of a certian beauty of which a certain pervert
might wish to describe, because his fantasies of fornicating with a
young married mother apparently did not give him the sexual jollies he
was hoping for.

On the streets below, a man wearing a heavy trenchcoat was running for
his life. The man, whose name was Ray, held a few documents in his
hand. One of the documents was a certain fanfic about a pirate who
lived in the future, another was about a cyborg who landed on Earth,
and yet another about the epic battle of Wolf 359. A large crowd was
chasing him, because Ray wrote these fanfics and they were very
popular, but he refused to release further chapters because he wanted
to refine them further, which the angry mob interpreted as pure BS.
Furthermore, the angry mob was tired of continous delays, and the
pitiful excuses that Ray gave, despite the fact that he had been
churning out humor fanfics, as well as random fanfics to satisfy his
state of one lacking a sex life, at an endless rate. Ray ran as fast
as he could, as the rain beat into his eyes, which were getting
irritated by the wet rain. Behind him, Ray saw the crowd with torches
and pitchforks, and decided to run faster.

Then Lt. Hit-Man came in the Death Star and blew the planet up. The
end.