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« Reply #240 on: 12-09-2006 21:30 »

Mwuhahahahahaha.

Young ZoidZoid, if you hadn't noticed it yet then you never will. Everything I say is a lie.
...except that.
And that.
...And that.... and that... and that....
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« Reply #241 on: 12-10-2006 03:34 »

Leela engaged the engine on low power so as not to jolt the station. With finesse, she hoped to be able to move it without alerting Zapp, though that was likely an impossibility. She felt the very slight jolt as the diamond tether became taut, and opened the engines up a little more. A rhythmic reverberation filled the cabin.
   Amy entered the cockpit, shedding parts of her space suit as she went. She was sweaty after her EVA work, and her clothes clung wetly to her body, but hurried to her engineering station without hesitation.
   “Engine output is nominal,” she said, with an edge of strain in her voice.
   Leela glanced at the girl. “Kif’s gonna be okay,” she said reassuringly (also hoping to reassure herself). “Fry won’t let anything happen to him.”
   Amy nodded wordlessly, and Leela turned her attention back to the console – the ship was towing the asteroid toward higher orbit at a snail’s pace – the massive chunk of ore was a much larger payload than they normally hauled. She gritted her teeth and narrowed her eye.
   “Come on…!”

Zapp spat on the ground and ignored the present-day Fry, turning instead to the scarred and unshaven duplicate – the one who had struck him earlier.
   “You,” he said. “You called yourself ‘the right hand of fate’, though that title is one I had thought to reserve for myself… for you see…” he made a vague gesture at the ground, “the world beneath our feet has always turned to me to protect it and solve its problems, and in that way I have held it in my sway. I am the real leader of Earth; not that preserved skull in a bottle. Me! Zapp Brannigan! The Zapper! The Man with No Name!”
   “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Zapp,” future Fry muttered darkly.
   “What would Earth be without me?” Zapp continued, as though he hadn’t heard. “Subjugated by alien hordes, forced to speak heretical foreign languages and pray to impotent foreign Gods. The world NEEDS people like me, to persecute without reason or exception – to scour the Universe of any threat, real or imagined – and to rule like a king!
   “…But the world I serve has turned its back on me,” he went on in a quieter tone, looking down at the positron blaster in his hand.
   “Well I’ve heard enough crap from admiral girdle,” Bender announced. “Let’s all go home and get some much-needed booze into our booze-holes.” He turned away, pulling Kif and present-day Fry by the arms.
   “Don’t move another inch!” Zapp bellowed suddenly, pointing his blaster at the group with wild eyes.
   “Why not?” Bender snapped. “What are you gonna do, shoot your gun off and ignite the atmosphere so the place blows up and kills us all? I’d like to see you try!”
   “Bender!” Present Fry slapped a hand over the robot’s mouth unit, and Bender swatted him away indignantly.
   Zapp began laughing, quietly at first, and gradually louder, until he was all but screaming with laughter and sending specks of spittle flying from his mouth.
   “Ha…hahahaha!” Bender joined in, slapping his thigh and chortling as Zapp continued to cackle insanely.
   “Oh Jeez…” Fry muttered. “Last time I heard a laugh like that it was from my elementary school English teacher right before she tore off all her clothes and started eating chalk. I think he’s really lost it.”
   “Really?” Kif said, his voice dripping with dark sarcasm. “When did you come to that conclusion?”
   “Oh I dunno,” Bender said, chuckling and wiping his eye. “I think this jerkwad’s a lot more fun than he used to be.”
A slight shudder ran through the asteroidal regolith beneath their feet, and Zapp looked up in alarm, becoming aware for the first time that the station was moving inexplicably away from Earth.
   “Ah, I see!” he barked, baring his teeth at the others. “Trying to rob me of my grand send-off, are you? Well, a valiant attempt - but no dice!” He swung the blaster to point at future Fry, who had been edging furtively towards him.
   “I had hoped for a larger audience, but I suppose you’ll have to do,” he said. “Time to meet our maker… let’s hope God is a sexy, many-breasted lady deity.”
   “Well actually…” future Fry began, but trailed off as Zapp lifted his gun up into the air theatrically. “Oh jeez,” he said. Guys – RUN!”
   “There’s nowhere to go…” Zapp whispered to himself, and applied pressure to the trigger.

At a High Elliptical Orbit altitude of more than sixty thousand kilometres, Leela backed off the engines and allowed the tether to go loose.
   “That’s far enough,” she said. “Detach the filament, Amy – we’re going back for our boys.”
   “Aye Captain!” Amy said enthusiastically, punching the keys.
   Leela spun the Planet Express ship around on its axis and powered back toward the asteroid at high speed, hoping anxiously that everyone was still alright.

Future Fry lunged forward and grabbed at Zapp’s gun, managing to jam a finger behind the trigger. Zapp tried to fire, and was unable to activate the mechanism with Fry’s finger in the way. He grunted in frustration and aimed a punch at Fry’s head. The time-travelling delivery boy caught Zapp’s wrist with his cybernetic hand and squeezed, feeling the satisfying grind of bones beneath his grip.
   “You filthy barbarian!” Zapp snarled savagely. “I’ll see you burn yet!” He lashed out with his foot, catching Fry in the groin.
   Bender, Kif, and present-day Fry watched as future-Fry sagged in agony. Fry moved to help his other self, but the older incarnation shouted hoarsely for him to stay away.
   “Go!” he yelled, still hanging desperately onto Zapp’s gun. “I don’t think I can stop him – just RUN!” He swiped across Brannigan’s torso with his steel-clawed right hand, opening up the larger man’s flesh and sending streamers of blood spraying onto the ground. Zapp shouted out loudly in pain and fury.

   “I’m not gonna just leave you!” present-day Fry shouted. He started forward again, but Zapp’s gun swung in his direction as the two combatants scrabbled for it.
   “You CAN’T leave me!” future Fry growled as he wrestled for the weapon. “You ARE me! And one version of us needs to survive to be with her – so GO!”
   “He’s right – come on!” Bender said, grabbing Fry’s shoulder and pulling him backwards.
   “But…”
   Zapp pulled back, using his weight to throw the smaller man off-balance and twist out of his grasp. He cracked the handle of the blaster against future Fry’s head, knocking the delivery boy to his knees. Fry recovered fast, snapping out a strong kick into Zapp’s flabby stomach. Brannigan wheezed and stumbled back, reeling. His eyes fixed on the group by the exit; present Fry, Bender, and Kif.
   “Oh, you’re not leaving,” he snarled, levelling the blaster at them. The three friends gasped in horror as Zapp prepared to fire.
   “No!” Future Fry shouted, launching himself up into Zapp’s line of fire.
The positron blast cut through the air leaving a flaming trail that flared and expanded, and slammed into future Fry’s outstretched right arm, blasting apart the cybernetic prosthesis and continuing onward into his torso. He was thrown to the ground amid a ring of fire that began eating rapidly into the atmosphere. Zapp was engulfed in it, and the sound of his laughter carried over the roar of the flames.
“…This is right…” future Fry whispered to himself as his vision faded. “My life… for hers…”
Kif and Bender dragged Fry back through the adjoining passage as a massive incandescent fireball billowed out and engulfed the cemetery.
The atmosphere erupted in flames that expanded out rapidly. The three fleeing figures were caught by the blast wave and lifted off the ground as it pushed them through the access tunnel, limbs flailing and screams stifled by the roar of burning air.
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« Reply #242 on: 12-10-2006 05:35 »

I thought you might kill off future Fry that way...vision fading reminds me of fainting.  mad

Okay, I'm caught up with the story now. Continue it. Now. *shakes fist*
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« Reply #243 on: 12-10-2006 06:16 »

Arr, you know me too well. There'll be one post left to this. I'll try to lay it down tomorrow. Then we'll see what's what.
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« Reply #244 on: 12-10-2006 06:32 »

Tomorrow eh? Cool, extra present!  tongue
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« Reply #245 on: 12-10-2006 06:34 »

Yay! Present-day!

Wooo! Dual-meaning!

Haha. I am the king of stupid puns.
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« Reply #246 on: 12-10-2006 06:44 »

'Cause I'm the king of wishful stinking...

Aww, the end of tomorrow's post will have that 'END' thing at the end of it...
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« Reply #247 on: 12-10-2006 06:46 »

Yes big grin
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« Reply #248 on: 12-10-2006 07:49 »

Last bit tomorrow? I'm there!
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« Reply #249 on: 12-10-2006 08:05 »

Yay. Party at the end of the world. I'll bring beer and some mix tapes!
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« Reply #250 on: 12-10-2006 16:23 »

I'll bring the nibbles and music.

Great update Coldy, can't want for the endind, it should be good.  wink
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« Reply #251 on: 12-10-2006 23:33 »

I'll fire up the barbie.
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« Reply #252 on: 12-11-2006 00:19 »
« Last Edit on: 12-11-2006 00:19 »

DID SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING ABOUT A BBQ!? *looks at last update* Future Fry died? well at least one Fry survived I mean one of them had to die otherwise Space-Time will be destroyed.

 
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Originally posted by Coldangel_1:
Mwuhahahahahaha.
Young ZoidZoid, if you hadn't noticed it yet then you never will. Everything I say is a lie.
...except that.
And that.
...And that.... and that... and that....


I guess it's hard to show sarcasm on forums because I was just kidding.

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« Reply #253 on: 12-11-2006 02:13 »
« Last Edit on: 12-11-2006 02:13 by coldangel_1 »

Leela’s eye widened in horror as she watched the deadly orange blossom unfold inside the Orbiting Meadows dome that floated in space straight ahead.
   “Oh my sweet Lord, no!” she cried. “No! No!” She slammed the ship’s throttle to full, gunning straight for the station’s docking tube even as the main dome ruptured and began to disgorge great streaming columns of flaming gas into the void.
   The docking gate wasn’t fully open, but Leela flew onward heedlessly, clipping the tail fin against the plexiglass barricade. Inside the secondary dome, the air roared and spiralled violently toward the atmospheric breech; the Planet Express ship came through the airlock and was spun about madly in the sudden maelstrom.
   “Aii!” Amy shrieked, clinging to her belt buckle.
   With monumental skill, Leela managed to bring the ship into a stable hovering pattern against the roaring torrent of air.
   “Where are they?!” she gasped in mortified falsetto, staring out through the forward viewscreen in desperation.
   “Oh my God,” Amy sobbed.
   Suddenly, from out of nowhere, three figures slammed into the forward viewscreen and hung there spread-eagled, making the women jump in fright. One was Bender, while the other two were shrouded in space suits with the hastily-affixed helmets misted by condensation.
   “Stay strapped-in,” she ordered Amy. “This is gonna get bumpy.” With that, she hit the landing button, and the embarkation stair descended, allowing the air inside the PE ship to rush out in a deafening torrent that whipped savagely around them. The three figures slipped down the front of the ship and fell to the ground while the landing stairs settled nearby. They picked themselves up and ran up the stairs, and Bender slammed his hand against the emergency lock button when they reached the top, causing the staircase to ascend again.
   A series of explosions rocked through the asteroid as power reactors and oxygen tanks erupted spectacularly. The gravity generators overloaded and the PE ship bobbed freely in the rapidly disintegrating dock facility.
   Leela and Amy paused to let their ears stop popping, then detached themselves from their chairs and rushed weightlessly back through the companionway. In the common area, they met with Bender and the two suited figures who were floating dazed with their helmets still on.
   “Someone’s missing,” Amy sobbed, wringing her hands.
   Slowly, both the figures removed their helmets. Fry and Kif looked breathless and bruised by their brush with explosive decompression, but a sense of mournfulness pervaded over all else.
   Amy rushed to embrace Kif, sobbing gently on his shoulder as her pent up anxiety finally released. Leela similarly clung to Fry; and Bender, feeling left out, pulled a bottle of malt liquor from his chest cavity and hugged it tenderly.
   Leela pulled back from Fry and looked questioningly into his eyes.
   “The other one…?” she said softly. Fry shook his head, and Leela let out a small moan of anguish.
   “He saved us,” Fry said. “He put himself between us and Zapp to give us a chance…”
   “Oh God Fry,” Leela whispered, clinging to him. “It was supposed to be me. He… you… he… died in my place.”
   “I’d have done the same thing,” Fry said comfortingly. “Oh wait… I did… didn’t I?”
   A staccato clatter echoed through the hull as clouds of asteroid debris rained against the ship.
   “The place is coming apart,” Bender said. “Perhaps it’s time we were elsewhere.”
   Leela nodded, swallowing hard. “Right,” she said, reluctantly pulling away from Fry and jogging off to the bridge.
   The main reactors and redundant atmo-supply tanks erupted in final violent splendour, tearing great gouts of rubble from the surface of the asteroid in shimmering tongues of gas and plasma. The Planet Express ship blasted away from the stricken rock.



One week later.
Old New York.

The procession made their way slowly through the ruins of the old city. New York, the New York that was, lay mouldering beneath the base of the new city that formed a ceiling hundreds of feet above – a city on a plate, poised oppressively above the dim shambolic slums below.
   Leela and Fry carried a long crate between them, and Bender held a pair of shovels over his shoulder and a dog-shaped bundle under one arm. Amy and Zoidberg followed along, occasionally stopping to help Professor Farnsworth clear some obstacle or other. Farnsworth clutched a chocolate iced cake and muttered intermittently about random subjects.
   “It was nice of Kif to organize transport of the body to us,” Leela remarked to break the gloomy silence.
   “He said it was the least he could do,” Amy replied. “He would be here, but the DOOP needs him now with the loss of the President. There’s some who are tipping him to be the next in line for leadership. They didn’t really know what to do with the dead body of a living person anyway – their official protocols don’t cover that.”
   “Yes…” Leela trailed off. It was difficult indeed – they’d had to keep Hermes in the dark about what had happened, because if he’d gotten wind that Fry (any Fry) was dead, then he’d bust the present living Fry down to zombie salary.
She stared at the back of Fry’s head in front of her. “Fry, are you sure about this?” she asked.
   “Positive,” Fry replied, hefting the crate to get a better grip as they marched onward. “It seems there aren’t many places you can legally bury a person who is officially still alive, so this is really the best choice open to us.”
   Leela nodded, looking down at the evidence crate with the DOOP logo stamped on it. “Still,” she said quietly, “I can’t help wonder if this is the best we could do for him.”
   “Hey, relax,” Fry said, forcing lightness to his voice as he led the group through the gates of an ancient cemetery. “I’ve never really cared much about what happens to me after I die. My body, I mean. Unless it’s something gross like getting chopped up and put into tins of pet food and eaten by homeless people.”
   “That was outlawed last year,” the Professor said in a moment of lucidity.
“Those damn liberal protestors!” Zoidberg moaned hungrily. He looked at the Professor, noticing the cake in the old man’s hands. “Are you going to eat that?” he asked, pointing at the cake with his mouth tentacles twitching.
   “Am I going to eat what?” the cake replied in confusion.
   “Shut up, dammit!” the Professor snapped. “We’re all going to eat it,” Zoidberg brightened, “except you, Zoidberg!”
   “Awwww!”
   Fry finally reached the spot and he and Leela set the crate down. He had only come once before, as a kind of clarification for himself after locating the place on the Internet. Now he swallowed back a lump in his throat as he looked down at the age-worn headstones of his mother and father, standing next to each other.
   “Okay,” he said, taking a pace to the side where an open area of dry earth lay beckoning. “Let’s dig.”
   Bender tossed him a shovel, and together the two of them set to work digging, while the others stood back in respectful silence. At length they finished the work and stood back; Fry sweating and Bender guzzling booze. Leela moved forward and helped Fry lower the crate into the hole, and then Fry took the dog-shaped bundle that Bender had been carrying and put it down at the foot of the hole, near the bottom of the crate.
   “I’ve been reluctant to part with old Seymour,” he explained sheepishly when Leela raised her eyebrow at him. “I guess now I never really have to. A part of me can be here with my parents and my dog, no matter where I go.”
   “That’s sweet Fry,” she said, touching his hand. “Do you want to say something?”
   “I think the plaque I carved says it all,” he replied, gesturing at Bender. The robot pulled a home-made wooden cross out of his chest cavity and tossed it to Fry, who moved to the head of the grave and hammered it into the ground with the flat of his shovel.
   Leela squinted in the poor light to read the childlike words Fry had carved into a plaque on the cross.
   “Hear liez Philip J Fry – gratest guy in the univers!” She rolled her eye at his triumphant grin.
   “Now nobody can say I’m not the greatest guy in the Universe,” Fry said proudly.
   “Does anybody else have something to say?”
   “He was a hero,” Bender said, “and he still is.” The others looked at him in surprise, Fry in particular gaping in astonishment at the admission.
   “Wow, Bender… do you mean that?”
   “I don’t mean anything!” Bender snapped in embarrassment, turning away. “Bite my shiny metal ass.”
   The cake in Professor Farnsworth’s arms cleared its pastry throat. “I did not have the pleasure of knowing this particular incarnation of Philip J. Fry,” it said in a well-rounded public-speaking voice. “However, having become acquainted with his equal counterpart in this alternate timeline, I can say that he was a man of great strength of will and vibrancy of…”
   “You be quiet!” Professor Farnsworth shouted angrily.
   “Come on,” Fry said, digging his shovel into the mound of loose earth. “Lets finish this – I hate long goodbyes.” He and Bender began filling in the grave, shovelling dirt over the crate, and when they had finished they stood back with the others and silence descended.
   “Hooray – I’m mourning with friends!” Zoidberg said happily.
   “Shh!” Leela chided. She moved over to Bender and took a bunch of lilies out of his chest cavity, kneeling before the grave and laying them down.

She stayed that way for a moment, lost in melancholic thoughts, before looking up at Fry.
   “I don’t ever want to have to bury you again,” she said quietly and seriously.
   “Me either,” Fry replied.
   “Alright, enough of your meaningless emotions,” the Professor said. “It’s time for the wake – who wants cake?”
   “Oh I do!” Amy said.
   The Professor took out a knife and proceeded to cut into the cake, prompting screams of horrific unbridled agony that echoed around the subterranean cavern for long minutes.

They made their way back out through the tangle of Old New York some time later. Fry and Leela dawdled some distance behind the group, and the others allowed them their space.
   “You okay?” Leela asked him.
   “Yeah,” he said. “It’s just… he made me realize something.”
   “What’s that?”
   Fry looked pensive for a moment, and then a slight smile touched his lips. “That life is too short to waste,” he said, “and that every moment should be cherished.” He stopped, and Leela turned to stare at him.
   “Leela,” he said. “This may not be the perfect time or place… but the thing is - there may never be a perfect time or place… times and places will pass us by if we try waiting for perfection, and one day there won’t be a tomorrow. So I’m gonna ask you a question here and now, in the middle of a dusty street underground, because I don’t wanna wait any longer to ask it.”
   “…A question?” Leela said breathlessly, holding a hand over her heart.
   “Yeah,” Fry said. Slowly, he took Leela’s hand in his own and got down on one knee before her. “Turanga Leela…” he began…


END.


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« Reply #254 on: 12-11-2006 02:16 »

Thought this song would be an appropriate closer.

'Call me, Call me', Words By: Tim Jensen. Vocal: Steve Conte


I close my eyes  and I keep seeing things
Rainbow waterfalls
Sunny liquid dreams

Confusion creeps inside me raining doubt
Gotta get to you
But I don’t know how

Call me, Call me
Let me know it’s alright
Call me, Call me
Don’t you think it’s ‘bout time
Please want you call and

*Ease my mind
Reasons for me to find you
Peace of mind
What can I do
To get me to you

I had your number quite some time ago
Back when we were young
But I have to grow

Ten thousand years I’ve searched it seems and now
Gotta get to you
Won’t you tell me how

Call me, Call me
Let me know you are there
Call me, Call me
I wanna know you still care
Come on now won’t you

Ease my mind
Reasons for me to find you
Peace of mind

Reasons for living my life
Ease my mind
Reasons for me to know you
Peace of mind
What can I do
To get me to you

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« Reply #255 on: 12-11-2006 03:19 »

*sniffle* That was fantastic, bittersweet but still one of the most gut-wrenching stories.
Thanks for the ride.
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« Reply #256 on: 12-11-2006 03:53 »

I've never been great at expressing my emotions, so I'll give this a cold, unfeeling numerical score.

8.8/10

It's a pop culture reference!
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« Reply #257 on: 12-11-2006 04:37 »

TLF - 'twas my pleasure.  big grin

Nerd-o-rama - I know you're not an easy man to please, so I'll take 8.8 from you as high praise indeed. Thank you.  big grin
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« Reply #258 on: 12-11-2006 07:59 »

Aww, Seymour.  smile

"Who wants cake?" - I said that on Saturday night and nobody wanted any. Pfft.


Eggsellent story young man.
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« Reply #259 on: 12-11-2006 08:06 »

Hooray! I'm writing fan-fiction with friends!  big grin

I think now I should retire and become a reclusive shut-in.
...more so.

Thank you Maz. I'll have some of your cake. Email a slice to me.
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« Reply #260 on: 12-11-2006 08:16 »

And I smell like one too...



Yeah, there you go.  tongue
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« Reply #261 on: 12-11-2006 08:46 »

Very well done!  I was especially impressed by the chapter with the god entity. 
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« Reply #262 on: 12-11-2006 09:14 »

Yay, cake!

Thank you Crash_7. I enjoyed writing that part.
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« Reply #263 on: 12-11-2006 23:09 »

Wow, that was so...good.  big grin

Geez, all those paradoxes-it's hard to grasp, and yet still makes sense. But then again, it doesn't. I always thought that it was impossible to change the past, because you could only fulfill it (Like in Roswell That Ends Well) But this story made me see what I usually thought was wrong in a new light. Only two words can describe its poetic beauty: Brilliant.
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« Reply #264 on: 12-11-2006 23:25 »

Thank you, thank you.  big grin
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« Reply #265 on: 12-11-2006 23:58 »
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Awww it finished...(start another fan-fic) please... I don't mean to be pushy but not only are you a great artist your a great Author to.
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« Reply #266 on: 12-12-2006 00:10 »

Nah, I think I might retire now.
Glad you liked my work.  big grin
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« Reply #267 on: 12-12-2006 00:38 »

yeah, I suppose you deserve to retire after all the greatness you've done here.
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« Reply #268 on: 12-12-2006 00:53 »

once again, a job well done
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« Reply #269 on: 12-12-2006 01:15 »

Thank you.

If in the future I do another one, it won't be a follow-on. This trilogy's ended and I'd prefer to reset back to TDHaIP rather than continue onward into marriage and domesticity  puke . It's more fun when there's Fry/Leela UST to play with, and I'd enjoy finding new and exciting ways to resolve it.
...But not right now. I think I should devote some time to a few more personal projects that have a chance of actually earning a return. And then there's Christmas to think about too...
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« Reply #270 on: 12-12-2006 10:50 »

Although the chapter was fantastic I still think your evil, you didn't even finish the proposal!!!

Apart from that, fantastic ending to a fantastic story, I look forward to the sequel  wink
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« Reply #271 on: 12-12-2006 14:36 »

ghkholjuopi[ wwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaa

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« Reply #272 on: 12-12-2006 18:30 »

I am evil jle. Evil like a Fox.
It was a poigniant place to end. The rest is left to your imagination.
Glad you enjoyed the story. There will be no sequel - a trilogy of four lacks the poetry, but one day I will do another fanfic. One day...
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« Reply #273 on: 12-13-2006 00:00 »

We'll be waiting...
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« Reply #274 on: 12-13-2006 03:28 »

 
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Originally posted by coldangel_1:
I am evil jle. Evil like a Fox.
It was a poigniant place to end. The rest is left to your imagination.
Glad you enjoyed the story. There will be no sequel - a trilogy of four lacks the poetry, but one day I will do another fanfic. One day...
Four parts, true, no poetry.  But a trilogy in five parts is guaranteed science fiction gold.

Seriously, I agree with your decision.  Some authors (some of the ones with 28+ part epics) get so committed to their own fanon universes that their ideas eventually just get stale.  A fresh start is good for originality.

"Finally, I get to save the Earth with deadly lasers instead of deadly slide shows."

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« Reply #275 on: 12-13-2006 03:40 »

I wasn't planning on interconnecting the fanfics I've done but for sequel requests by readers. Though it's my hope that the stories can still stand alone. The connections are fairly tenuous so you don't need to have read the previous ones.
I prefer single stories with a beginning and an end.
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« Reply #276 on: 12-14-2006 20:39 »

you probably hate me coldangle_1 but i like your fanfic and the pictures are great with the fic too
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« Reply #277 on: 12-14-2006 20:47 »

Thankyou.
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« Reply #278 on: 12-16-2006 23:32 »

the ending was really great i give the whole story a 10 and extra credit because you put pictures in  smile
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« Reply #279 on: 12-17-2006 04:35 »

I appreciate that.
I find the endings to be the most important part.
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