My poor self esteem aside. I thought I would post some of the first chapter here to see if it is received favorably. (If it is.. I might continue writing it.)

I give you A Red Letter Day.

Chapter One.
Sunrise.

The sun rose slowly over New New York as dawn made yet another unavoidable appearance. Bright beams of sunlight scattered and gleamed over the city that had draped itself in the remnants of an early morning rain. A few rays found their way through hastily drawn curtains in a small room in apartment 1i.

They crept slowly over a cluttered floor jumping over some empty fast food cartons. Paused briefly before skipping through a pile of Slurm Blue cans, sneaked past a half eaten pizza and dodged through some discarded clothing that consisted of a pair of black pants, a couple of boots and an old red jacket prior their arrival at a bed. There they gently prodded a head covered with purple hair. The owner of that head grunted a protest at the sudden rays of light and crept further under the covers to escape the intrusive sun.

As the sun rose, more rays of light joined the previous in their exploratory expedition of the small room, illuminating it further. Aside from the bed there where sparse with furniture in the room; a couple of chairs, a table and a small TV standing on a pedestal situated opposite of the bed. It was running an early news edition with the sound off. The view screen was partially obscured by a white t-shirt.

If the furniture was sparse, the assorted debris covering it was not. Old newspapers, candy wrappers, video games, ladies underwear and more empty Slurm Blue cans were just some of the items littering the furnishing. The only thing not covered by thrash and standing on solitude guard on the window ledge was a picture frame. In the frame was the face of Phillip J. Fry, delivery boy extraordinaire, wearing his trademark grin.

A soft knock on the door disturbed the sunlit silence. The purple haired person stirred under the bed covers but did not react further. A few seconds idled by as nothing more happened. A harder, more insistent knock made its presences known.

“Go away.” A sleep drenched muffled voice muttered from under the covers.
“Rana? Are you awake?” A woman’s voice asked through the closed door.

The covers where impatiently moved aside by a slender arm revealing a young woman in her late teens. Her eyes glared from underneath a purple fringe at the closed door.

“No, I’m dead! Leave the flowers and go away!”

The door swung open. Leela poked her head in and looked sternly at her daughter.

“You got ten minutes!!” She snapped before drawing the door to a close.

Rana muttered something under her breath before she climbed out of bed. She paused briefly before the photo of Fry.

“Miss you dad.”

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Originally posted by coldangel_1:
Awww... what happened to him? Space Cow incident?

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Space Cow? *checks rest of story* Nope.
It's far more sinister.. muahahahahahahaha..

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Originally posted by Corvus:
I've been writing scribbling on yet another fan fic. Dunno if I will continue writing it. Mostly because it contains plot elements already explored at great length by peelers that write a lot better than me.

My poor self esteem aside. I thought I would post some of the first chapter here to see if it is received favorably. (If it is.. I might continue writing it.)

I give you A Red Letter Day...

[*Snip*]

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Hooking the Line and Sinking It: Fry, Bender, and Leela participate in a fishing contest where Fry is harrassed by a punk goth girl. Leela and Bender refuse to help him because they believe Fry needs to learn to fight his own battles.

Spacecast Caper: Fry, Bender, and Leela are on assignment in Arizona. While there, they learn that two video game fanatics had their system called "Spacecast 4000" stolen from them.

Family Fry: Part 2: Panic at the Disco
Snippage;
Leela gasped and sat up in her bed in surprise, her hand going directly to her stomach which was swollen with her obvious pregnancy. She cringed.
‘Oh God, not now.’
Next to her, Fry murmured and turned over in his undisturbed sleep. His calm and peaceful face was revealed in the moonlight creeping through the curtain, the least Leela wanted to do was disturb him; he had done so much for her. But as the moments went quickly by she realised she had no choice.
‘Fry.’ She whispered fearfully, but to no response. She reached over and gave his shoulder a short shake.
‘Fry, please…’ Fry gave a grunt and tried to wave her off.
‘Wake up, please, I need you to wake up.’
‘Wassamatter?’ Fry slurred sleepily.
‘I need to go to the hospital, the baby’s coming.’

Family Fry: Part 3: Aeronautic Assassins Attack!
Not written yet >< nothing to snip.
Story Idea; Lucy's 4 years old and is in care of her granparents when the Brains have escaped their imploded prison, they attack earth once again while Fry and Leela are away on a mission. Will they get back in time to save earth?
Does Lucy have the same brainwave irregularity as her father?
Will the brains discover the Nibblonians plan and destroy it?
Dun Dun Duuunnnn

Return to Mobius: Fry, Bender, Leela, Amy, and Zoidberg all go back to Mobius for a delivery. This time, they really do meet Sonic the Hedgehog and his friends, the Freedom Fighters. However, Sonic and the Freedom Fighters challenge Bender and Leela to drag racing, which leads to dire consquences.

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Originally posted by fryismyhero:
Corvus, I COMMAND you to write more fic. That teaser is just too teasing!

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That's easy.. I have already written it.

Oh look.. what's this? A drabble??
*waves drabble in front of FIMH*

*FIMH hangs head in shame*

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Originally posted by fryismyhero:
You've written it?

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Yes, the first part of it is finished.

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Originally posted by fryismyhero:
When is it going to be posted?

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Soon, hopefully next week.

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Originally posted by fryismyhero:
Or have you posted it already and I've not been looking hard enough? (which is probably more likely)

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No it hasn't been posted yet.. the teaser is what have been posted so far.

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Originally posted by Spacedal11:
Leela noted that behind Ren's violet-red hair, was a thick black patch covering her right eye. She found it funny how her own daughter would have one eye like her.
Leela asked, "Bender poke it out with a fork?"
Ren shook her head, "No, my eye is defected. It's small, greenish, mutanty, because I'm half mutant."
Leela gasped awkwardly, "So you're a mutant too? Wow I didn't think that gene of mine would really pass on."
"Well it did and I am." Ren replied, slightly frowning.
Leela sighed, "I'm sorry Ren. I understand how it's like growing up being an outcast because I was different than everything else."
Ren recognized that as her mother's voice. She smiled for a moment but shortly added, "And I didn't appreciate you making me dress up as a pirate for Halloween until I was 11 either."

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I'm working on it, and I will be done very soon. Fourty-two pages so far. That's with 'Verdana' font, size '8'. Should be finished sometime early next month. How 'bouts a quote/preview?

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Meanwhile, Leela noted that behind Ren's violet-red bangs, there was a thick black patch covering her right eye. She found it funny how her own daughter would have one eye like her.

She unknowingly interrupted Ren's train of thought by axing the first thing she could think of.

“Bender poke it out with a fork?”

Bender made a mocking gesture in their general direction.

Ren shook her head. “No,” she said, as though distracted, “My eye is defected. It's small, greenish, mutanty, because I'm half mutant."

Leela gasped awkwardly. “So you're a mutant too? Wow... I didn't think that gene of mine would really pass on.”

“Well it did.” replied Ren, slightly frowning. “And I am.”

Leela sighed.

“I'm sorry Ren. I understand what it's like growing up being an outcast, because I was different than everyone else."

Ren recognized that as her mother's voice. She smiled for a moment.

“And I didn't appreciate you making me dress up as a pirate for Halloween until I was eleven, either.” she said.

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Eschew obfuscation, espouse elucidation.

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Originally posted by Spacedal11:

Forty-two pages, damn. You've certainly put a lot of effor into this one. I'm looking forward to it. Can't wait.

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I think it's my best fic ever, actually. I really have you to thank for the idea. And good news! I finished it at said fourty-two pages yesterday. I just want to reread a few more times, maybe add a bit more character development, and then I'll format for UBB code and it'll be up.

Teaser trailer, eh?

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“Professor, are you sure this is safe?”

“No! But I have to find out what happens to me!”

“Look, Professor, we shouldn't have any communication with our future selves beyond what we've already done. They should just come in, get the parts they need, and leave. Otherwise, we risk changing the timeline!”

“But you saw how they were acting! I have to know what happens to me! I just have to! Now, I've wired this microscope to the cameras downstairs. We should be at least able to see them. Fry, would you like to look first?”

“Sure!... Hey, I can see Leela!”

“What's happened to me?” she axed.

“Ha! You're fat!”

“What!? Let me see!”

“Hey, I haven't seen me yet!”

“I can.”

“What do I look like?”

“Can't really tell. I'm blinded by the light reflecting off of your head!...”

“What?”

“Out of the way, you kids!” yelled the Professor, “Let me see me!”

He stared in for a few seconds. Then he stared straight ahead. Then he staggered away, with a look of shock upon his face.

Bender leaned over.

“Ohhhhhhh deeeeearrr...”

“What is it?” asked Fry, “Is he fat?”

“Oh my, no. In fact, he's lost a bit of weight, actually.”

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Eschew obfuscation, espouse elucidation.

A-typical Delivery

is up on The Leela Zone for those who didn't follow it in my thread.
(I'm looking at you, ...everyone)

It's fixed up a lot and flows a bit better now. The other part will be out in a couple weeks.

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Originally posted by JBERGES:
The first part of my final fic:

A-typical Delivery

is up on The Leela Zone for those who didn't follow it in my thread.
(I'm looking at you, ...everyone)

It's fixed up a lot and flows a bit better now. The other part will be out in a couple weeks.

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So Farnsworth, the Queen of the Ship, the author of PEEL's greatest love story says that she liked your story also.

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Originally posted by Corvus:
No it hasn't been posted yet.. the teaser is what has been posted so far.

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I'm really impressed with what I've read so far of 'Red Letter Day'. Have you posted anything more, and if so, where?

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Leela: If everyone's finished bein' stupid...

Fry: Uh, I had more, but you go ahead.

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Originally posted by THM:
I'm really impressed with what I've read so far of 'Red Letter Day'. Have you posted anything more, and if so, where?

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Leela: If everyone's finished bein' stupid...

Fry: Uh, I had more, but you go ahead.

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Originally posted by THM:
I like it; this is an impressive start to a good story. Leela and Rana have an interesting dynamic, and it's going to be interesting to see it played out, especially if the 'red letter day' refers to what I think it does. (i.e., the anniversary of Fry's death) And we haven't even seen how Rana interacts with the rest of the crew, or for that matter what's happened to them. If you need a beta-reader, I'd be happy to help; I'm looking forward to seeing how this develops.

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You are not the first to point out the dynamic between Leela and Rana as well as express an interest in seeing how that plays out.

Rana will interact with selected parts of crew.. as for who that remains for you to see.

A beta-reader? Already got a willing victim. Still, I'll keep your offer in mind should I need a new one.

On a final note: I'm writing on part two right now. Stay tuned!

Anyway, thought of a new fanfic that I plan on writing. Sorry Xanfor. I haven't done diddly squat when it comes to writing fanfictions. Or at least with the Futurama ones. They're all very cliched and stupid ripped right from movies and TV shows. I feel bad. I hate that I wrote such cheesy shit. Makes me wanna puke. No matter, Teral took them off FM a while ago so the Pandora's Box has been closed.

Irrigardless, I'm older, wiser, and more creative (maybe). I got's a plan.

Title: Universal Freak

Plot: It's a big What-If question: What if Seymour lived? Well we get to find out when the What-If machine breaks and creates a semi-false reality. (This is not suppose to be a sad story either, it's more like an Epic that starts with Seymour).

That's all I got for now. I'll give it more thought, but considering it's 1:30 in the AM I figured I share the idea for the hell of it. I'm bored with the shippy stories so I think it's time to break out with something weird.

I came up with this within the last hour, see how it flows.

Spoilers ahead! Highlight to read.

Universal Freak The line stretched for a block. She didn’t understand why everyone chose Tuesday, plain old Tuesday to come get a license. The line consisted of old geezers and young punks. She would have stuck out like a sore thumb had she been born with plain colored hair. But Leela looked as independent as the other junkies. Her purple hair tied in a tight ponytail as a long drooping bangs fell over her obscure eye. Nothing out of the ordinary here, she looked like she blended in with these kids…right? A girl with green spikes in her hair and heavy makeup poked her hard in the shoulder. This was the first time in ten years Leela had realized how flimsy her off-the-rack jacket was becoming. Turning around with a cold glare, the punk girl whose name had been tattooed clearly across the top of her bosoms, she snapped, “What?” “Hey dama did you slooshy the raz for the line?” Her low and easy voice drizzled in Leela’s ears. She had not a damn clue what that girl (who according to her boobies was named Delia), said. Thinking about it for a moment, taking her time, Delia snapped, “Are you sodded gloopy?” It’s Nadsat, Leela thought, knowing she had heard it somewhere before. She had heard ‘sodded gloopy’ before too. Blinking, it clicked, “Hey! Don’t call me that. I don’t speak Nadsat.” Now Leela completely faced the punker, standing taller thanks to her drab gray boots that elevated her 3 inches, they both had the in-your-face attitude. Delia frowned, “Well you could have said so.” She sourly spat. “You could have just spoken English.” “English is dead. Nadsat is the new slang. I’d get with the times you loser.” And the punk girl turned away. Leela turned to face the front of the line, and stuffed her hands stiffly in her pockets. Where had she been? Bellsypopper was the slang in her generation. It hadn’t been that long ago. She had had this jacket longer than her youth. Stuck in confusion, Leela waited for the geezers in front of her to shuffle forward. “Move up Dama!” Another punk yelled. Leela realized he was talking to her when she saw that the geezer had moved 39 feet ahead of her. Now she was able to round the block and actually enter the building. It reminded her of a courthouse that Bender had recently been in. It had a damp boring appeal to it. The punks behind her certainly livened up the room with their exotic colors. She shook the mid-life crisis feeling away and waited her turn. Standing there, she tried to think of the reason of why she was here. Hermes had told her that in an immediate decision of the DOOP that all licenses dated from 2990 and up had to be renewed due to the fact that most of these licenses were being counterfeit and fraud for immigrants and teenagers with nothing better to do. As it turns out, someone had been using Leela’s license up near the Plunatarian area for the last 6 months. Except they used the pseudo name Tangerine Lilly. “Next in line.” A five eyed octopus creature called, with a voice no more enthusiastic than Ben Stein on crack. Leela stepped forward, placing her hand on the granite counter as she pulled out her license. A plastic card with a picture of her from 91’ when she had pussy acne and bulky braces and her identification showed. The octopus typed in the 12-digit code on the back as it processed into the computer. “So you’re here to renew your license?” “Yep that’s me.” She avoided his multiple eyes. “And you would like to also qualify for our identification program?” “Yeah I guess.” The ock nodded, pulling out a pair of glasses that fit specifically for his face, having a bifocal for each eye. He then knelt below the counter and pulled out a stack of papers. Hermes will be thrilled at least, Leela thought dully. “Uh can I have these sent to my office?” She asked over the towering stack of forms. Without looking up from his computer the octopus said, “That’ll cost extra.” “Whatever, just have it sent to Planet Express. Send it to Hermes Conrad actually.” “Very well.” His voice began to itch her like a stick stuck in an unreachable place. The next thing he said, she knew she’d have to kill him. His voice was so humdrum it wasn’t even funny. A voice like that would kill someone. Bender would do it. He likes killing things that should die. “Now Ms. Leela while I undergo the shipping of the forms would you please step over there to take the oral exam?” She simply nodded. Much to her disappointment after going past ropes and more lines, facing more geezers and punks, Leela came face to face with yet again, the same 5-eyed octopus. She frowned when she stood up to the desk area. “Are you ready for your test Miss Leela?” No…wait until after he gives you the license to strangle him… Forcing a painful smile, she nodded. Question 1: How old were you when you got your license? “16.” Question 2: Where did you receive said license? “Coopers Dock for Mediocre Drivers with Possible Deformities” Sub-Question 1: What is your deformity? “…I only have one eye…can’t you see that?” “Please, no questions until after the exam.” Question 3: How long did it take you to receive your license? “A year and a half. I graduated top of the class.” Sub-Question 2: What was the date? “Uh…August 24th…wait…it was leap year…I meant August 42nd.” Question 4: Have you ever had your license revoked? “No. I’m a good space captain.” “Please Miss…No Personal information.” Bitter he was. Question 5: Have you ever needed to take a specific exam to fly? “Like what?” “Like the Captain’s Physical Test. Particularly the optometry section.” “As a matter of fact I did.” Sub-Question 3: Did you fail it? “No. What kind of question is that?” Question 6: Have you ever abused your vehicle of transportation? “Well…my co-workers have…but I-I…well yeah I’ve done it too.” Sub-Question 4: Were you or your co-workers trying to kill each other? “Uh…I think it happened 2 times…yeah…just two.” Sub-Question 5: Are you at all suicidal? “No! Do I look like I’ve tried to kill myself? Who makes up these questions?” The octopus put the paper down, and gave her the angriest yet bored face she had ever seen. It hurt to look at. Leela stood frozen for a moment, realizing she had just screwed herself. Cheekily, she tried to smile, “Let’s try that again. The suicidal question: Only when it’s necessary. Get that?” She tried to make him continue writing. He didn’t. “Miss Leela having a license to drive across the universe as well as the Sub-Universe and the Tri-Domination Universe is a serious business. If you can’t control yourself then I’m going to have to ask you to turn in your ID.” “You’re taking my license away?” Her voice didn’t sound scared, she just asked it bluntly. “That’s correct. Hand it over.” Oh, he’s not kidding. I don’t think he has the tolerance to kid anyway…ohhhh Crap.

You have much to teach us.

The epic monstrosity is shaping up to be almost novel-length; with about 70 pages done already, and I'm not even close to halfway through the story.
And it's got everything, baby! High-concept science-fiction, heart-pounding action sequences, philosophy, large scale space-opera, romance, humour, mythology, and SCRUFFY!

The short synopsis reads thusly:

Years have passed since Fry defeated the evil Brainspawn, and his forgotten heroism remains a blank page in history. However, the Universe will soon face a new menace. Old enemies are astir. And Fry, the Mighty One, must step forward one last time...

As it's gonna be my final fan-fiction, I'm really going out with a bang. Tackling the show's mythos and hammering together my own vision of finality that will probably be rendered obsolete by the upcoming DVD movies - but who cares!? It's a hell of a lot of fun so far.

Without further ado - here's a few selected excerpts from it, that I've neatly cropped so as not to give away too much:

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Spoilers ahead! Highlight to read.

A large pink blob hovered on the other side of the transparent partition, its surface puckered and ridged, and still carrying some faint luminescence from the trans-dimensional energy. It was a brain. A huge floating brain, which seemed to regard the scientists, despite the lack of any obvious eyes. “Duh, we should let it out and see what it tastes like!” one of the young scientists suggested, clapping his hands stupidly. Wernstrom opened his mouth, closed it, blinked several times, and shook his head. What bothered him more than the idiocy of the comment was his sudden inability to find any logical fault with it. Maybe if they ate the brain they could gain its knowledge… “What?” he said aloud, wondering where the ridiculous thought had come from. He watched one of his assistants bang her head against the transparent partition in apparent puzzlement as to how a solid wall could be in front of her and not be visible… which seemed like a good question… “Heh heh… my name is Ogden,” he heard himself blurt, and then grinned widely. “Og-den… Og den… Ogden… how weird is that?” “This isn’t MY hand!” one of the scientists shouted in terror, clutching at his own wrist and staring at his hand in mortification. “Evolution is a myth,” another of the team muttered. “God created us as we are.” “This ship would go faster if we painted it red…” “How many 7’s are there in ‘science’?” The ship’s AI spoke over the intercom: “All personnel are advised that life support will now be rationed to preserve stores – please inhale only once every twelve hours.” Wernstrom squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drive away the wild impulse to climb up on the pipe structure that lined the bulkhead. “Something… not right… is… banana…” he struggled. “Brain… make people… monkey… stupid…” “I can’t lick my elbow!” one of the team complained in anguish. “I’ll do it for you… no!” Wernstrom gritted his teeth, and looked at the brain that hovered motionless inside the containment chamber. “Must… have to… stop… stupidification…” “We all live in a yellow submarine!” the ship’s AI sang drunkenly. Wernstrom stumbled over to the containment module’s control console and giggled at the colourful buttons. He punched a few at random, and when they did nothing he began sulking, putting one thumb in his mouth. Agnew tried to walk up the wall and fell flat on his back while the others laughed. Wernstrom tried hard to focus, glaring down at the control console. Like the shadow of a distant memory, some knowledge flitted just out of reach. One button had a symbol on it that looked like a pair of lightning bolts. Wernstrom cocked his head to one side, trying to remember why he wanted to push the button, then shrugged and pushed it anyway. Suddenly, the interior of the containment chamber was filled with crackling bolts of electricity that swam sparking across every surface. The alien brain convulsed and flew wildly from side to side and hundreds of thousands of volts shot through it. When the defense grid discharge ceased, it fell smoking to the deck. Coming slowly back to his senses, Wernstrom surveyed the scene inside the chamber, and glanced at his groggy assistants. “What happened?” he asked. There was no answer. Swallowing hard, he formulated some orders. “Put together a bio-quarantine team,” he said weakly. “Check if that thing is still alive… then sedate it if it is.” Inside the containment module, the brain twitched and pulsed…

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“I need some kind of weapon!” Fry blurted as he strode into the meeting room of Planet Express with Bender in tow. “Hu-whaaa?” The Professor looked up from his ruminations and adjusted his thick glasses. “A weapon,” Fry repeated. “Oh! Well then…” Professor Farnsworth got up and slowly padded over to the wall where he pressed a concealed button. The entire section of steel panelling slid down into the floor and revealed racks upon racks of handguns, rifles and guided projectile launchers in all manner of bizarre shapes and sizes. “Holy momma!” Bend