open } { come and help me, obi-wan. explode fighters with a blaster gun
[the first thing you’ll see is a vision of a more than slightly annoyed Sam, but only the tops of the shoulders. He doesn’t look too shocked or stunned-getting bounced around TV Land for the past few days would do that to a guy-but there’s a Sam rant coming. A Sam rant being directed as someone who may or may not be listening but clearly he feels this all needs to be said.]
Alright. First of all? Star Trek was the TV show. Not Star Wars. Not that I’m really complaining, because Star Trek was less cool but the point still stands. Wrong space franchise. Star Trek had Shatner. I am not pretending to be Shatner. Add to the fact that the aliens weren’t nearly as cool, and the storylines were boring. There was no real emotional payoff. Not that the recent reboot didn’t have its moments, but that’s not the point.
The point is that Star Wars is movie only. You really need to catch up on your pop culture if you’re supposed to be tossing us through TV shows across time.
Second, what role am I supposed to be playing here? Jedi Knight? Sith Lord? So far it’s been a little more obvious-and occasionally painful-but leaving me alone in a room with no hints at all? It’s a little weird. Also, I’m not going to lie that how real this looks is pretty awesome. Getting us to go back and “play our roles” is hard without the right amount of incentive. I’m pretty sure I’d rather stick around as a civilian here than go back and fight the Apocalypse.
[that’s a lie, Sam’s got a strong sense of duty, and he doesn’t want to get stuck in TV Land forever, but he’s gotta bait him, somehow, and drag him out into the open. This Trickster-if he’s even a Trickster-has a habit of being more slippery than most]
Third, taking my clothes is creepy. Even for you. Give them back, and tell me where my brother is.
Now.
[and with that, the feed cuts off.]
Alright. First of all? Star Trek was the TV show. Not Star Wars. Not that I’m really complaining, because Star Trek was less cool but the point still stands. Wrong space franchise. Star Trek had Shatner. I am not pretending to be Shatner. Add to the fact that the aliens weren’t nearly as cool, and the storylines were boring. There was no real emotional payoff. Not that the recent reboot didn’t have its moments, but that’s not the point.
The point is that Star Wars is movie only. You really need to catch up on your pop culture if you’re supposed to be tossing us through TV shows across time.
Second, what role am I supposed to be playing here? Jedi Knight? Sith Lord? So far it’s been a little more obvious-and occasionally painful-but leaving me alone in a room with no hints at all? It’s a little weird. Also, I’m not going to lie that how real this looks is pretty awesome. Getting us to go back and “play our roles” is hard without the right amount of incentive. I’m pretty sure I’d rather stick around as a civilian here than go back and fight the Apocalypse.
[that’s a lie, Sam’s got a strong sense of duty, and he doesn’t want to get stuck in TV Land forever, but he’s gotta bait him, somehow, and drag him out into the open. This Trickster-if he’s even a Trickster-has a habit of being more slippery than most]
Third, taking my clothes is creepy. Even for you. Give them back, and tell me where my brother is.
Now.
[and with that, the feed cuts off.]