Happy Austalia Day.
Wow. I'm so very sorry about the long, decidedly unplanned hiatus. So, to make up for it, I'll do a Sue-report.
I've found a Bebop-sue, but it's over 40 chapters long, so I'll be reporting that one in a few days.
For now, you'll just have to live with a Legato sue. Oh the pain of it all..X_x;
Story Or Series Title: Revelation Legata.
Fandom: Trigun. Ouch.
Culprit Author's Name: LegataBringerOfDeath
-ugh- One of those authors.
Summary:What happens when a mysterious woman is created by Knives and Legato? Can Nicholas D. Wolfwood survive her wicked Mind games?
Wolfwood X Legata
Legata X Legato Ah god. I'm cringing already and I haven't made it past the stats yet.
It's WIP, but lets hope it goes no FURTHER. Oh, I'm the kind of person who likes forewarning, so this story is rated R. There's badly written smut in it. I don't have the guts to include it in the sample.
Full Name (plus titles if any): Legata. Jeez, whose name might that be? A horrible mangling of *cough*Legato*cough*.
Full Species(es): Human. Well, whatever mangled genes are Legato's, she is a clone. Funny that. They live on a planet where the technology in general doesn't reach past early twentith century standards, yet they can clone people, something in this day and age is theretical? And never mind that a female verison is not a clone.
Hair Color (include adjectives): Azzure. Direct quote.
Eye Color (include adjectives): Golden. Lined with black eyeliner. >_> Prostitute fashion is in for Sues this season, I think.
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Quote "well manicured nails were also painted crimson. Azzure colored hair went past my shoulders and fell over one of my eyes. The black shirt I wore is tight and brings out my breasts. The grey miniskirt I've got on is slightly hiked up. Black boots come up to my knees and a white trench coat with the spikes on the shoulder was on my small frame. My coat lacked the skull that Legato had on his". End quote. All she needs is a peephole bra and sock suspenders....*bangs head against desk*
Special Possessions (if any): The ability to suddenly have a relationship with Wolfwood, with no establishing origin, or ANYTHING. Does Legato's DNA count as special possession? Oiy.
Annoying Origin: Apprently, Knives and Legato created her. Why did you do that, you stupid, stupid, crazy plant?
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: 'Been dating Wolfwood for six months. Oh dear. x_X: Again, shes a sporking clone of Legato. Annoying enough.
Annoying Special Abilities: Able to make Wolfwood really, really horny? Despite that Legato scares the living beejesus outta Wolfwood?
Other Annoying Traits: Just ugh. The story didn't progress far enough before it degraded to mindless smut.
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
The intro of this thankfully short story.
I walked into the taveren and leaned against a wall then closed my golden eyes. The black eye shadow really accented them, along with the silver eyeliner. My lips were crimson, like the color of blood. My well manicured nails were also painted crimson. Azzure colored hair went past my shoulders and fell over one of my eyes. The black shirt I wore is tight and brings out my breasts. The grey miniskirt I've got on is slightly hiked up. Black boots come up to my knees and a white trench coat with the spikes on the shoulder was on my small frame. My coat lacked the skull that Legato had on his.
I opened my eyes and looks around abit. Suddenly I was in some sort of a lab...The walls were white, the floor was made of linoleom. I looked down and saw I was naked, and in some kind of liquid and in a container. There are machines hooked up to me. A man was checking one of the machines, his hair is blue. I reconigzed him...He was Legato Bluesummers. From his DNA I was created. Another man appeared and shut off the machines and let out the liquid. His name was Knives.
I was then taked out of the container and told to stand, I did so.
"Looks like I did a good job of creating her...Do you agree Legato?"
"Yes Master Knives, a very good job..."
"I shall call her...Legata"
Tee-hee. That last line reminds me of Austin powers. Only not as funny..>_>
I snaped back into reality and looked at Nicholas D. Wolfwood and blinked. When did he get here??
"Yes Wolfwood?" I asked.
"I got your red wine like you asked me to..." He had replied.
"Thanks..." I took the wine from him and followed him to his table. The taveren was noisy and crowded. After we finnished our drinks I sighed.
"Whats wrong Legata?"
"It's to noisy here!"
"Want to go back to our hotel room?" He asked me. I nodded. We both got up and walked the short distance to our room. I pulled out my key and unlocked the dor and walked in with Wolfwood behind me. I walked over and sat on the large bed.
"Wolfwood?"
"Yes Legata?"
"I love you..." Wolfwood smiled at me.
"I love you to hon." Wolfwood walked over and put an arm around me.
Ah, the love that rips canon to shreds and has to basis, meaning, purpose or even sense.
There's a really, really , really toxic sample I wanted to add, but I won't, because it's rather Lemon-ish. And squicky...well, you can read the story if your'e a glutton for punishment. I guess the worst part of it all was it's just a pointless, pointless story with no point.
I've found a Bebop-sue, but it's over 40 chapters long, so I'll be reporting that one in a few days.
For now, you'll just have to live with a Legato sue. Oh the pain of it all..X_x;
Story Or Series Title: Revelation Legata.
Fandom: Trigun. Ouch.
Culprit Author's Name: LegataBringerOfDeath
-ugh- One of those authors.
Summary:What happens when a mysterious woman is created by Knives and Legato? Can Nicholas D. Wolfwood survive her wicked Mind games?
Wolfwood X Legata
Legata X Legato Ah god. I'm cringing already and I haven't made it past the stats yet.
It's WIP, but lets hope it goes no FURTHER. Oh, I'm the kind of person who likes forewarning, so this story is rated R. There's badly written smut in it. I don't have the guts to include it in the sample.
Full Name (plus titles if any): Legata. Jeez, whose name might that be? A horrible mangling of *cough*Legato*cough*.
Full Species(es): Human. Well, whatever mangled genes are Legato's, she is a clone. Funny that. They live on a planet where the technology in general doesn't reach past early twentith century standards, yet they can clone people, something in this day and age is theretical? And never mind that a female verison is not a clone.
Hair Color (include adjectives): Azzure. Direct quote.
Eye Color (include adjectives): Golden. Lined with black eyeliner. >_> Prostitute fashion is in for Sues this season, I think.
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Quote "well manicured nails were also painted crimson. Azzure colored hair went past my shoulders and fell over one of my eyes. The black shirt I wore is tight and brings out my breasts. The grey miniskirt I've got on is slightly hiked up. Black boots come up to my knees and a white trench coat with the spikes on the shoulder was on my small frame. My coat lacked the skull that Legato had on his". End quote. All she needs is a peephole bra and sock suspenders....*bangs head against desk*
Special Possessions (if any): The ability to suddenly have a relationship with Wolfwood, with no establishing origin, or ANYTHING. Does Legato's DNA count as special possession? Oiy.
Annoying Origin: Apprently, Knives and Legato created her. Why did you do that, you stupid, stupid, crazy plant?
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: 'Been dating Wolfwood for six months. Oh dear. x_X: Again, shes a sporking clone of Legato. Annoying enough.
Annoying Special Abilities: Able to make Wolfwood really, really horny? Despite that Legato scares the living beejesus outta Wolfwood?
Other Annoying Traits: Just ugh. The story didn't progress far enough before it degraded to mindless smut.
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
The intro of this thankfully short story.
I walked into the taveren and leaned against a wall then closed my golden eyes. The black eye shadow really accented them, along with the silver eyeliner. My lips were crimson, like the color of blood. My well manicured nails were also painted crimson. Azzure colored hair went past my shoulders and fell over one of my eyes. The black shirt I wore is tight and brings out my breasts. The grey miniskirt I've got on is slightly hiked up. Black boots come up to my knees and a white trench coat with the spikes on the shoulder was on my small frame. My coat lacked the skull that Legato had on his.
I opened my eyes and looks around abit. Suddenly I was in some sort of a lab...The walls were white, the floor was made of linoleom. I looked down and saw I was naked, and in some kind of liquid and in a container. There are machines hooked up to me. A man was checking one of the machines, his hair is blue. I reconigzed him...He was Legato Bluesummers. From his DNA I was created. Another man appeared and shut off the machines and let out the liquid. His name was Knives.
I was then taked out of the container and told to stand, I did so.
"Looks like I did a good job of creating her...Do you agree Legato?"
"Yes Master Knives, a very good job..."
"I shall call her...Legata"
Tee-hee. That last line reminds me of Austin powers. Only not as funny..>_>
I snaped back into reality and looked at Nicholas D. Wolfwood and blinked. When did he get here??
"Yes Wolfwood?" I asked.
"I got your red wine like you asked me to..." He had replied.
"Thanks..." I took the wine from him and followed him to his table. The taveren was noisy and crowded. After we finnished our drinks I sighed.
"Whats wrong Legata?"
"It's to noisy here!"
"Want to go back to our hotel room?" He asked me. I nodded. We both got up and walked the short distance to our room. I pulled out my key and unlocked the dor and walked in with Wolfwood behind me. I walked over and sat on the large bed.
"Wolfwood?"
"Yes Legata?"
"I love you..." Wolfwood smiled at me.
"I love you to hon." Wolfwood walked over and put an arm around me.
Ah, the love that rips canon to shreds and has to basis, meaning, purpose or even sense.
There's a really, really , really toxic sample I wanted to add, but I won't, because it's rather Lemon-ish. And squicky...well, you can read the story if your'e a glutton for punishment. I guess the worst part of it all was it's just a pointless, pointless story with no point.