I Wrote Something. ... It's sort of weird.
So I appear to have written fanfiction for mumble mumble a Facebook application called MouseHunt.
This is by far the most bizarre fandom I have ever written for. In my defense, it was for one of those user-made contests which promised phat lootz. So far my entry appears to be the best (to my own biased eyes, of course), but the contest is only a few hours old.
Laura Clovenoak arrived in the harbour with a broad smile on her face and lots of cheese in her pocket. Ah, the smell of the sea! She breathed deep, enjoying the tang of salt, and sighed in satisfaction. Finally, she'd made it!
After fighting the crowds of mousehunters in the town for months (as well as the hordes of mice), it was wonderful to come to a place that was relatively open. Perhaps here she would be able to hunt in peace. The harbour also promised stronger mice and greater rewards, so soon she would be even better able to serve the King, fighting against the horrendous infestation. Her greatest dream was to someday see her beloved kingdom once again free of the plague of mice.
Whistling to herself, Laura found a likely place and set up her mouse-sized trebuchet and baited it with a piece of her precious Swiss cheese. She remembered well how frustrating it had been when she was only able to afford Cheddar. It had taken such a long time to catch anything! Now that she was able to buy Swiss regularly, and had a powerful trebuchet to assist her, she felt much more cheerful about her chances.
Not to mention, of course, that she liked having the trebuchet because it didn't kill the mice. She had a few pet mice at home, after all. Though her pets were nothing like the nasty, biting, disease-ridden wild mice infesting the kingdom (HER mice being as sweet and soft and cuddly as tiny teddy bears), she still felt a bit badly about killing the wild mice. Some of them were certainly very cute. Except those horrible-smelling zombie mice, she thought with a shudder.
Her trap set and ready, Laura retreated around a corner to watch and wait. This was the hardest part--sitting still and waiting for a mouse to come to her trap. She was always plagued with doubts. "Will the trap be strong enough? Is my cheese tasty enough? I've never been to the harbour, only heard other hunters talking about it when they returned to town for supplies--what if I'm not really ready? What if I fail?"
Finally, a movement caught the corner of her eye, and Laura had to stop herself from clapping in delight. A pirate mouse! He was dressed in all his pirate finery, swaggering and singing drunkenly, stumping along on his peg leg. Laura had caught one pirate in the town, but that was long ago, and that mouse had been old and fat and slow. This one looked very svelte and active, though perhaps the drunkenness would help him get caught.
But alas, the pirate stopped short as he reached the trebuchet. He stopped singing, sniffing the air and circling the trap in several stumping bounds. Then, with a swift, smooth movement, he darted his paw forward and seized the cheese--without setting off the trap!
Laura leaped to her feet and ran toward him, suddenly mad. "Hey! Give me back my cheese!"
The pirate mouse saw her coming. He bared his sharp little teeth and whisked out his tiny rapier. "Avast, ye scurvy dog!" he cried. "This cheese be mine, and so be all that ye have with ye!"
Laura didn't have a chance. She was a thinker, not a fighter. In moments, the very quick little mouse had forced her back, gotten into her pockets, grabbed SEVEN PIECES of her Swiss cheese, and escaped.
She watched him running away, laughing, and her hands tightened into fists. Though she had known that this could happen (her friends back in town had warned her, of course), she hadn't believed that it would happen on her VERY FIRST HUNT in the harbour! What a disappointment!
Laura had thought that she would be scared. Instead, she was livid. Oooh, she was going to get that pirate! And all other pirate mice! And all of the other mice! HE STOLE HER SWISS.
No longer did she wish to keep her trebuchet for all of her hunting. As soon she could, she was going to a buy a Swiss Army Knife Trap, and chop all those nasty mice to little, bitty pieces.
"This means war!" Laura yelled at the retreating pirate. And she meant it.
Laura Clovenoak was angry. THAT STUPID MOUSE STOLE HER SWISS. No more, she vowed. No. Freakin'. More.
It's a fun little game though. Terribly addicting.
This is by far the most bizarre fandom I have ever written for. In my defense, it was for one of those user-made contests which promised phat lootz. So far my entry appears to be the best (to my own biased eyes, of course), but the contest is only a few hours old.
Laura Clovenoak arrived in the harbour with a broad smile on her face and lots of cheese in her pocket. Ah, the smell of the sea! She breathed deep, enjoying the tang of salt, and sighed in satisfaction. Finally, she'd made it!
After fighting the crowds of mousehunters in the town for months (as well as the hordes of mice), it was wonderful to come to a place that was relatively open. Perhaps here she would be able to hunt in peace. The harbour also promised stronger mice and greater rewards, so soon she would be even better able to serve the King, fighting against the horrendous infestation. Her greatest dream was to someday see her beloved kingdom once again free of the plague of mice.
Whistling to herself, Laura found a likely place and set up her mouse-sized trebuchet and baited it with a piece of her precious Swiss cheese. She remembered well how frustrating it had been when she was only able to afford Cheddar. It had taken such a long time to catch anything! Now that she was able to buy Swiss regularly, and had a powerful trebuchet to assist her, she felt much more cheerful about her chances.
Not to mention, of course, that she liked having the trebuchet because it didn't kill the mice. She had a few pet mice at home, after all. Though her pets were nothing like the nasty, biting, disease-ridden wild mice infesting the kingdom (HER mice being as sweet and soft and cuddly as tiny teddy bears), she still felt a bit badly about killing the wild mice. Some of them were certainly very cute. Except those horrible-smelling zombie mice, she thought with a shudder.
Her trap set and ready, Laura retreated around a corner to watch and wait. This was the hardest part--sitting still and waiting for a mouse to come to her trap. She was always plagued with doubts. "Will the trap be strong enough? Is my cheese tasty enough? I've never been to the harbour, only heard other hunters talking about it when they returned to town for supplies--what if I'm not really ready? What if I fail?"
Finally, a movement caught the corner of her eye, and Laura had to stop herself from clapping in delight. A pirate mouse! He was dressed in all his pirate finery, swaggering and singing drunkenly, stumping along on his peg leg. Laura had caught one pirate in the town, but that was long ago, and that mouse had been old and fat and slow. This one looked very svelte and active, though perhaps the drunkenness would help him get caught.
But alas, the pirate stopped short as he reached the trebuchet. He stopped singing, sniffing the air and circling the trap in several stumping bounds. Then, with a swift, smooth movement, he darted his paw forward and seized the cheese--without setting off the trap!
Laura leaped to her feet and ran toward him, suddenly mad. "Hey! Give me back my cheese!"
The pirate mouse saw her coming. He bared his sharp little teeth and whisked out his tiny rapier. "Avast, ye scurvy dog!" he cried. "This cheese be mine, and so be all that ye have with ye!"
Laura didn't have a chance. She was a thinker, not a fighter. In moments, the very quick little mouse had forced her back, gotten into her pockets, grabbed SEVEN PIECES of her Swiss cheese, and escaped.
She watched him running away, laughing, and her hands tightened into fists. Though she had known that this could happen (her friends back in town had warned her, of course), she hadn't believed that it would happen on her VERY FIRST HUNT in the harbour! What a disappointment!
Laura had thought that she would be scared. Instead, she was livid. Oooh, she was going to get that pirate! And all other pirate mice! And all of the other mice! HE STOLE HER SWISS.
No longer did she wish to keep her trebuchet for all of her hunting. As soon she could, she was going to a buy a Swiss Army Knife Trap, and chop all those nasty mice to little, bitty pieces.
"This means war!" Laura yelled at the retreating pirate. And she meant it.
Laura Clovenoak was angry. THAT STUPID MOUSE STOLE HER SWISS. No more, she vowed. No. Freakin'. More.
It's a fun little game though. Terribly addicting.