Oh dear.

[kazutakia]

Alright, so catlein was evil enough to have everyone read this at the Christmas party tonight and I had many requests to put it up on LJ, so this is to please the crazy insane masses.

Summary: This was written as a parody to Québecois folk tales par kinda-sorta request of catlein. It turned into a display of how people should NOT write fanfic; a.k.a it

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[catlein]

Sheila... I am so proud that you haven shown us all your true skillz as an academic and a writer. Quebec and the world is blessed with such a brilliant person as yourself. There is no greater literary achievement in the world than this story, nor will there ever be...

Now please excuse me while I go fork out my EYES!

[goldy_dollar]

BUT SHIELA. HOW CAN I LINK OTHER PEOPLE TO THIS IF YOU'VE LOCKED IT!

Montréal in 2006 was a big, bustling city full of busy people and working people and gay people and tourists and students and hobos.

That sentence cracks me up madly. Well. As does everything else. But your opening is particularly genius. *gigglesnort*

[goldy_dollar]

Oh, and this too:

and those sparkling cerulean orbs seemed too intense to even be real

BECAUSE! You used the phrase "sparkling cerulean orbs" and that is beautiful.

*runs off to find the bleach*

[kazutakia]

Just for you, I've unlocked it so you can spread the torture and despair worldwide. Soon I'll be hearing on BBC that there are people running amok in 15 countries and they're desperately searching for sporks to stab their eyes out.