Fri Mar 10, 2006 8:19 am
MFT3K - Ending, sorry
Here it is! My secret project (like any of your cared anyway)! A MSTing! I hope that eventually this will become a massive series like 'A Freelancer Parody'.
For more information on MSTings and the show that inspires them, go to here and here.
Enjoy!
>is the fic
Person: Is the riff
MYSTERY FL THEATER 3000
EPISODE 1: “FREELANCER 2”
(A Freelancer/Dragonball/Terrence? Crossover MSTing)
By Sybot
This is a MSTing of a work of fiction created by another author. Use of copyrighted and trademarked material is for entertainment purposes only; no infringement on the original copyrights or trademarks held by Best Brains, Inc. is intended or should be inferred. Any random mention of certain characters, song titles, games, etc. are the property of their respected creators/distributors/etc.... Freelancer is the property of Digital Anvil/Microsoft. "Freelancer 2" is the property of Zeta_Leader and he's welcome to it. I do not intend to offend him for making fun of his work like this but I figure it's only a matter of time before someone does. Think of this as another form of C&C. This MSTing is rated PG.
(MST3K Love Theme)
In the very distant future,
About 3000 AD
There was this guy named Trent
Not too different from you or me
He worked for nobody but himself
Caring for little else but his wealth
He did a great job flying round the place,
But his some villains didn’t like him
So they shot him into space!!!!
(Trent: But I was in space already!)
We'll send him crappy fanfics
The worst we can find (lalala)
He'll have to sit and read them all and we'll monitor his mind (lalala)
Now keep in mind Trent can't control
When the fanfics begin or end (lalala)
Because he used those special parts
To teleport in his friends;
GOOD GUY ROLL CALL:
CAMBOT!
(Smile please!)
PAULO!
(Trent? Who’s that?)
JUNI!
(I *won’t* kill him for this)
KIIIIIIIIIIING!!!
(I need a drink… )
If you’re wondering how Trent eats and breathes
And other science facts (lalala)
Then repeat to yourself
It's just a MST
You should really just relax
for MYSTERY FL THEATER 3000!!!! (guitar twang)
SATELLITE OF LOVE:
A Hispanic man in his late teens/early twenties enters from the right. He is dressed in a Corsair flight suit. Crashing and banging noises, as well as yells can be heard coming from behind him. He notices the camera and looks at it.
“Oh, you must be Cambot,” he said, “from what that guy Trent said you are be transmitting live to the rest of the sector…” The realisation leaps onto his face like lightning. “I’m on TV!” He manages to stop himself from becoming too excited and looks back at the camera. “I guess you viewers want to know what’s happening? Fine then. I am Paulo Collazo, mighty pirate. Apparently this guy called Trent, who needed us to help with something, brought us here. By us I mean me, a Kusari woman, and a Libertonian man” Suddenly a bald, moustachioed man, wearing an LSF uniform, runs in from the direction of the noises, briefly stops to look at the camera, then continues running off to the left, barely dodging a thrown piece of equipment. Paulo lets him pass, then continues.
“I think he said his name was King. As for the Kusari woman, she’s the one kicking up all the fuss back there. Apparently she wasn’t too happy with Trent bringing all three of us here. Personally I don’t know why I’m here, they seem to know each other but I haven’t met any of them before” There is a thud and all the crashes and smashing abruptly stops. Paulo glances off to the right, grimaces, and then looks back to the camera. “We’ll be right back”
**COMMERCIAL**
Synth Foods Paste
Enjoy the delicious taste
So sugar free is our mush
You won’t even have to brush!
**END COMMERCIAL**
As the picture fades back in, we see Paulo and King sitting at the table with the aforementioned Trent, a blonde man in a brown jacket, and Juni, a Kusari woman in an LSF uniform. King is bandaging Trent’s head, while Paulo wisely sits between him and the still raging (albeit silently) Juni, preventing any further injury.
“OW!” Trent yelled, knocking King’s hands away as he did it.
“If you’d hold still, this would be done a long time ago… There!” He moves away to reveal Trent’s head wrapped up like a mummy.
“Great! Now I can’t see!” Trent stands up and stumbles off-camera. A short while later a clattering is heard.
“Anyway…” Paulo says when Trent returns, having completely thrown off the bandages, “does anybody know why we’re here?”
“I BELIEVE I CAN ANSWER THAT!” A loud booming voice filled the room and the wall behind the group lit up in static. They all turn just in time for the wall to become a viewscreen, showing a man in a starkly green lab coat with crazy hair, a moustache and green-rimmed glasses. “MY NAME IS…ahem…” his voice returns to normal levels “my name is Dr Clayton Forrester, evil genius extraordinaire!”
“WHY HAVE YOU FORCED US HERE!” Juni screams. She gets off her chair, and then throws it at the viewscreen. Unfortunately it only bounces off.
“My dear,” Forrester continues with a smile, “you are here to participate in an experiment. In layman’s, i.e. your, terms, I will show you a piece of literature, and if it successfully drives you insane, I will use it to conquer the Sirius Sector! Hahahahahah!”
“We’ll never do it,” Paulo growls stubbornly with his arms crossed.
“Then you’ll sit it out without oxygen!” Forrester chuckles, reaching for a button out of sight.
“Fine! Fine!” Trent leaps up before Forrester can push it.
“Good. Now, my guinea pigs, get into that theatre because you have…FANFIC SIGN!!!” He cackles and switches off the viewscreen just before Juni can attack again with her chair.
“Now what?” asks King. Suddenly alarms and klaxons ring through the satellite and the lights all start flashing.
“Guess that answers your question,” Trent replies. They get together and grab Juni, then drag her through the door into the theatre.
(Due to its size, this continues onto the next post)
Edited by - Sybot on 3/11/2006 12:52:02 PM
Edited by - Sybot on 4/5/2006 12:01:24 PM
Edited by - Sybot on 5/27/2006 2:48:35 PM
For more information on MSTings and the show that inspires them, go to here and here.
Enjoy!
>is the fic
Person: Is the riff
MYSTERY FL THEATER 3000
EPISODE 1: “FREELANCER 2”
(A Freelancer/Dragonball/Terrence? Crossover MSTing)
By Sybot
This is a MSTing of a work of fiction created by another author. Use of copyrighted and trademarked material is for entertainment purposes only; no infringement on the original copyrights or trademarks held by Best Brains, Inc. is intended or should be inferred. Any random mention of certain characters, song titles, games, etc. are the property of their respected creators/distributors/etc.... Freelancer is the property of Digital Anvil/Microsoft. "Freelancer 2" is the property of Zeta_Leader and he's welcome to it. I do not intend to offend him for making fun of his work like this but I figure it's only a matter of time before someone does. Think of this as another form of C&C. This MSTing is rated PG.
(MST3K Love Theme)
In the very distant future,
About 3000 AD
There was this guy named Trent
Not too different from you or me
He worked for nobody but himself
Caring for little else but his wealth
He did a great job flying round the place,
But his some villains didn’t like him
So they shot him into space!!!!
(Trent: But I was in space already!)
We'll send him crappy fanfics
The worst we can find (lalala)
He'll have to sit and read them all and we'll monitor his mind (lalala)
Now keep in mind Trent can't control
When the fanfics begin or end (lalala)
Because he used those special parts
To teleport in his friends;
GOOD GUY ROLL CALL:
CAMBOT!
(Smile please!)
PAULO!
(Trent? Who’s that?)
JUNI!
(I *won’t* kill him for this)
KIIIIIIIIIIING!!!
(I need a drink… )
If you’re wondering how Trent eats and breathes
And other science facts (lalala)
Then repeat to yourself
It's just a MST
You should really just relax
for MYSTERY FL THEATER 3000!!!! (guitar twang)
SATELLITE OF LOVE:
A Hispanic man in his late teens/early twenties enters from the right. He is dressed in a Corsair flight suit. Crashing and banging noises, as well as yells can be heard coming from behind him. He notices the camera and looks at it.
“Oh, you must be Cambot,” he said, “from what that guy Trent said you are be transmitting live to the rest of the sector…” The realisation leaps onto his face like lightning. “I’m on TV!” He manages to stop himself from becoming too excited and looks back at the camera. “I guess you viewers want to know what’s happening? Fine then. I am Paulo Collazo, mighty pirate. Apparently this guy called Trent, who needed us to help with something, brought us here. By us I mean me, a Kusari woman, and a Libertonian man” Suddenly a bald, moustachioed man, wearing an LSF uniform, runs in from the direction of the noises, briefly stops to look at the camera, then continues running off to the left, barely dodging a thrown piece of equipment. Paulo lets him pass, then continues.
“I think he said his name was King. As for the Kusari woman, she’s the one kicking up all the fuss back there. Apparently she wasn’t too happy with Trent bringing all three of us here. Personally I don’t know why I’m here, they seem to know each other but I haven’t met any of them before” There is a thud and all the crashes and smashing abruptly stops. Paulo glances off to the right, grimaces, and then looks back to the camera. “We’ll be right back”
**COMMERCIAL**
Synth Foods Paste
Enjoy the delicious taste
So sugar free is our mush
You won’t even have to brush!
**END COMMERCIAL**
As the picture fades back in, we see Paulo and King sitting at the table with the aforementioned Trent, a blonde man in a brown jacket, and Juni, a Kusari woman in an LSF uniform. King is bandaging Trent’s head, while Paulo wisely sits between him and the still raging (albeit silently) Juni, preventing any further injury.
“OW!” Trent yelled, knocking King’s hands away as he did it.
“If you’d hold still, this would be done a long time ago… There!” He moves away to reveal Trent’s head wrapped up like a mummy.
“Great! Now I can’t see!” Trent stands up and stumbles off-camera. A short while later a clattering is heard.
“Anyway…” Paulo says when Trent returns, having completely thrown off the bandages, “does anybody know why we’re here?”
“I BELIEVE I CAN ANSWER THAT!” A loud booming voice filled the room and the wall behind the group lit up in static. They all turn just in time for the wall to become a viewscreen, showing a man in a starkly green lab coat with crazy hair, a moustache and green-rimmed glasses. “MY NAME IS…ahem…” his voice returns to normal levels “my name is Dr Clayton Forrester, evil genius extraordinaire!”
“WHY HAVE YOU FORCED US HERE!” Juni screams. She gets off her chair, and then throws it at the viewscreen. Unfortunately it only bounces off.
“My dear,” Forrester continues with a smile, “you are here to participate in an experiment. In layman’s, i.e. your, terms, I will show you a piece of literature, and if it successfully drives you insane, I will use it to conquer the Sirius Sector! Hahahahahah!”
“We’ll never do it,” Paulo growls stubbornly with his arms crossed.
“Then you’ll sit it out without oxygen!” Forrester chuckles, reaching for a button out of sight.
“Fine! Fine!” Trent leaps up before Forrester can push it.
“Good. Now, my guinea pigs, get into that theatre because you have…FANFIC SIGN!!!” He cackles and switches off the viewscreen just before Juni can attack again with her chair.
“Now what?” asks King. Suddenly alarms and klaxons ring through the satellite and the lights all start flashing.
“Guess that answers your question,” Trent replies. They get together and grab Juni, then drag her through the door into the theatre.
(Due to its size, this continues onto the next post)
Edited by - Sybot on 3/11/2006 12:52:02 PM
Edited by - Sybot on 4/5/2006 12:01:24 PM
Edited by - Sybot on 5/27/2006 2:48:35 PM
