Post by Shelly on Aug 13, 2012 3:24:27 GMT -5
So I've never participated in WSW, so the prospect of a 667er version is a little daunting. I even considered not doing it at all, but I was talking to Tragedy and this particular paring hit me like a flying pizza.
Anyway. One WSW story that I remember is this, which is a parody of this.
Plus I seem to be really fond of the magee censor word.
So here we are!
667ers were very involved back in the day. Sixteen looked at the new 667 and wished for some drama. Imagine it being everyone crowded in a room talking at once but everything was understood by all participants. Now it was… well not as exciting, but subdued.
People would stay constantly, but people would pop in and out occasionally due to life.
One of those people was Cybermystery.
Cybermystery was also an important member back in the day. He designed banners and stuff. He was a former moderator of Forsaken Fanwork. He was Tragedy's bro. But he had things going on, so he wasn’t in the room much. He would slip into the room and catch up before quietly backing out of the room again.
Sixteen found himself looking up when Cybermystery was in the room. He was a reminder of the early days.
Sixteen also noticed that Cybermystery steered clear of Shelly. Shelly was such a flirt and people kept getting hurt because of that magee.
People like Sixteen. Wonderful, manly Sixteen.
Sixteen walked up to Cybermystery and grasped his arm; lightly, tentatively. They hadn’t spoken much publicly, and the other members never thought they had much in common besides being Tragedy’s bros. But Cybermystery found that he was glad to talk to Sixteen now. They went off into a corner.
“You and that magee have history, right?”
“How did you know?” Cybermystery asked, not bothering to deny it.
“You don’t deserve any of that.” Sixteen continued.
Sixteen was still grasping Cybermystery’s arm and he looked up at the charming Irish man. Whenever he had popped in, he’d always scanned the room to see if Sixteen was in there. For about a year or so they kept missing each other. It had been a very grim year or so.
Cybermystery stared into those strong Irish eyes.
“She hurt you, too? What a magee.”
Their lips collided roughly, furiously, and the room seemed to disappear.
Cyberteen?
Anyway. One WSW story that I remember is this, which is a parody of this.
Plus I seem to be really fond of the magee censor word.
So here we are!
* * *
667ers were very involved back in the day. Sixteen looked at the new 667 and wished for some drama. Imagine it being everyone crowded in a room talking at once but everything was understood by all participants. Now it was… well not as exciting, but subdued.
People would stay constantly, but people would pop in and out occasionally due to life.
One of those people was Cybermystery.
Cybermystery was also an important member back in the day. He designed banners and stuff. He was a former moderator of Forsaken Fanwork. He was Tragedy's bro. But he had things going on, so he wasn’t in the room much. He would slip into the room and catch up before quietly backing out of the room again.
Sixteen found himself looking up when Cybermystery was in the room. He was a reminder of the early days.
Sixteen also noticed that Cybermystery steered clear of Shelly. Shelly was such a flirt and people kept getting hurt because of that magee.
People like Sixteen. Wonderful, manly Sixteen.
Sixteen walked up to Cybermystery and grasped his arm; lightly, tentatively. They hadn’t spoken much publicly, and the other members never thought they had much in common besides being Tragedy’s bros. But Cybermystery found that he was glad to talk to Sixteen now. They went off into a corner.
“You and that magee have history, right?”
“How did you know?” Cybermystery asked, not bothering to deny it.
“You don’t deserve any of that.” Sixteen continued.
Sixteen was still grasping Cybermystery’s arm and he looked up at the charming Irish man. Whenever he had popped in, he’d always scanned the room to see if Sixteen was in there. For about a year or so they kept missing each other. It had been a very grim year or so.
Cybermystery stared into those strong Irish eyes.
“She hurt you, too? What a magee.”
Their lips collided roughly, furiously, and the room seemed to disappear.
* * *
Cyberteen?