Legal Azzim Frazzim Rootrick is owned by SquareSoft Vegeta is owned by Akira Toriyama (Kill Saban!) The Rock is (probably) owned by Dwayne Johnson and the WWF If I say something, and you know that it belongs to you, then it belongs to you. Hyper, Jasper, Dakesous, Orion, Harrod, SS-Chan, Taurus, and Patryk are owned by myself, ask for permission if you want to use them in any way... but I won't sue if you don't. I'll just send the grass. Ryokine/Felix belongs to a friend of mine from AOL, SN: SlayrFelix I _AM_ Patrick. Dark Io is my creation, but I credit Naoko Takeuchi for the idea of a Sailor Moon type character. Please don't sue me. I-sa be a poor man. Hyperionius' notes: ::gulp:: Please god, grant me the strength to get me through my first MST... visitors of Chibi's site will know me from my two co- MSTs of nasty Pokemon lemons... I'm just going to start with spam. LET'S GO!! ::the title screen for Mystery RhyDin Theater Milk-thousand flashes:: A man with blond hair, cut precisely one half-inch above the eyebrows all around, crouched low. He seemed unhindered by his black plate-mail. Whisking the huge Titansword from his back, he prepared to swing... and vanished. 15 years of age, he dove into the Mako vat. The Mako liquid started to vanish, and turned back to Lifestream. The kid jumped back out, shaking out his brown hair. He twirled the glowing yellow ball on his finger, and turned. He then vanished. A woman with silver hair (not grey or white) swam across the river. She got out, revealing that she was wearing a silver tunic and pants (guessed her name yet?) with a plastic overcovering to prevent wet T-Shirt syndrome... do I really need to tell you what happened to her next? He flew over the landscape, searching. He was over the Aurich plains, and was searching. His blue-and-grey gi fluttered along with his spiked blond hair. He froze. Hearing a noise, he whirled around, and fired 15 Ki blasts behind him, and vanished. The robot had sensed a strange satellite in space. Flying at high speeds due to his aerodynamic egg shape, he arrived at no time. Ignoring the moon orbiting around the ship, he entered the satellite. The cat-man sat there, chanting. He suddenly vanished. (Oh hush, this is getting boring.) *cue the rotating Happy-Super-Fantasting-Flying-Camera* *and the song* In another realm entirely Far from Earth in the first place Hyperion and his mun's other chars Are stuck in outer space (lalala) A guild of Dark Ones, led by Patryk They were sick of his twin, so they thought of a plan They round up all of his AOL Avatars Then they launched them into space and- Voice: AHAHAHAHRAHAHRAHRAHA! Vegeta: We'll send them screwed-up fanfics The worst that come to mind!(lalala) Felix: We'll force them to gaze at them all... Rootrick: And ya'll lose deir minds! (lalala) Now keep in mind Patrick can't control Where the pain begins or ends (lalala) They'll have to keep their semi-sanity With the help of their RhyDin friends! *Patrick shoots a list from his mun bubble* RhyDin Roll Call Hyper! "I'm sexy!" Jasper! "THE GRASS!" SS-Chan! "I don't know them..." Harrod! "I'm too young!" Orion! "Intergalactic planetary!" DAAAAAAAK! "Ow." If you're wondering how they sit through this Without their heads exploding Just remind yourself, "Their heads _DO_ explode This should really be cool!" Now watch Mystery RhyDin Theater Milk-Thouuuusaaaand! ~twaa---SNAP!~ ((Ah hell, I need to fix the guitar.)) All: WAIIIGH! ~WHAM!~ ::the six MSTers landed in the center of the satellite:: Hyper: Hey, I know you guys! We're all Patrick's characters! ~CRASH!~ ::another 15-year-old kid slips in through the hole in the 4th wall, wearing casual clothes:: Patrick: So this is what's behind here. ~The Moon Base of Uncool~ Patryk: All plans are set... *the token "mysterious pointless darkness fades from behind him. Behind him, near the fanfic feeder, a large man with a red cape and a mask.:: Rootrick: Aw haw haw! We'll git 'em good! *beating at something with a wrench is a cat-man similar in appearance to Dak, but his fur is orangeish, and he has long, blonde Fabio hair cascading from the tob of his head.* Felix: Let me make a few adjustments... *floating behind the cloud of darkness that is still Patryk, a familiar man with familiar spiky hair, and a saddeningly familiar Sabanized voice...* Vegeta: Why did I have to come? *next to Felix, a minotaur-like robot is using finger-blowtorches to weld the same thing Felix is hitting.* Taurus: That friggin' robot and all the others... the Constellation Coalition will be scrap... *leaning on the wall behind everybody, a man wearing a full black uniform with a bizzare lava symbol on the chest* Dark Io: .... ~The As-Of-Yet-Unnamed Sattelite~ *the viewscreen clicks on* All: Huh?!? Patryk (still shadowed): AHAHAHAHRAHAHAHAHRAHRAHAAHHRAAaa... Dak: *rubs his ears* Was that neccessary? Patryk: No, but fun. Before I reveal myself... meet my "friends." *sound of a chair rolling back quickly, and the shadow follows it* ~WHAM!~ Ow... the wall... Felix: *pops in front of the screen* Dak: What... Ryokine!! Felix: Damn you! My name is Felix. Felix! I'm not your cousin anymore!! Dak: .... *Taurus shoves aside Felix* Taurus: *hydraulic snort* Hah! I've got you now, Orion! Orion: Oh great. The Tin Manbull. Taurus: You'll see! The Zodiac Alliance will triumph! YOU ARE NOTH-umph! *Rootrick shoves him aside* Aw haw haw haw! Jasper: ...what are you doing here? Rootrick: *shrug* None else c'stand ma' lay-augh. *waddles away* Vegeta: *in sight* ..... Dark Io: *ditto* ..... Harrod: Not very talkative, are they? ~The Moon Base of Uncool~ Patryk: AHAHA! Dissipate the shadow, Rootrick! *Rootrick hits a button, and the shadow vanishes, revealing...* ~The Sattelite of No-Name~ All but Patrick: *gape* Patrick: Wait a minute... hey! You... Patryk: That's right! *looks exactly like Patrick* I'm tired of being used! Always sent into battle... Final Fantasy 7, Seiken Densetsu 3, even DBZ!! I won't let you out until you STOP! Jasper: Uhh... Patrick: *sigh* He's a shapeshifting character ~CRASH!~ I created to put myself somewhat into RPGs. ~CRASH!~ In all my RPGs ~CRASH!~ that I can name the main character ~CRASH!~ I always name them Patryk. ~CRASH!~ What's that sound?!? Dak: The fourth wall... doubt it even has a chunk left now. Patryk: That's it! SEND THE SPAM! AHAHAHRAHAHAHRAHRAHAHRAHAHAHRAAaaa... ::viewscreen off::' *lights and klaxons, and a rubber duck pokes in as well* SS-Chan: ::wakes up:: SPAM SIIIGN!!! *they all run into the theater* Door Sequence: Door 1: A pair of swords instead of the dogbone. Door 2: It's a very large piece of lunch meat. An SD Eric Idle and John Cleese zip in and eat a hole. Door 3: A drawbridge without all the kinks worked out slams down on your toes. Door 4: You hop over the brick wall, as Jasper can't kick it down yet. Door 5: It's the Man-Eating Grass of Donaloo! Rini shrivels it up with her purple spray-on dye. Door 6: You don't want to know...OK, the floor under you melts into a thick mass of vines. Hyper freaks and cuts a hole into the floor, dropping you into... ~The Theatre~ *They sit, left to right, Jasper, Harrod, Orion, SS-Chan, Dak, Hyper. Patrick jogs into the row behind them* Hyper: So, what is this? Patrick: We're being forced to read bad fanfiction and junk mail, and insert comments to make it less painful for readers. ~CRASH!~ Jasper: Fourth wall! Pat: Sorry... living behind it makes me take it for granted. >From: "Scott" All: Hi Scott! >To: here20d >Subject: New Message Jasper: As opposed to old message. >Date: Wed, 05 Apr 2000 07:02:42 -0500 Hyper: Oh-five hundred hours rendevous... > >FREE E-COMMERCE WHEN YOU HOST WITH US!! Dak: Gah! Harrod: Keep it down! > >Tired of expensive e-commerce software, set up fees and leasing >contracts? All : Yeah! Orion: : Eat it, spanky! >Here is the deal: You host your site with us and you get free E->Commerce, SilverStreak-Chan: What if we don't have a site? Orion: You have to put up with not free, but not mediocre E-Commerce. >including a merchant account, Hyper: Wow. >real-time software Orion: Amazing. >and shopping cart. Dak: Really. > Harrod: *hits the spam* It's skipping! >NO ONE CAN BEAT OUR PRICE! Dak: THIS WE MUST SHOUT AT YOU NUMEROUS TIMES! >IF YOU FIND A BETTER DEAL FOR OUR PACKAGE SS-Chan: --Then you've got yourself the best male whore in the world! Harrod: *blink* Jasper: Not around the kid. >ANYWHERE ELSE, WE WILL MATCH OUR COMPETITOR'S PRICE PLUS GIVE >YOU THE >FIRST MONTH FOR FREE. SS-Chan: Wow, these guys can do it for a whole month? Dak: ~URK!~ > >While others charge you hundreds of dollars to get a merchant account >or Orion: --not bother to irritate you with bad spam-- >put you on a 48 months non-cancelable lease agreement we charge you Hyper: An exorbitantly insignificant amount of money? >NOTHING Dak: MY EARS! Hyper: HI SHEARS? Dak: I'M NOT BRITNEY SPEARS! SS-Chan: DID YOU JUST SAY WITTY GEARS? Pat: The oldest joke in the history of fanfic MST! ~CRASH!!~ Dammit! >for E-commerce when you sign up for our e-commerce hosting >plan. If you wish to stay with your current hosting company you still Harrod: --suck. >can get the same deal. Dak: That sounds like a poor marketing descision to me. >Check it out first and make an informed decision. Hyper: That is, delete this mail immediately. > >You have never seen a package deal like this before: SS-Chan: That's right! 9 inches for only $200! Harrod: Huh? Hyper: GAH! SS-Chan! SS-Chan: ^_^ > >* Your own merchant account with one of the lowest rates in the >industry Jasper (spoiled): Hmph! I only accept the merchant account WITH the lowest rates. >* Real-Time software to accept VISA, MASTERCARD, AMEX, >DISCOVER/NOVUS, DINERSCLUB/CARTE BLANCHE, JCB Pat: Why would you need real-time software for credit cards? >* Direct deposit within 48 hrs into your checking account >* Shopping Cart store front software with an easy to use web based >interface SS-Chan: You can instantly get a cart at K-Mart WITHOUT a squeaky wheel! >* Real-Time Credit Card Processing software >* Virtual terminal for phone/fax/mail orders >* Automated E-mail receipts to your clients Dak: Yes, more ways to piss people off! >* Recurring billing feature with batch uploads >* Password generator for membership sites Pat: ::pulls out a laptop, enters a user name:: Hmm... it generated "URAST\/P1DFUL." Heeey... >* Automatic batch closing >* Address verification system (AVS) >* Back office to 24/7 access account history >* 75 MB (megabytes) of disk space Orion: That's pathetic! One centimeter of my brain chip ALONE has 100 gigs! >* 30 GB (gigabyte) of data transfer per month >* 25 POP3 E-mail accounts >* Unlimited alias E-mail addresses Jasper: Why have so many E-Mail addresses? >* Live web site statistics >* Unlimited FTP uploads >* Anonymous FTP Hyper: Perfect for uploading useless viruses- Dak: -and pornographic files- Harrod: -to get that useless cross-stich FTP off the site! >* CGI directory for your own scripts >* Site control panel >* Installation included >* Tech support included > >All this and more when you sign up for our E-Commerce Hosting plan >for ONLY $69.95 per month Orion: For how much a month? >and a one time set up fee of $199.00. Harrod: That's _really_ cheap. ::scoff:: >That's right. Patrick: No wonder it's so pathetic! Meowth wrote it! >NO ADDITIONAL SET UP FEES or application fees for your >merchant account >real-time software or shopping cart storefront. A one-stop E-Commerce >solution. And the best is: Jasper: Deleting this pathetic load of bullshnixt. > >NO LEASING, NO LONG TERM COMMITMENT. YOU CAN CANCEL ANYTIME. Dak: How about now? > >THIS PRICE APPLIES TO U.S. BASED COMPANIES OR INDIVIDUALS ONLY! >BUT WE ALSO HAVE A SOLUTION FOR INTERNATIONAL MERCHANTS! Jasper: And that solution is: delete this spam. Delete all spam. And eat lots of Spam. It's good! Orion: I would say something, but who knows what'd happen. > >Please reply to > Jasper: pathetic_loser@irritation.com. >mailto:wrkv@pplmail.com?subject=INFO-PLEASE >to receive our FREE information package without obligations. SS-Chan: Wow, a free--~WHAM!~ Dak: ::twitch:: > > > > Harrod: It's skipping again. *hits it, kicks it, blows it up* > > > > > > Dak: Say... ::presses a button on the screen labeled "Anti-Skip"* >********************************************************* Hyper: Supreme Shooting Star Slammer! >Remove at mailto:swaqt@doramail.com?subject=remove All: *break out laptops and start typing* >********************************************************* Dak: See ya tomorrow, Star Gazers! Hyper: Hey, that's it! We can go! Jasper: Yes! *they get up*: Patryk: AHAHAHAHRAHAHRAHRA! I don't think so! THAT was just a test of my machines. THIS is your real experiment! AHAHAHAHRAHAHAHRAHA! Oh, I have a guest for your next one. *the Rock appears* Rocky: What the hell is this?!? Get me out of here! *he runs into the wall* Patryk: AHAHAHAHRAHAHARHAHRAHAhahraha... *it travels off into the credits* Episodes ***Season 1*** Episode 1.1: Pokemon Gangbang (w/ Chibi-chan) Episode 1.2: An Interesting Twist (w/ Chibi-chan) Episode 1.3: E-Commerce Spam Episode 1.4: Sore wa, himitsu desu. *injured for making a Xelloss-ism* Ow. PLUG OF THE GODS!!! Organized Chaos! http://www.crosswinds.net/~rinichan/index.html Hyperionius' Best Line! Hyper: And the best line of this spam was... >Remove at mailto:swaqt@doramail.com?subject=remove Hyper: Thank you!! If you have any questions or comments, email them to ALL THREE of these addresses. Or the hotmail one only. Hyperionius@aol.com Mako Orb@aol.com Hyperionius@hotmail.com If you make any AOL jokes, I'll send the grass, Chibi'll send the bunnies.