I know you're lying and that this kit was made by my dead twin brother because my one-dimensional prop girlfriend told me so.
Having run out of Gundams to beat up, Kale decides instead to beat up plastic toy robots from other shows instead. His team reacts to this decision in the most basic and obvious of ways that would come naturally in such a situation: they run around making strange noises, force comparisons to episodes of Gundam 00, wonder about Kale’s pre-pubescent brother and if he’s getting his rocks off (ewww) and find new ways to humiliate Darren. Throw in a trip to the biggest Gundam convention in all of Maryland (with attendance figures in excess of three) and the return of Kale’s infinitely more interesting evil twin brother (goatee optional) and you have the non-definite un-conclusion to this replacement fic for a replacement fic for a show about the fandom of a show! Eargblergh!
Riffers: Dan, Rebecca Bartley, Tsuneo Tateo and Rick R. Mortis
Written by: Zogster and Rick R.
Thinking about this fic series again, I can't help but consider how much of a potential gold mine something like Super Robot Wars would be for goofy fics. After all, SRW embodies the concept of crack fic quite well, and even has its own gallery of lovable and goofy original characters as shown in the SRW OG series. Elzam Branstein, or more specifically his alter ego Rätsel Feinschmecker, isn't far off from being something from the GBF OC generator. He even pilots a notGundam at one point, which he names after his horse.
ReplyDeleteSomeone trying to play munchkin in a huge crossover series that already has its own share of munchkinism, or even have someone try to out shine even SRW's own flamboyant and super powered originals (except Russell Bagman. He's not special) feels like it'd be great ground for bad fic. That being said, it's also obscure, and has very few English releases. There are a few entries at FF.net, but I'm not sure if anyone who had to do as much work as is required to play an SRW game would make a fic of even My Way's calibre of badness. One can never know, though.