Where the hell did the Gamer Luna fannon come from anyways?
She's a character who spends/spent a good deal of her life in isolation.
Such fanfics are generally written by people who spend a lot of time on the internet.
Isolation, on the internet, is associated with an obsession with videogames, along with living in your parent's basement with a few blow-up dolls in the closet.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Gold & Calcium Save Christmas (2012)
Gold and Calcium must stop a corrupt retail executive from impeding Santa Claus in an attempt to make people buy more gifts from his stores. Starring Anonus as the voice of Gold and Radio Announcer and Central Avenue as the voice of Calcium.
^ The same reason that Tom Cruise never plays a white guy.
The amount of make-up that would be required would be excessive, and even if they pulled it off, everybody would just say that they should have just chosen a different actor
Thomas Jefferson: Where's my three daily glasses of wine? It's 7: 35, why can't I find my wine?
John Pickering: Not my fault this time, Thomas. Nothing but water in your house.
Thomas Jefferson: John, I specifically remember bolting all the windows and telling you to never break into my house again.
John Pickering: You didn't bolt the chimney. Would you rather I die out in the cold?
Thomas Jefferson: Why can't you break into Hamilton's house once in a while? Why do you only ever break into my house and eat my food. I'm sure Hamilton won't yell at you if you tilt his paintings and drag soot on his carpet. Besides, now that you mention it, my house is cold. Slave number 136! Go and make a fire!
Slave number 136: -evil grin-
Thomas Jefferson: In the fireplace this time, please.
Slave number 136: -mumbles, mimicking Jefferson- "Oh sure, 136, make a fire, it's not like you're bitter from taking out my chamber pot or anything" and he wonders why his mansion keeps catching on fire.
John Pickering: Sorry to be a bother, but I appear to have, um, noticed that you, do not, in fact, as it were,
Thomas Jefferson: Spit it out.
John Pickering: have any wood in the fireplace.
Thomas Jefferson: Darn, how am I supposed to get wood now.
John Pickering: I'll go get some blankets. -leaves the room-
Door: -is knocked on- -dreams of the day when there will be a doorbell-
Thomas Jefferson: Who is it? Come in! -giggles because the door is locked and he has the key in his back pocket-
John Adams: Seriously, Tom? I gave you this door for your birthday, I know that to open it you just have to tap it right here -tap-
Door: Daddy! I missed you! -unlocks self and opens-
Thomas Jefferson: John, tell me you didn't just spend an hour out in the cold, chopping wood.
John Adams: You call this cold? Heh, in New England we have real cold. This is nothing.
Thomas Jefferson: You puritans and your work ethics never cease to amaze me. Now, John, did you bring any wine?
John Adams: -grin-
Thomas Jefferson: Madeira!
George Washington: -pups in from nowhere- Madeira?
Alexander Hamilton: -suddenly appears- Madeira!
John Hancock: -teleports in- Madeira!
John Adams: Yes, Madeira! Now, let's have a party!
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Thomas Jefferson: Where's my three daily glasses of wine? It's 7: 35, why can't I find my wine?
John Pickering: Not my fault this time, Thomas. Nothing but water in your house.
Thomas Jefferson: John, I specifically remember bolting all the windows and telling you to never break into my house again.
John Pickering: You didn't bolt the chimney. Would you rather I die out in the cold?
Thomas Jefferson: Why can't you break into Hamilton's house once in a while? Why do you only ever break into my house and eat my food. I'm sure Hamilton won't yell at you if you tilt his paintings and drag soot on his carpet. Besides, now that you mention it, my house is cold. Slave number 136! Go and make a fire!
Slave number 136: -evil grin-
Thomas Jefferson: In the fireplace this time, please.
Slave number 136: -mumbles, mimicking Jefferson- "Oh sure, 136, make a fire, it's not like you're bitter from taking out my chamber pot or anything" and he wonders why his mansion keeps catching on fire.
John Pickering: Sorry to be a bother, but I appear to have, um, noticed that you, do not, in fact, as it were,
Thomas Jefferson: Spit it out.
John Pickering: have any wood in the fireplace.
Thomas Jefferson: Darn, how am I supposed to get wood now.
John Pickering: I'll go get some blankets. -leaves the room-
Door: -is knocked on- -dreams of the day when there will be a doorbell-
Thomas Jefferson: Who is it? Come in! -giggles because the door is locked and he has the key in his back pocket-
John Adams: Seriously, Tom? I gave you this door for your birthday, I know that to open it you just have to tap it right here -tap-
Door: Daddy! I missed you! -unlocks self and opens-
Thomas Jefferson: John, tell me you didn't just spend an hour out in the cold, chopping wood.
John Adams: You call this cold? Heh, in New England we have real cold. This is nothing.
Thomas Jefferson: You puritans and your work ethics never cease to amaze me. Now, John, did you bring any wine?
John Adams: -grin-
Thomas Jefferson: Madeira!
George Washington: -pups in from nowhere- Madeira?
Alexander Hamilton: -suddenly appears- Madeira!
John Hancock: -teleports in- Madeira!
John Adams: Yes, Madeira! Now, let's have a party!
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Comments
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Such fanfics are generally written by people who spend a lot of time on the internet.
Isolation, on the internet, is associated with an obsession with videogames, along with living in your parent's basement with a few blow-up dolls in the closet.
QED.
oh no it's in here too aaaaaaaa
Gold and Calcium must stop a corrupt retail executive from impeding Santa Claus in an attempt to make people buy more gifts from his stores. Starring Anonus as the voice of Gold and Radio Announcer and Central Avenue as the voice of Calcium.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Something that tends to be common and ubiquitous.
^ The same reason that Tom Cruise never plays a white guy.
The amount of make-up that would be required would be excessive, and even if they pulled it off, everybody would just say that they should have just chosen a different actor
John Pickering: Not my fault this time, Thomas. Nothing but water in your house.
Thomas Jefferson: John, I specifically remember bolting all the windows and telling you to never break into my house again.
John Pickering: You didn't bolt the chimney. Would you rather I die out in the cold?
Thomas Jefferson: Why can't you break into Hamilton's house once in a while? Why do you only ever break into my house and eat my food. I'm sure Hamilton won't yell at you if you tilt his paintings and drag soot on his carpet. Besides, now that you mention it, my house is cold. Slave number 136! Go and make a fire!
Slave number 136: -evil grin-
Thomas Jefferson: In the fireplace this time, please.
Slave number 136: -mumbles, mimicking Jefferson- "Oh sure, 136, make a fire, it's not like you're bitter from taking out my chamber pot or anything" and he wonders why his mansion keeps catching on fire.
John Pickering: Sorry to be a bother, but I appear to have, um, noticed that you, do not, in fact, as it were,
Thomas Jefferson: Spit it out.
John Pickering: have any wood in the fireplace.
Thomas Jefferson: Darn, how am I supposed to get wood now.
John Pickering: I'll go get some blankets. -leaves the room-
Door: -is knocked on- -dreams of the day when there will be a doorbell-
Thomas Jefferson: Who is it? Come in! -giggles because the door is locked and he has the key in his back pocket-
John Adams: Seriously, Tom? I gave you this door for your birthday, I know that to open it you just have to tap it right here -tap-
Door: Daddy! I missed you! -unlocks self and opens-
Thomas Jefferson: John, tell me you didn't just spend an hour out in the cold, chopping wood.
John Adams: You call this cold? Heh, in New England we have real cold. This is nothing.
Thomas Jefferson: You puritans and your work ethics never cease to amaze me. Now, John, did you bring any wine?
John Adams: -grin-
Thomas Jefferson: Madeira!
George Washington: -pups in from nowhere- Madeira?
Alexander Hamilton: -suddenly appears- Madeira!
John Hancock: -teleports in- Madeira!
John Adams: Yes, Madeira! Now, let's have a party!
Everyone: yay!
George Washington: -breakdances-
John Adams: -steals door-
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis