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This thread is where the postin' of best fanfiction or outright horrible fanfiction is linked and presented.
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Cloud Mows the Lawn.

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This sort of thread always devolves into the worst fanfiction and stays firmly rooted there.
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Final Fantasy XIII Development Journal by Motomu Toriyama

Entry #1: Redefining a Generation
God, I hate FFVII. Stupid piece of shit game had to come along and make my job even harder than it already is. Can you even begin to fathom how annoying it is to hear a thousand people tell you they expect this to be the best FF ever? Do you even know how much pressure that is? No wonder Matsuno had a nervous breakdown while making FFXII!

All I know is that if I have a breakdown and they let Akitoshi Kawazu anywhere near this game I will murder every single person at Square-Enix with my bare hands. Kawazu, if you're reading this I want you to know one thing, motherfucker: you suck at what you do and I use copies of SaGa Frontier as toilet paper.

God, I don't want to go into work tomorrow.
Entry #2: The Chaotic Existence of the Video Game Designer
Planning on FFXIII began today. Whoop-de-fucking-doo. We discussed character designs, even though Tetsuya Nomura, the character designer, was conspicuously absent, most likely off at a Hot Topic buying belts and zippers.

I'm working with Yoshinori Kitase on this game. Kitase is a personal rival of mine due to the fact that he had a hand in FFVII. Sometimes while he speaks I completely tune him out and imagine exactly how many sleepless nights he must've spent dreaming up the tortured psyches and poignant backstories of Cait Sith or Yuffie. Yeah, great writing there, Yoshi.

And then there's Final Fantasy VIII. What the hell was that all about?

Nevertheless, the point is that Kitase is working on this game with me, which means I'm going to have to try my hardest to keep shit like the orphanage plot twist out of my game.

We didn't accomplish anything today. Maybe when Nomura gets back he'll pitch us his idea of a character composed completely of belts and zippers.
Entry #3: Girls, Girls, Girls
I didn't give Nomura enough credit: the son of a bitch actually came up with a decent design for a main character. Knowing that my fans basically want an FF that surpasses FFVII, I asked him to design a female version of Cloud Strife, the main character of FFVII.

For the next few nights he'd show up at my home, cold and naked and starving, but nevertheless clutching tightly to his softcore hentai depictions of a female Cloud Strife.

"Good god, man," I would say to him, "what the hell kind of game do you think we're designing here? Do I look like Kitase to you? Fuck no I don't, and I would kill myself if I did."

"But he's working on this game," he would say. "Kitase's working on this game."

And I would backhand him as hard as I could. I wouldn't just do it once or twice, and I wouldn't stop until he had been reduced to tears on my kitchen floor.

"I am not letting Kitase get his seed anywhere near this game. He's only here so that the fans can sleep well at night knowing that an FFVII staff member is working on this game, nothing more. Now I want you to get home and work on these designs. And why the hell don't you ever have any clothes on when you come here? The neighbors must think I'm a freak."

Nomura was shaken, but ultimately he realized it was for the best and changed his approach. The next day he returned with his design and it was extraordinary. It was Cloud, but female, exactly what I had wanted.

Kitase thought up the name "Thunder" for her character. Not wanting his seed anywhere near the game, I changed it to "Lightning."

Don't ever let anyone fucking tell you I can't design games.

FFX-2 doesn't count.
Entry #4: Snowballs
Now that we had an attractive lead female character, our game was set. Despite whatever went wrong during development, we knew people would pour cheddar into Square's lap to play as Lightning's fine booty in HD on the PS3. Man, this game was going good. I was on top of the world.

But it wasn't enough for Square. No, it never is.

They insisted that we have more than one character and that the character be a male to balance out the amount of estrogen this game was receiving. I'm sure that was a subtle dig at our manhood and not just a nod at Lightning, but who gives a rat's booty what Square's executives think?

They told me they'd bring in Kawazu if I refused and within five minutes I was sitting with Kitase and Nomura in the drawing room thinking up a design for a new male character.

Incidentally, Nomura had all these fashion magazines lying around. He said they helped him with ideas for clothes, but I'm pretty sure that all his characters were directly ripped from the pages of that JC Penney catalog. Nomura was the worst type of person, he had no qualms about taking things from others.

Case in point: I walked in here with three pens and am leaving with a half. And no, it's not the half with the tip. Not only can I no longer write this masterpiece of interactive entertainment, but Nomura's walking around with at least three and a half pens and telling people, "Hey, look at how serious of a designer I am: I carry all these pens because it makes me legit. You can break my balls when you get this many pens."

I have zero respect for Nomura, and while Lightning's design may have wooed me for a little bit it definitely wasn't enough for me to overlook the glaring flaws in his humanity.

But regardless of Nomura's ineptitude, he was able to provide a sketch of a character he pulled from the winter fashion section of the catalog. It was a daisies good-looking character, and since Nomura had pulled it from the winter section, I decided to name him "Snow". Just by looking at the design I could already see the yaoi rolling off the presses.

We were doing something huge, and we were doing it right.

Square loved his design. What they didn't notice was this: rustled at Square and wanting to get back at them, I had Nomura insert small penis designs all over Snow's coat. They're nothing you'd notice at first glance, or even after five minutes. That's because the actual stitching of his coat was made up of little penis-shaped loops of thread!

How genius is that?
Entry #5: Your Dark Soul With Light
I'm sure you guys reading this are asking yourselves this question:

"Hey, Motomu, you're a beast of a designer, and these characters you created are phenomenal, but why are you developing them before you even have a plot ready?"

That's because, despite the Square executives' protest, we're trying something different this time. Kitase can get on his knees and blow me all he wants but I'm still not going to change my view on this: we're going to shape the story to the characters.

This entire world, this entire game, will be directly linked to the characters. They will be like fucking gods. It's not all too different from the way I live my life. This world was designed for me, after all, by the greatest designer in history: Cthulu.

Anyway, this approach has helped me draft a basic plot that I believe is very good. Brace yourselves, this is exclusive info straight from the big Moto himself.

The plot is going to center around a world called Throb and a floating city called Pod. The world of Throb is a savage place run by hard-bodied, sex-crazed Amazonian women. In order for the men to actually get any daisies work done, they created Pod: a city encased in a giant cocoon-type thing that floats above Throb like a moon.

But then things go wrong. Due to a fuck-up in Pod's orbit, all the women on Throb begin menstruating at the same time, and this leads to total chaos on Throb. Eventually, the Pod government decides they need to send some men in to calm the women, but the men never return, and Throb descends into a further state of chaos without men to guide it.

Yes, this commentary may not be very subtle, but I don't give a rat's booty. I had an argument with my wife about five minutes before drawing up this plot and I don't feel like changing it now. Incidentally, the plots of many previous FFs were conceived the same way, but that's a different subject.

Anyway, as you can guess, Lightning and Snow get caught up in this and an epic journey ensues. You can probably guess the ending. Whatever. Moto out.

P.S. Expect at least an adult rating on this one. I'm not letting Square compromise my artistic vision for anything, even if they give me more cheddar than I can imagine.
Entry #6: Actually...
Scratch that. Throb's name is now Pulse, and Pod is now Cocoon, both names thanks to Kitase! I love that guy!

And this will be rated for teenagers, I guarantee it!

LOL, holy hell they gave me a lot of cheddar!!
Entry #7: Political Action
This is off the subject of the game a little, but I swear I just saw Nomura put his mouth on the water fountain. Direct contact. As soon as I turn the corner I see his ugly blond head and he's sucking the water down like he's trying to get the poison out.

And it makes me wonder: is this the first time?

I called Wada, the Square-Enix president, and asked him to send some personal janitors down here to decontaminate this thing immediately. Wada told me to shut up and keep working on the game or he'd send Kawazu to turn it into Final Fantasy II.

I decided that I'd take matters into my own hands and talk to Nomura. I invited him to my office, hoping that by the end of it I could fix every flaw in his character. But I was wrong.

He showed up 30 minutes late to start, telling me he was buying silk blazers and pens. You already have pens, you metro motherfucker, I thought, you stole two and a half of them straight from me.

To top this off he showed up without pants. When I mentioned this he cussed out loud and told me he thought the shredder hadn't gotten the entire thing.

When I tried to steer the conversation to the topic of the water fountain, he kept bringing up the picture of my wife, which I had sitting on my desk. Throughout our conversation he kept rubbing himself and asking me what her hobbies were, or what food she liked.

This began to make me sick, so I told him to leave. I had tried to be benevolent and merciful, but this guy was the biggest douchebag I had ever met in my life. I turned my back and said that if he wasn't gone when I turned around, I would fire him.

I heard the door close and turned back around. He was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then noticed that the picture of my wife was gone as well.
Entry #8: Radically Different
Square is pestering us again to create another character. They say two isn't enough, because all past FFs have had at least four.

I received this message in a memo, and decided to call up Wada personally.

"This isn't like other FFs," I told him. "We're doing things differently. This game is going to be radical, and genre-defining."

"So how does that relate to the number of characters?" he asked.

I laughed. Hard. Of course he wouldn't understand. He was no designer. All he did all day was sit in the comfort of his gold-plated office atop Mt. Fuji and dispense orders to make him more cheddar. He had never worked as a designer for a single day of his life.

He hadn't felt the brutal pain of carpal tunnel from rushing to finish programming the final boss battle ten seconds before release day. He hadn't felt the blistering heat of the dev room when the air con breaks down and you're stuck in there with 300 Japanese men sweating like pigs.

I mean, this guy rides a Chocobo to work. A fucking Chocobo. He has so much cheddar that he paid scientists to bio-engineer him a motherfucking Chocobo. It's the only one that exists on the planet and right now it's sitting in his office probably eating Gysahl Greens, which he also had bio-engineered and grows in the Square-Enix parking lot.

So with all this in mind, I laughed, and I said: "Guess what, Wada, you motherfucker, I'm only designing these two characters. You can bitch all you want, but this FF is going to be different, and radical, and I'm not having some spineless bastard like you ruin my artistic vision."

And I hung up, feeling like I had just tackled a mountain and won.

I could not have forseen the apocalyptic events that were to come.
Entry #9: A Wild Kawazu Appears
I woke up this morning feeling invincible. I had an interview at noon, so I made myself a breakfast of fried onions to make sure my breath was suitably offensive and went on my way.

I managed to wow the interviewer with the radically different direction FFXIII was taking. He was so impressed he told me if I could send him an advance copy. I said I could if he gave me his wallet, which he did.

I had lied, and won.

Anyway, after the interview I headed over to Square-Enix to continue working on the game. I walked into the dev room and saw everyone crowded around a single computer.

"What's going on?" I asked them.

"Kawazu-san is programming this entire game by himself!"

I froze. Kawazu? No. Dear Cthulu, no.

I pushed through the crowd and saw it with my own eyes: Akitoshi Kawazu, the guy who made the games I use to wipe my asshole was programming my game.

He had changed everything. He said Lightning looked too girly, and that the battle system was broken because you couldn't level up by attacking yourself. But what baffled me even more was that all my programmers loved him! They loved his games! They were glad he was making it more like SaGa and FFII!

I was sick to my stomach. I went to go complain to Kitase, but he told me that Wada had put him on the project and demoted me to catering and food services!

Everybody was against me!

So I sat in my office all day watching Kawazu get all the love for programming a piece of shit, while my tortured artistic mind went to waste doodling nude sketches of Snow in the dark. I had been torn from my throne as the director and thrown down into being their personal cook. I was devastated.

Night fell and all the programmers had gone home. Kawazu came into my office before he left and said, while winking, "Later, alligator."

I saw him walking to his car from my office window. He apparently saw me watching because he looked up at me and yelled, "Later, alligator!"

And he winked.

Kitase also stopped in before going home and told me to make the food good for tomorrow. I flipped him off as he walked away and hoped he didn't see me or he'd have Wada knock me down to janitor.

I need a way to take my game back. There was only one way to do that: I needed to apologize to Wada.

Would I do it, or...would I strike out on my own as a solo artist?
Entry #10: Welcome to Moto-Burger
Today is my first day on catering duty. I've decided that until I can reclaim my position as unofficial demi-god of Square-Enix (aka director of Final Fantasy XIII), I'm going to devote myself fully to this job.

I have to be there an ungodly eight hours earlier than I usually did for my director job. So at exactly noon I'm setting up my folding table and putting out the dishes I've prepared. Oh, Cthulu, are they nice. I've set up cheese platters consisting of -- well, cheese, but different types of it. I've got cheddar and swiss and mozzarella, and even goat cheese.

My platters are beautiful. I've arranged one into a beautiful landscape complete with mountains and a peaceful lake. Another one's arranged to form a beautiful sunset. This is exquisite stuff, simply beautiful.

I'm just standing there admiring my work when I see a hand disrupt everything.

"Hey, there, alligator -- ooh, cheddar! I love cheddar!"

I look up and see Kawazu stuffing his inept mouth with my cheese and winking at me. He's the kind that chews with his mouth open, unsurprisingly. I guess he doesn't care who he disgusts by letting the chewed mass in his mouth remain visible. I wouldn't expect him to give a shit, though, considering his games really seem like they don't either.

In seconds he's torn up my sunset platter and is moving onto the mountain/lake platter. He reaches out his hairy hands towards the plate to grab another fistful when I grab his pencil wrist and stop him.

"Don't fucking touch my cheese," I tell him.

He just looks at me weird, and then he laughs, showing cheese caked in all the gaps between his teeth, spraying me with cheddar-scented saliva.

"Hey, there, alligator," he winks, "I thought you were catering this for the dev team. You know, the V.I.P.'s? Give me some!"

He reaches his disgusting hand out again and I stop him once again.

"What part of 'don't fucking touch my cheese' didn't you understand?" I say to him.

"Whoa, alligator," he says, taking on a serious tone for once, "calm down. I'm just hungry because I didn't have breakfast this morning."

"I'll tell you what, if you're so hungry why don't you go eat a DICK."

I manage to successfully ward off Kawazu, who goes back to raping the quality of my game while some other programmers come up to get cheese. I let them have some, because I need to get on their good side. I ask all of them if they'll help me take my game back, but they all say they don't want to lose their jobs by going up against Wada.

What the hell kind of team is this anyway? They love Kawazu but won't help their shamed director? Wada probably hired them for that exact reason. Spineless bastard. I wouldn't be surprised if him and Kawazu are fucking on the side.

As night rolls around I pack up my food and folding table and head out to my car to load it into the trunk. As I'm struggling to lift everything into the trunk I see Kawazu and Nomura walk out of the building together, talking.

"Hey, there, alligator," Kawazu says to me and winks, "wanna get some drinks with me and Tetsuya? We're having the deepest conversation right now!"

Dealing with Kawazu and Nomura? Oh, fuck this.

I shut my trunk and climb into my car without even answering, peeling out of the parking lot at top speed.
Entry #11: Winning the Rainbow
I'm a genius. I've finally come up with a way to get my job back.

I came up with this after I stayed up all night crying and pleasuring myself to some female Cloud sketches Nomura left here a while back, using my tears as a lubricant. It hit me like a bolt of lightning.

Immediately leaving my business unfinished I ran out to my car and drove over to Kawazu's house. I rang his doorbell.

He opened the door and said, "Hey, there, alligator," and winked.

And I popped him in the face.

Next I headed over to Wada's house and rang the doorbell. Wada came to the door in a silk bathrobe, looking quite irritated.

"What the hell are you doing here, Motomu?" he snarled. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

I looked behind him and saw several women performing an action involving a bottle of lotion and a Chocobo. He stepped in front of me to block my view.

"What the hell is it?!"

"Sir, I've got a great idea for the game!"

He sighed and facepalmed. "Look, I don't care. You're out, you're the caterer now. Go home and start cooking for tomorrow."

"No, sir, I guarantee you'll give me my job back after I tell you this idea."

He stared at me for a while and then sighed. "Okay, what is it?"

"You've played FFVII, right? Remember how there was a character in there so stereotypical and offensive and pointless that he gave the game a bad name from certain groups of people?"

He scrunched up his face and gasped. "Cait Sith! Oh, god, that fucking bastard! I still don't know what in God's name Kitase was thinking when he pulled that out of his booty!"

"No!" I yelled. The women in the back turned to look at me, and I waved. "No, I'm talking about Barret. I have an idea to put a black guy in FFXIII, to get some 'street cred' and maybe net an award nomination for our sensitive portrayal of the African-American race."

He stared at me blankly. "What the hell is street cred going to help us with? This game is called fucking Final Fantasy! Do you think some gangsta-booty mothafucka in Compton is going to sit down and play through a game called fucking Final Fantasy?! Why the hell are you wasting my time with this shit?! I was so close to getting this Choc -- woman off and you had to break my combo!"

"How can you not think this is a good idea, sir?!" I yelled. "It's brilliant! We can't lose!"

He scoffed and said, "As long as Kawazu is alive you're not getting back on this game. Maybe that'll teach you not to fuck with motherfucking Yoichi Wada ever again! Straight talk, bitch!!"

With that, he shut the door in my face. I would've given up hope there, but the last thing he said was still ringing in my head: as long as Kawazu is alive, I can't touch this game.

Oh, man, this is gonna be sweet.
Entry #12: Japanese Psycho
I rolled up in front of Kawazu's house at around 4 AM. I must've decked him pretty good because he was still sitting on his doorstep with a bag of bloody kleenex at his feet.

He looked up at me as I walked up. "Whoa, alligator," he said, holding a tissue to his nose, "what the fuck was up with the punch?"

"Sorry about that," I said. "Let me make it up to you. Come to my place for drinks."

In fifteen minutes he was sitting in my living room while I was laying newspaper out across the carpet.

"Hey, alligator," he said, "why are you putting pages of the Styles section all over the floor? You got a dog or something? A little chow?" He laughed.

"No, Kawazu," I said.

After laying down the newspaper I walked into the bathroom, pulling a raincoat out of the closet and putting it on. I also reached towards the back and withdrew an axe.

I hid the axe from Kawazu and placed it on the kitchen counter. "You like Huey Lewis?" I asked him.

I crossed over to the stereo and put it on full blast.

"In 1987 Huey released this, Fore!, their most accomplished album. I think I their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square," a song so catchy that most people probably don't listen to the lyrics."

I walked over to the counter and picked up the axe.

"But they should listen to the lyrics because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity and the importance of trends. It's all a personal statement about the band itself. Hey, Kawazu."

Kawazu turned to look at me as I planted the axe right between his eyes. Blood splattered the front of my raincoat and up to my face. Kawazu fell to the floor as I pulled the axe out from his face and I begun to repeatedly hack away at him as he lay on the floor talking about alligators.

"TRY MAKING A SAGA GAME NOW YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTAAARRRRDDD!!"

I kept hacking at him until I was sure he was dead. Then I placed the axe on the ground, removed my raincoat and folded it neatly with the bloody side in, and sat on the couch, lighting a cigar. I crossed my legs and took a puff as I watched the scene, music blasting.
Entry #13: Back to Nomural
I sit back in my chair and put my feet up on the desk. I'm back in my old office. Back to being the director of this masterpiece of interactive entertainment.

Kawazu is dead. His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. Don't ask me why I went all the way to the United States to dissolve his body, and why I couldn't have just dumped it in the ocean or something if I managed to get out of the country. This is my attempt at a subtle movie reference, and you're going to like it.

But anyway, taking an axe to people's faces isn't usually a great feeling. It's something you do if you really need to. But I'll be damned if Kawazu didn't make it fun.

Guess nobody will be seeing you later, alligator.

Shit, he's got me. I need to recondition myself ASAP.

Anyway, my tone might make you think that being back at the helm means everything is all peaches and orgasms. But it's not. I remember all the things I hated about this job. The long hours, clogged toilets in the bathrooms, Nomura, Kitase, Wada, basically everyone on the development staff. Kawazu being gone doesn't fix any of these things.

Like today, for instance, that jackass Nomura came into my office around 10:00 AM, which is my publicly announced private time. I even hung this sign on my door:

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I asked him if he could read and he became extremely defensive. So I believe he might be illiterate. But that's beside the point. He came in with a basket of fruit, which he said he brought to welcome me back. The only thing was that he wasn't sure which fruit I liked, so he filled it with broccoli, which he called "The Fruit of the Gods".

He smiled and asked me if I liked it, and I asked him where the fuck the picture of my wife was. I had it right here on my desk when I called him in a while back, and then when he left it was gone. I told him I knew he had it, and he admitted that he couldn't read, which was somehow supposed to be relevant. When I asked him what that had to do with this he said he didn't know because he couldn't read.

Tired of talking in circles, I told him to leave my office. He told me that he'd make it up to me somehow, and then he walked out.

I glanced at the mug holding my pens and noticed that three and a half of them were missing. That smug kleptomaniac bastard.

Other than that, the day was going great. Everything was fine until Kitase walked in and said he needed to talk to me about Kawazu's death. Apparently it shook him up pretty bad, because he broke down in sobs as soon as he sat down. He kept telling me what a noble man Kawazu was, and how he always looked at life from a comedic perspective.

"There, there," I said. "There, there."

He kept going on and on and on about how Kawazu always made everyone laugh. How he always kept the team inspired and fueled so that they could work all night without detesting it one bit.

"There, there," I said. "There, there."

He told me that the police were searching for Kawazu right now, and how he firmly believed someone had killed him. He said if he ever found out who had done it he would rip the head off their cock and make them pelvic thrust a jar of salt.

With that he got up and left, and I sat there trying to get the image out of my head.
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I got through half of that harry potter rationality fanfiction before I got tired of the stick up harry's booty. I don't really regret reading it though, he had some interesting ideas in there.

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It was an interesting deconstruction of how magic and physics interact.

I really liked how he had Quirrel put a Horcrux on the Voyager plaque before it went into space. Good luck destroying that one suckers!
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I read a lot of fanfiction. Like, way too much. They can be surprisingly well written.
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I read this one Avatar: The Last Airbender fanfic that kept introducing "what if?" scenarios that come about from the characters questioning what's happening around them. It's pretty good, and the last chapter made me see the series in a completely different light.
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I am reading a Shang x Male Mulan fan fic for laughs and there hasn't even been sex yet after seven chapters

Get to the point of your terrible fanfic for fuck's sake

Also there's a lot of unnecessary swearing because this is an adult fic and adults swear! Yeah!

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oh shit i didn't know this thread existed

LEMME OFFER UP MY FANFIC WISDOM

Ouroboros, which is a really good p3 fanfic that is updating at a crawl, but still a pretty good read

there's a ton more i could recommend but i have to find the links

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That Hamuko story's pretty good. Post more links so I can read them pretty please.

Here's a Fallout: New Vegas fanfic called "Rubicon." I like it.
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status quo antebellum is a v. good hetalia fic and it's quite funny!!

this is a parody of mary sue fanfics with sailor moon characters!!

Kihin Ranno is a good author look at her stories

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Any fan of Beavis And Butthead owes it to themselves to read this:

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天生萬物以養人

人無一善以報天

殺殺殺殺殺殺殺

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