Ah, a three AM post of a work of fanfiction with a bit of the commentary left in- because it's more fun that way!
All right, disclaimer: I love cannibals. Love 'em. Particularly insane cannibals.
There's something so raw in talking to a person who thinks you'd probably taste great with a side of fava beans and a nice Chianti, but fighting the ravenously insane tribal ones who'll chop you into bitty slice-y bits with their rusty Blades of Death while tearing off your face with their teeth?
That's priceless.
The out-of-character comments include a lot of references to the word "Reaver." In the case of those of you who have /not/ been blessed to see either
Firefly the series or
Serenity the movie, that is the source we happily borrowed these creatures from, and I highly recommend you go out and buy both the series and the movie sight unseen.
It's that good.
I personally think
Serenity deserved to become the
Star Wars for our generation (underdog movie suddenly turns into the biggest box office smash of the century, thus ensuring two really damn good sequels and a hilarious trilogy of super-fun prequels, not to mention a galaxy of collectible... thingies), but sadly that was not to be.
Serenity was too character-driven for the average public, too frank about the ugly side of good intentions, and too well-loved by too few.
Ask us about
Firefly sometime.
We'll be glad to gush and share quotes. Damn is that show quotable. It has one of the best "son of a BITCH!" reveals I've ever seen in my life.
And Jayne in the hat.
That's not a quote, but it damn near killed me with laughter anyway.
Part 20: In which a nameless personality proves useful and there is death. Sweet death.( Read more... )Also, the formatting of this might be a little raw, for which I apologize. It /is/ 3 AM, though.
Good night, people!