Funny Moments In Fanfics, Post Your Favorite Funny Scene From Someone Else's Fic Options

[mALX]

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I'd like this thread to be used as a tribute to all the writers on the FanFic Forum here at Chorrol - please feel free to add any tidbits you find in anyone's story while reading!!





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I'll start off with one of my faves:


Tellie: The chronicles of Salina Delvanni



Lachance giving you a problem? Just tell him you'll go Tellie on his butt and watch him run, lol.


Here is a little sample of what Tellie did to Lachance in "The chronicles of Salina Delvanni" - I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life:

The man laughed a bit. "Thats true, but still you are a murderer, and I, I am Lucien Lachance, a speaker for the Dark Brotherhood, and a member of the Black Hand, and we would like to offer you a place amongst us".

I looked down at my hand for a moment, feeling rage mount up in me, but I concealed it as giddyness, "Yes..." I said as I rose up from the floor, and sheathed the dagger, with a swift movement I rammed my knee into his groin, and was pleased to hear him whimper in pain, as he dropped to the floor cluthing his lower areas..."YOU BROKE MY FINGERNAIL...NEVER BREAK A WOMAN'S FINGERNAIL" I yelled at him, and delivered another kick and was pleased to hear him whimper again 'poor bugger propably never been this humiliated before'I thought with a smirk.

Followed by this scene:

So”, a dark creepy voice awoke me, and true enough there stood Lucien Lachance, whom had now added what looked like metal plating in the crotch area of his black robe.

This post has been edited by mALX: Feb 12 2011, 06:26 PM

[McBadgere]

I think this is the funniest thing I've read in ages...

Warning...I thought about maybe editing some of it...But...I also thought I may get my head caved in if I did... ...

So here, in all its glory... ...

Carnius left the palace by the Crucible Gate, stepping down the steps into the dank and labyrinthine city below. He traversed the streams of sewage that trickled down its lanes, squinting through the gloom and fog that still covered the streets from the now-abated storm. There were a few more figures on the streets now that the rain was gone, emerging from the crumbling and corpse-like buildings, and one or two lounging on the bridges, balconies and overhangs that shadowed the roadways.

Carnius stopped at one point to stare at three corpses hanging from a walkway over a street, blackened with rot, rain still dripping from their bloated toes. People were passing under them without comment, as if bodies being left on display in nooses above the road was nothing abnormal. Considering that this was Crucible, perhaps that was the case.

“Wanna stick, mister?” a wrinkled Bosmer who had appeared at Carnius’ elbow asked. “Good sticks, not a leaf on ‘em, great for pokin’ bodies! Just one coin!”

“I’m fine,” Carnius said.

“You sure? They’re the best sticks in all Crucible,” the Bosmer insisted.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Carnius said. “Actually, I do have a question.”

“Is it about sticks? I know a lot about sticks. I’m an expert on sticks, y’know.”

“No, not about sticks.”

“Oh. Well, I’ll see what I can help you with.”

“You know any good inns in Crucible?” Carnius asked.

“Well, I suppose there’s Sickly Bernice’s Taphouse,” the Bosmer said. “I gave her a good stick a while back, to help her walk. Very grateful for it, an excellent stick, she said.”

“Where’s that?” Carnius asked.

“Oh, just near the main gate,” the Bosmer said. “You sure I can’t interest you in a stick? Be good for prodding one of those bodies, and they’re nice and rotten now; poke ‘em hard enough and the neck might go, and then splat! That’s always funny.”

“No thanks,” Carnius said.

“Fine, fine,” the Bosmer said, rolling his eyes. “Nobody has time for sticks any more.”

He turned and shuffled away, muttering about the state of sticks, and Carnius headed on.

I laughed and laughed... ...