Hehheh I never thought Diana could look adorable, and yet in that pic of yours Mizan, she certainly does.
So cute.
As for my Secret Santa, I got.....Belchic, reading one of his reviews, namely "Pup and Down", and I'll admit two things. 1, I didn't read all of it, (cause imo, it just sounded bad or narcissistic or weird at times), and B no.....wait a minute, 2, some of you pups aren't gonna like what I'm gonna put.
*clears throat* Anyway, since I didn't read the whole fanfic, I'm gonna, in short, show the discussion General and I had about the fanfic, (he read the whole thing but pointed out certain, odd sentences). So.....think of it as a Nostalgia Critic case but with fanfic instead of a film.
Reggie Browning Rolly: I know it's around here somewhere. (continues sniffing) It's gotta be close. (He makes his way onto the counter. He has stopped at a cookie jar.) Mmm! Me want cookie!
It stared The Cookie Monster as Rolly. =P
Lupus Vladimir:
Did you seriously just read either fanfic yourself?
Reggie Browning: I just started reading "Pup up and Down." And that was the first line in the fic. =P
Lucky: What's up, Belchic?
Belchic: Wangity Doo! What is up with you?
Did he seriously just say that?
Reggie Browning: Lucky: The three of us were going to take a little walk around the farm. You know, just to get a little exercise. Wanna come with us?
Belchic: Sounds like a plan, little man!
Rolly: (laughing) I love Belchic.
Those were clearly Roger's "special cookies" You know. The ones he eats to develop video games for Nintendo.
The cookies Rolly ate, anyway. =P
Lupus Vladimir: Hah. Ones that simplify the mind and attention span you mean to say, (overall, that would be true since Nintendo only makes the same Pokemon games, {no variety like they used to with the N64}, and same Super Mario game essentially).
Reggie Browning: Actually, I was talking about cookies filled with drugs. =P So... yeah. =P
Spot: What have you been up to today, Belchic?
Belchic: 1 9, give or take. How are you doing, Cadpig? (no response) Cadpig? (Cadpig is shown laying on Belchic's back almost sleeping.) Get off!
(He throws Cadpig off his back.)
Cadpig: Well, I didn't see that one coming.
Lucky: I'd say we burned a lot of calories from that, and I think we made it in time for lunch.
Rolly: Oh papa!
do you understand this one at all? (He's referring to the following line)
Belchic: Yabba Dabba Crackers! (Rolly slaps Belchic on the back. He belches. Green gas comes out of his mouth going over Spot's face, and she faints in disgust. Belchic twists around.) Ha ha! Slip me back, cuz I'm happening!
Cadpig: Belchic, your attitude is so much like a unique sense of humor. Our lives would not be quite as fun without you. (She starts to walk off.) I think I'm going to go work more on the progress of my humanity.
Da flip? Cadpig clearly hit her head when Belchic threw her...
I think I can call this one of the funniest fics I have ever read.
Lupus Vladimir: This is in comprehensible and illiterate imo. Too random for an actual plot let alone EXPOSITION or a start-up.
And also, given how Belchic is making the others talk is QUITE narcissistic of him. (That is to say, some of the stuff posted feels a bit egotistical or narcissistic in the fanfic.
I'm not much of a critic for movies but clearly I am a stickler or critic for grammar and writing issues.
Reggie Browning: Rolly: (repeating the message as it comes to him) There has been a kidnapping...Native tribe of an unknown variety...next door to Villa De Vil. (sniffs) Hey! I think I'm picking up the scent of this tribe...(sniffing) Okay...there's about half a hundred of them...they're really short. I'd say no more than 2 feet high...black and white makeup...they're clothing consists of gray trench coats...and if I'm not mistaken...fedoras?
Those really were special cookies. Rollay can now smell colours! And height. HA HA
Also, you can clearly tell why this native tribe exists and wears dalmatian coloured makeup and wears grey trech coats... Here's a hint... No excuse is given so you must try to figure out Belchic's complex thought process and find out why he put them in the story...
Lupus Vladimir: It's simply his half-ass excuse to involving his fetish, while somehow involving the DeVils, (or least Cruella), and her/their obsession with monochrome fur attire.
Reggie Browning: Actually I assumed it was merely a half assed excuse to involve his quirk and not raise the question of why dalmatians in a trench coat don't stand out.
Honestly... a native American tribe that is 2 feet tall and wears trench coats and fedoras is worse than nobody noticing dalmatians stacked up in a trench coat. This like breaks the stupidity scales.
(New Scene: The tribal grounds. The Natives are just doing stuff as if they were having a typical bonfire party. We focus on two guys talking to each other.)
Native #1: ...and then I said to him, "Dude! You've got to lay off that stuff, man!"
Native #2: I'm telling you, he's got some serious issues!
Belchic... This one is too easy. LOL. =P
Lupus Vladimir: Even more than the two animated Titanic films combined?
Reggie Browning: Really... This Belchic fic at least MATCHES that. =P
(Rolly and Cadpig pull their heads back into the coat. Rolly starts walking off carrying the other two. Balance is surprisingly not much of a problem for the pups.)
Thank you. You're honest enough to at least tell us you're not attempting to be logical in the slightest. =P
Lupus Vladimir: Oh, and wanna know something that makes this fanfic setup seem bad? It's so stupid, it shouldn't even have animation in the slightest. Smelling colors, height and sh*t of things you don't even know the slightest of, (especially when Rolly can only smell food if anything.)
Reggie Browning: Yes... Also... Rolly can somehow tell that the natives are after Two Tone just by sniffing again... Anyway... I'm going to let these last parts speak for themselves... (Reggie/General then points out the conclusion or resolution to the fanfic which, for sake of space, I won't put down honestly).
That is how he resolves the entire fic... Deus ex machina.
Lupus Vladimir: If I were to be like the Nostalgia Critic in the slightest. I think this fanfic would be my form of his....say....Batman and Robin, (chose that simply because of how NC reacts to Bat Credit Card), perhaps or something along those lines. {Heck if I were like AniMat this fanfic would be my representation of when he watched and reviewed that Giant Octopus Titanic animated film. }.
I will also admit, I did exclude some of the posts or details of posts from our discussion of it for sake of space and perhaps some privacy or personal details. I know you pups, (especially Belchic), are not gonna like this BUT it was honest at least.
"I'm the Nostalgia Critic I remember, BECAUSE IT'S CHRISTMAS!" *SantaChrist theme plays*