Title:Talk Show of Pudding episode 3
Author: memyselfisesshy93 and Ghastlyme4
Media: Kitchen Sink / Anime
Topic: Kitchen Sink / Inuyasha
URL: Talk Show of Pudding episode 3
Critiqued by TacoMagic
Hello, patrons, and welcome back to another installment of the LOL!Random funtimes known as Pudding Talk. Since the summary of this episode is just mentioning the interview character, and there’s no continuity worth doing a recap for, we’re just going to jump right in.
G4: We’re here again at Talk Show of Pudding!
CHN: WHY DO I HAVE TO BE IN HERE?
You know the fic is really bad when even the writer wants the hell out.
Camera goes to a cage with CHN in
G4: because you will go all fangirl on the guest (whispers) plus we ran out of straight jackets.
Ignoring everything else going on here in favor of being pedantic: does this mean you finally decided to delineate actions with parenthesis instead of just having the characters say what they’re doing?
That’s a nice bit of improvement. A shame that it’s completely overshadowed by the rest of the fic being so fucking awful in both concept and execution.
CHN: I would not! I have gain self-control lately!
Hello hello all you patrons, and welcome back to Mass Effect: The First Mass Effect War, which takes place in Mass Effect!
Last time, a human expedition encountered the quarian Migrant Fleet and exchanged preliminary First Contact transmissions of dubious quality.
And they did so very, very slowly.
Not seeing much movement on the ol’ Bingo Board yet, although we have had some borderline Halo ripoffs and tentative demonization of the turians.
Media: Comic Book? Cartoon?
Topic: Justice League
Genre: Potential Trollfic
Critiqued by BatJamags
Hello once again, patrons! I’m your guest host, BatJamags, and I’m back for our oneshot break from The Red Queen. Today, we’ll be looking at another oneshot from the Justice League section. Let’s have a peak at the summary, shall we?
Stop the Creeper, Batman.
Ah, the Creeper is an interesting character.
Jack Ryder is an obnoxious talk show host who got doused with chemicals or something (he’s one of those characters whose origin gets changed every five seconds), started dressing in one of the DC Universe’s more ridiculous costumes, and became essentially a good (?) version of the Joker. He runs around laughing maniacally (a laugh which may or may not be supernaturally discomforting or outright painful), having super strength and agility, beating up bad guys, and generally being a walking acid trip. He shows up sporadically in stuff, usually as a supporting character for Batman. His most notable appearance was in Batman: The Animated Series, where he was so nuts that the Joker of all people was legitimately terrified of him. He’s like a more interesting Deadpool: Lighter on the ultraviolence and fourth wall-breaking and heavier on the absurdist humor.
Anyway, I’m not sure why Batman needs to stop him, but I suppose we’ll look into the fic to find out. Naturally, we start off with an author’s note.
SpideyMoon owns nothing but her own OC characters and her ideas so please don’t copy any of my fanfics without my permission ok?
Oh, sounds like we’ve got an ORIGINAL CHARACTER DONUT STEELE on our hands. That should be fun. So, after a line break, we get into the fic proper.
Batman punches the Creeper from hitting Joker for robbing his suits and gets him imprisonment.
Huh? Who’s robbing whose suits now? Who’s hitting who? What?
Lemonade is served.
Ah, right, well I’m glad there are refreshments… I guess. Anyway, after another line break we cut to-
Huh? Oh, I… guess it’s over?
Well, this is awkward. I… guess I’ll see you guys later.
And now, your out-of-context quote from the next riff:
Revenge is a dish best served lukewarm with a side of angst.
SC’s Note: Any instance of gender pronouns being capitalized is not random, nor is it a grammatical error on my end. It’s actually fairly common, when discussing gods, to capitalize their respective pronouns as a show of reverence.
Also, friendly reminder, and text you see highlighted like this, mouse over to see the hidden text. Does not work on mobile.
Hello, and welcome back to the Library of the Damned! I’m your host, SC, still trying to get myself back to my old riffing self again, and as such, we have a new oneshot we’ll be tackling this week!
Well… I say oneshot, but it’s technically two chapters. Except that the first chapter is literally a paragraph long and serves only as a means of setting the scene for the rest of the fic, if the author ever cares to continue on with it (it was posted on the seventh and updated a day later, so there’s a high likelihood that it’ll update again after this riff), so it’s really not a “chapter” at all.
Also, I brought this idiot with me.
Yeah, I’m back to babysitting these dipshits again, and given that somebody thought it was cool to let them use military hardware (not naming names or anything, Minh’s cousin), I’ve now come to the conclusion that the next time I need to dump them off on somebody else, they’re going to Scarlet.
Scarlet, out in the hall: Don’t you place that evil upon me, sir!
At least you’ll make sure they behave!
Scarlet, out in the hall: Yes! By killing them! Repeatedly! I am a bad parenting figure, why don’t you understand this?!
Specs: Also, it’s kind of really rude of you to leave me to be “babysat” by the man who beheaded me at the height of my prime, not gonna lie.
Hello, dear Patrons and welcome to the shady side of the molehill that is this fic. It’s all down from here!
In the last chapter the Character Blob of children were summoned to the Fenton lab to be informed by the parental Character Blob (and also Jazz) that they had been selected for a mysterious project by Jurassic World that they apparently had never heard of before.
This chapter starts off not with an Author’s Note but with more lyrics from the Danny Phantom theme song so I’m just going to skip over that and go right to the chapter title.
Meeting Doctor Wu and DNA Transplant!
Oh, I’m not going to like this.
“Uh, guys? Are you sure this is safe?” Sam asked.
I’d ask who she was talking to but it really doesn’t matter who she’s asking, since neither the Fentons nor In Gen are known for their safety practices.