Good morning, everyone! Welcome back to Mahjoahwofe, a fic that answers the age-old question: “What happens when a twelve-year-old works as a cameraman on a television game show?”
*someone leans toward Lyle and whispers in her ear*
What do you mean “that’s not an age-old question?” Really?
*random person nods*
Oh. Well, we’re answering it anyway.
Happy President’s Day, USA Patrons! Happy Monday to everyone else! Welcome back to the next chapter of the most luke-warm fic ever written. I see everyone did their homework. Ghostie, yours get a gold star.
Anyway, last time on Majohawofe, Keirain returned to work and, due to foam football trauma, reenacted the stomach-bursting scene from Alien. Adriana was in the thick of things again, yelling at everyone, because Keirain cannot defend himself and has to rely on Mother Hens. He seems to have the responsibility level of a ten year old.
*peeks into the room* Good morning, lovely, gentle, forgiving patrons. I’m so sorry that I missed last week. And I’m also sorry that this is not something other than MJoAWoF. On the plus side, Mah-jo-a-woahf is kind of fun to say. Right?
*dodges flying erasers and pencils before sitting down at her desk*
Well, there’s nothing that can be done for it right now so we might as well just deal with this.
*catches a stapler before it hits her head*
Next person to throw office supplies at me gets to stay after class and clean the chalkboard.
Now, where were we… oh yes! The sum-up. Last time on this baffling fic, the cameraman went to the hospital with appendicitis (via the letter-girl of WoF stealing a car instead of using her own) and then developed an inflammatory condition in his abdominal lining post surgery.
Riveting, isn’t it?
Hi, everyone! I’m making my official announcement that I’m done with Thomas & Friends: Sodor High Tales. I just can’t bring myself to go back to a fic that trivializes both slavery and killing children. So while I look for another stinker to do in conjunction with Australian Wheel of Fortune, I’ll get through another chapter of this bizarre game show fanfiction.
The last time we met, Kierain broke his hand, yelled at his sisters, watched The Golden Girls, went back to work, and fell off his stool in pain during the middle of shooting.
If you’ll all look in your desks, I’ve supplied the entire class with caffeine pills. This fic is so boring I feel this is the only sure way to stay awake while reading it.
*pops a pill*
Let’s do this!
Happy Monday, my lovelies! Did everyone have a good weekend? Good. Let’s open today with more baffling fanfiction about game shows. Welcome to chapter two of “My Job On Australian Wheel Of Fortune.”
The last time we looked at this literary barf, we met Kierain, a cameraman with less personality than a dead rhinoceros. He basically just sort of exists while the hostess, a woman that actually died before this fic was written, hovers around him like a mother hen, protecting him from the announcer and the host, who apparently like to do inappropriate things with a foam football during commercial breaks.
Well, hellooooo there, lovely patrons. Today I have the start of an incredibly baffling story called “My Job On Australian Wheel Of Fortune,” or MJAWF for short. This is, you read correctly, a fanfiction based on the game show “Wheel of Fortune.” It probably isn’t the oddest thing I’ve riffed before (remember “Birthday Surprise?”) but it’s pretty damn close. Plus, it’s multi-chaptered, because one chapter of this crap wasn’t enough, I guess.
Here’s the summary to get us started:
CAST Kierain Geaney me Adriana Xenides John Deeks John Burgess featuring music from bands like Divinyls
That’s the story summary. A list of names with no commas to differentiate them, and a soundtrack.
This story was written by the same author that wrote another of the gems featured in our Library when we first opened our doors: The Golden Girls Play Grand Theft Auto IV Online.
Buckle up, friends. This is going to be interesting.