[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

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Originally posted by BethMcBeth Okay scene: Rodger's Mansion. Rodger: "Alright Dorothy whats this you wanted to show me...?" *opens door* *Sees Dorothy on his bed with a giant black panther* Rodger: *SHOCKED mouth opened* "ARGHHHHHH!!!!" Dorothy: "Whats wrong? Its at least the right shade of black right? I also named it Pero Jr." Rodger screams: "NORMAN!!!!!!!" HAhahaa!! Yeah thats all I got in my head.... ^-~" I know.. lamo...

LOL. Good One, BethMcBeth.

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Originally posted by BethMcBeth *Sees Dorothy on his bed with a giant black panther* Rodger: *SHOCKED mouth opened* "ARGHHHHHH!!!!" Dorothy: "Whats wrong? Its at least the right shade of black right? I also named it Pero Jr."

Will Pero, Jr. be eating at table, do you think? That's quite a leap, Beth. Kudos!

Pygmalion

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Originally posted by BethMcBeth Okay scene: Rodger's Mansion. Rodger: "Alright Dorothy whats this you wanted to show me...?" *opens door* *Sees Dorothy on his bed with a giant black panther* Rodger: *SHOCKED mouth opened* "ARGHHHHHH!!!!" Dorothy: "Whats wrong? Its at least the right shade of black right? I also named it Pero Jr." Rodger screams: "NORMAN!!!!!!!" HAhahaa!! Yeah thats all I got in my head.... ^-~" I know.. lamo...

Dudette, this was so wrong it was good.

Kudos, this was funny!

Oh man! I've gone back and read a few I missed. Where to start?.....

Xel, Oh that was good. Really,really good. It could happen. I saw it all. Excellent visuals.

Big Finale. Alex's contempt for Alan is all right there. I love that subtle twist at the end. Not what I expected.

Advinius. You captured Schwartzward's tortured soul( and body) quite well. He wanted the truth and he paid for it, didn't he? I guess we all pay a price for what we want.

Okay, now I'm off to read some more!!!!

Madrona

This is a great thread and I'm glad to see it getting resurrected.

Good job, Beth McBeth!

Now this one is pretty interesting. The Dorocratic Party.
Is this to get R.Dorothy Wayneright elected president or mayor of Paradigm City?

That's one answer worth exploring. Oooh, I just got a very interesting idea. Why don't I type up a fanfic with Dorothy running for mayor of Paradigm City.

"R.DOROTHY, THE MAYOR OF PARADIGM CITY?" by BigRoomA

It was a very rainy day in Paradigm City and Roger Smith was watching TV because it was raining outside. Megan, Roger's maid came in and handed him a toasted bagel with a layer of sour cream dip. He accepted the snack.

"Thank you, Megan." Roger said.

"Welcome, Mr.Smith. Mr.Smith,...." Megan replies, but he interrupted.

"Call me, Roger or Master Roger. I'm not one of those strict people who expect perfection."

"Oh, sorry, Roger."

"That's OK. Mmmmm, I love your bagel."

Megan bowed. She was touched by his compliment.

"I put a nice layer of Sour cream dip. The stuff you usually use for potato chips and corn chips."

Roger laughs.

"Oh yes. This is a great idea, Megan."

From their left came in Dorothy.

"What is it, Dorothy?" Roger asked.

"Angel is home from her trip to the mall." Dorothy said.

"Ohhhhh, darn!" Angel said with frustration.

"What's the matter, darling?" Roger asked. He saw that his wife was mad. Why? She just came back from a very crowded mall where shoppers capitalized on many bargains.

"What's the matter you say, Mr.Smith? Well, you haven't known mania until you have gone through the entire mall in six hours!"

"Six hours? It usually takes only one hour."

"Not today! You know why it took six hours? Let me tell you why? Each store had bargains anywheres from 50% to 75% off on ALL items. MAN! That was why!" Angel barked. "Dorothy, get me about 3 coffees and a box of doughnuts!"

Angel then sat down and took off her shoes.

"That's not my job." Dorothy replied.

"Why not?"

"That's Megan's work."

"Oh. Megan."

"Yes, ma'am." Megan said, then she went off to get the cofee and doughnuts.

Roger then turned on the TV and saw that the campaign for mayor of Paradigm was well underway. Angel turned to the one eyed monster and gave it a raspberry.

"The guy running for mayor this time around is a idiot. He promises to raise the tax on pizza and candy. Not fair." Angel says.

"Pizza and candy? Oh, brother. That's the least of our problems." Roger said.

"What do you mean?"

"How about the luxury tax on Bigs. I have to maintain Big O at least seven times a week, once a day. The parts I have to replace once in a while is running me about $100,000 a month."

Megan whistled.

"Wowww. I didn't know that one. My gosh." she replies.

"Oh, yes. I get the parts from our Big manufacturing plants in Binghamton." Roger says. "I have Dorothy or Angel travel upstate to buy them."

Angel then got somewhat angry. She took a pillow and bopped Roger over the head with it.

"Well, Mr.Smith. Next time for the next few months, you go up to Binghamton and buy the parts yourself! It'll teach you some responsibility!" said she then smiled.

Roger then got the idea and headed for his car.

"Ok, I'll go upstate and do it."

Angel gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"That's better. See, you've got to give us a break once in awhile."

"You're a louse, Roger Smith." Dorothy said.

Everybody laughed. Roger then got in his black car and headed to upstate New York.

Meanwhile, Dorothy came in with about a stack of papers and put them on the table where Angel was.

"What's this?" Angel asks.

"Petitions for the mayorship. I want to run for mayor of Paradigm City."
Dorothy says.

"An Android running for political office? That's one I haven't heard of before."

Angel actually had no problem with Dorothy running for mayor of Paradigm City. It was just she really hasn't heard of an android run for any type of political office. She and Megan both signed the petition. Over the next several weeks, Dorothy went all over Paradigm City and got at least 250,000 signatures. That was enough to put her on the ticket.

However, at the same time. A man from one of the other domes had the same idea and wanted to turn Paradigm City into a city of amusement like gambling, pleasure and bars. Dorothy heard of this and went to Dan Dastun, the head of the Military Police.

"Oh, man. This guy has been known for running illegal gambling rings and prostitution in the past." The officer said. "He wins and we'll be in for chaos all over the place. Dorothy, I hope you win. We cannot allow for this garbage to be set up all over Paradigm City."

"Officer Dastun, we have some bars and gambling places here already." Dorothy replies.

"Well, Dorothy. Those were already constructed just after Rosewater's set cataclysm 40 years ago. There's not much we can do about those. However, we can prevent future ones from being constructed."

Dorothy nods in agreement.

When the election came, Dorothy lost. However, the guy who wanted pleasure central lost also. But, who won was R.Abigail who ran a great campaign too like Dorothy did. When Dorothy lost, she lost to Abigail by only 1,274 votes.

At the inaugural ceremony, R.Abigail was sworn in as the new mayor of Paradigm City and hugged Dorothy.

"I'm really sorry that you lost friend." Abigail said. "Both of us ran a great campaign and floored that sleazeball from winning."

"Me too, Abigail." Dorothy said. "I hope that you'll be a great mayor."

Then in came Roger Smith.

"Nuts and Cashews. Did I miss it?" Roger said.

"You did, Roger."

"Crud. Oh well, can't be in two places at once."

The whole crowd laughed.

THE END. (Oh, If I spelled Cataclysm wrong. Oops.)

“Its just too horrible to contemplate,” sobbed Alan Gabriel onto Beck’s shoulder.

“There there, Alan, I know,” he said patting Alan on the back. “Such brutality!”

Beck turned toward Norman. “Where the hell is Crow Boy?” he demanded. “He should be here at a time like this.”

“Master Roger is in bed with another head cold," said Norman with a sigh. “It comes from all the cold showers he’s been forced to take since Mistress Dorothy ….” he paused as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Dan Dastun shook his head in mute understanding.

At this moment an extremely gravid Dorothy waddled down the kitchen steps muttering, “Blast it all anyway! Why is it always the woman who gets pregnant? *&!!!%* men!”

“Out of my way, Canary Boy,” she growled, stiff-arming Beck onto his rear end. Alan quickly jumped out of the way as Dorothy crossed over to the refrigerator, took out two gallons of milk, opened one, chugged it down, and waddled back upstairs with the other. As she passed, the men stood at attention with their hands crossed over their lower abdomen in a show of sympathy and support. It also was a form of self-defense. Although Norman had hidden all sharp objects months ago, one couldn’t be too careful.

Several minutes later there was a sneeze from the top of the stairs. Roger appeared in pajamas, bathrobe and fuzzy slippers holding a wad of tissues in his hand.

“Norman, is id safe to come down?” he asked, applying a tissue to an exceedingly red nose.

“Mistress Dorothy took a gallon of milk upstairs with her just a few moments ago, so she should be occupied for a while, Master Roger,” said Norman.

Roger sneezed. “Poor Dorothy. Do you know she needs to use a hand mirror dust to pud her shoes on in the morning? Poor ting hasn’t seen her feed since last summer.”

Alan Gabriel’s sobs grew louder.

“How long has Dorothy been pregnant anyway?” asked Beck.

“It will be a year dis Nobember,” Roger sniffled. “Darn dat Lady Desser anyway. How can she be so cruel at to wride a story line thad has me get Dorothy pregnant, den abandon us for an under aged widdard. Wad a widge!”

Roger began to squirm uncomfortably. “Uh, Norman, id dere any ice water handy?” he asked.

“Here you are, Master Roger,” said Norman, taking a five-gallon jug out of the refrigerator.

“Please excuse me for a momend,” Roger walked to the sink and began to pour the contents of the jug over his head and shoulders.

“Poor schlump, the only thing he’s been in bed with lately is a head cold,” thought Beck sympathetically.

“Uh, Roger, could you save some of that for me?” asked Dastun. Hoping to avoid Dorothy’s fate, Angel had traded in her skin-tight pink cat suits and skimpy low cut blouses for oversized gray sweats, had stopped wearing make-up and let her roots grow out.

With a look of profound sympathy, Roger handed Dan the rest of the jug.

Alan continued to snivel. “I can understand dismemberment. I can understand disembowelment. I can understand taunting someone as you slowly torture ‘em to death. That’s all in the name of fun, but keeping an android pregnant for more than a year. That’s just so gosh darned mean.”

“Dere, dere,” said Roger, patting Alan on the back.

“Gentlemen, if I may be so bold, I think I have a plan," said Norman. "Master Roger, I suggest you take Big O to that wizard school, kidnap that little wizard twerp and hold him captive until You-Know-Who finishes Part 4 of the ‘Blossoming Rose’”.

“Nod bad, Norman, nod a bad idea ad all,” snuffled Roger.

“Wait a minute," said Beck. “That little brat is a wizard, right? Couldn’t he change us into frogs or something?"

“Hmm, quite right,” Norman mused.

“I know,” said Roger. “Led’s tell him that he’s been selected to be a Junior Dominus. We led him pilot Big O around the city, kick over a few buildings and destroy a few superfluous city blocks. Dis way the little brad will be habing such a good time he won’t realize that he’s actually been kidnabbed.”

“Good idea, Master Roger,” agreed Norman. “Let’s do it!"

Moving faster than he had in a long time, Roger ran to Big O. Sliding into the control seat, he crossed his wrists and shouted, “Bid O, it’s Showtime! C’mon led’s go kick some wizard budd!”

Poor Dorothy! For me, it only seemed like twelve months. Cute idea, 6 moon dance!

Pygmalion

This is good. Although IT HAS been an absurdly long time sence we have seen any kind of hints at all that any progress is being made on that fic.
I like how Dastun wound up in the same predicament as Roger. Lucky for him though Angel will be pregnant for only a few more months while it sounds like if nothing is done about it Dorothy is going to be pregnant forever.

Was that a hint?

(Working on it again ... slowly. Takes a LOT of mental energy to be in the Big O Universe.)

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Originally posted by 6 moon dance “I know,” said Roger. “Led’s tell him that he’s been selected to be a Junior Dominus. We led him pilot Big O around the city, kick over a few buildings and destroy a few superfluous city blocks. Dis way the little brad will be habing such a good time he won’t realize that he’s actually been kidnabbed.” “Good idea, Master Roger,” agreed Norman. “Let’s do it!" Moving faster than he had in a long time, Roger ran to Big O. Sliding into the control seat, he crossed his wrists and shouted, “Bid O, it’s Showtime! C’mon led’s go kick some wizard budd!” To be continued Maybe

This was great! Marvelous job!

All I can say is Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice! This was really cool. I liked it.

Kudos, on a job well done.

Thank you all for your comments. This was my first my completed work of fiction so I wasn't sure how it would be received. Thanks again, you made my day.

Lady Tesser,
No that was not a hint. Hints are subtle. "What do you think Big O would look like in wizard robes and a pointy hat? or Hmm, wouldn't 'Harry Potter, Junior Dominus' be a cool name for a crossover fic?", are hints.

The Twelth Month is a fervent plea for more Big O fanfiction. Its also a plea to those writers (and you know who you are) who tease us with a few surperb chapters of fan-fiction then stop to Please, Please, PUL-LEASEEEEE don't keep us in suspense.

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Originally posted by 6 moon dance Thank you all for your comments. This was my first my completed work of fiction so I wasn't sure how it would be received. Thanks again, you made my day. Lady Tesser, No that was not a hint. Hints are subtle. "What do you think Big O would look like in wizard robes and a pointy hat? or Hmm, wouldn't 'Harry Potter, Junior Dominus' be a cool name for a crossover fic?", are hints. The Twelth Month is a fervent plea for more Big O fanfiction. Its also a plea to those writers (and you know who you are) who tease us with a few surperb chapters of fan-fiction then stop to Please, Please, PUL-LEASEEEEE don't keep us in suspense.

Will it please you to know that I have two going up on the next update, very soon? (assuming of course, that poor Shredder has time to finish looking the second one over and approves it!)

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Will it please you to know that I have two going up on the next update, very soon? (assuming of course, that poor Shredder has time to finish looking the second one over and approves it!)

YES !!!!!! Pumping arm up and down in the air and doing happy dance.

Here we go... who's up for an extended version of a scene from Twisted Memories? I wrote this up just before the bridge showdown scene in the Big-Oh! RPG. For some reason, I never found the time to post it, though.

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"Adieu."

Each of them fired, just once. Both missed, Alan clearly intentionally and Vera by a foolish miscalculation -- or could it have been that Alan had tilted his head just slightly? -- the bullets impacting the respective walls behind the two.

There was a pause.

Vera was the first to move, strafing to the left as Alan calmly fired off two more shots from his Luger; they missed as well. She leapt onto one of the piles of debris next to her, and then to another, moving closer to him and never stopping long enough for either Alan to draw a bead on her or for the remains of the demolished walls to collapse under her feet.

She dropped lightly into a crouching position on the ground a few feet away from him, pulling out her whip in the same movement and snapping it towards his chest. Alan jumped back to dodge it, reaching out with his cybernetic hand and taking hold of the tip. Before he could do anything, though, Vera was on him, lashing out with the butt of her pistol at his face.

Alan released his grip and flew into the air, flipping over her; an unwise move, as Vera swung the whip back around, wrapping it tightly around his human wrist and slamming him face-first into the concrete. Vera strolled toward his unmoving body, lifting her right foot up to stomp onto his back. Suddenly, Alan spun his entire body around, kicking her left leg out from under her. Vera toppled over, but managed to twist herself in mid-fall so that she would be able to roll back, away from the cyborg, before he could attack again. In a fraction of a second, though, he'd done just what she'd intended to do, pressing down on her stomach with his sharply heeled shoe. Alan ground it in, forcing Vera to clench her teeth together to keep from crying out.

He made a "tsk" sound, waving the tip of his gun back and forth in the air, that infernal smirk never leaving his face despite the fact that he had a thick trail of blood flowing down the left side of his face.

"Now, now." Alan admonished in a mocking tone, "I'm not going to die just yet." Vera glared back at him.

"What is it that you are after?" she asked, studying him closely. There was nothing in his expression. "Have you become just like Angel? Satisfied with this city, and leaving your comrades to rot? Just to live here contentedly? Is that what you want?" Alan shook his head, leveling his Luger at her head. A wide grin spread across his face.

"I want to kill him."

The gunshot echoed for miles.

One note before I type my latest O scene. This thread can be a very slow one for awhile before it begins to pick up again. That's weird. One forum called the "FanFictiion forum" has been very slow to dead and one called "CastleGrayskull.org" has been nearly dead for months. I've been the only one who has typed up She-Ra stories to keep it hopeful.
Gosh, that's sort of sad. If you create a site woth a message forum, visit it often like I do.

Anyway, here's my latest Big O scene. It may be short.

"DOROTHY'S PAIL OF OIL. WHAT TO DO?"
by BigRoomA

Miss Wayneright was bored from the lack of activity that has been widespread throughout Paradigm City since Roger Smith manhandled the latest Big invasion. What was it do you ask? Well, last week. Mr.Smith encountered a decent sized invasion of Bigs being lead once again and yet again by the Rosewaters'. We all know that both Alex and Gordon Rosewater have died since the ultimate battle took place between Big O and Big Venus. Big Venus was piloted by Angel.
Since then, Angel got married to Roger and Norman died of natural causes.
Dorothy decided to go to the nearest oil shop and pick up a big can of the lubricant.

"One jumbo can of oil please." Dorothy said.
"What was that again, young lady?" The clerk replied.
"One can of jumbo sized oil. Please."
"Ok? It's very heavy."
"How heavy?"
"Thirty pounds."
"Thank you, sir."
Dorothy paid the man and left the location where she bought the oil. As she was leaving, the clerk couldn't help noticing and was awed by the way Dorothy was easily carrying the thirty pounds of oil. How could a girl of her height carry a heany can of oil an X amount of distance?
That's easy silly, she's an android. But, the man who sold her the oil didn't know that.

On her way home, Dorothy was approached by two men who had no idea that she was an android.
"That too heavy for you, beautiful? Why don't I take that off your hands. Hee-hee." The one man in the beard taunts.
"That's OK, I can carry this myself." Dorothy said.
"I insist. Let me....."
Dorothy let the man have it with the thirty pound can of oil. He fell very hard to the concrete and groaned. The other man grew scared and ran like the dickens.
"I told you I can carry it myself. Good day."
Dorothy continued on her way and eventually got to Roger's place. But, there were this time three more men hanging out at the entrance of the doorway. These three wanted to rob Dorothy of the oil.
"What do you three want?" she asked.
"I guess we want whats in the can, missy." The leader said who looked like a bum.
"You don't want to meet bottom end of this can."
"Oh, really? I don't think so, missy. Give that can to me now or die."
The man tried to take the can of oil away and he met a similar fate as he got clocked by her oil can.
"I warned you. But, you just didn't listen."
Dorothy entered the main doors with her can of oil.

Inside, Roger was waiting for her.
"Hi, Dorothy. What's up?" Roger asks.
"Not much. How are you?" Dorothy replied, putting down the thirty-pound can of oil.
"Cool. Did you have any trouble carrying that very heavy can of oil?"
"Not really. It's amazing how much of a workout you get with a thirty pound oil can."
"How so, Dorothy?"
"Ask the men I met on the way who knows first hand what it's like to get clobbered by a thirty pound can of oil."
"That had to hurt." Roger said.
Dorothy turned to him. She expressed a smile.
"I guess it did. Bye, Roger Smith." Dorothy says, then she heads off to bed.

The moral of this story is, don't mess with an android who is carrying a thirty pound can of oil. Ouch!!

Forgive me if this has been done already I was in a pet store and a Idea hit me....

Dorothy (in her room): "Awww look at you pretty one."

Roger (outside door): "Hmm?" *cocks eye brow* *shrugs sholders and walks away*

~~A few days later...(at the breakfast table)

Dorothy: "Aww Norman you should have seen what he did today!!"

Norman: "Ah, very well Ms. Dorothy I told you he would warm up to

you in time."

Roger: "What the heck are you talking about?"

Dorothy: "Nothing dear."

~~The next day *Roger walks by Dorothy's door and listens*

Dorothy: "Now aren't you just gorgous you?"

Norman: "He sure is, isn't he?"

Roger: *eyes widden*

Norman: "I shall return tommrow and check up on you two."

Roger: *thinks* YOU TWO??!!?! Ack!! Dorothy times Norman?!!? *hides*

Norman *leaves the room closes door and heads off to do his dutys*

Roger: *rushes back to the Dorothy's door to listen*

Dorothy: "Awww you always looked so good in yellow my love."

Roger: *Thinking* WTF?!?!?

Norman: *reappears* "Sir? Is something troubleing you?"

Roger: *shocked* "WEll hell yes, there is something defently wrong here Norman!"

Norman: *confussed* "Sir?"

Roger: "NORMAN!" *points at Dorothy's Door* "THIS!! This is all your fault isn't it?!?!"

Norman: *sighs* "Yes Sir, I am terribely sorry..."

Roger: "THATS ALL YOU CAN SAY?!?!"

Norman: *nods* "Iam terribely sorry Sir, she was so lonely... I thought it would help...."

Roger: "LONELY EH?!?! SO GETTING BECK TO DO THAT WOULD FIX IT RIGHT?!?! AND OF CORSE ITS ALL FINE WITH ME?????????"

Norman: *confussed even more* "Sir?"

Roger: "THE CATS OUT OF THE BAG NORMAN!! IAM NOT GOING TO STAND FOR THIS ANYMORE!!!!"

**SMASHH!!!**

*Roger Breaks down Dorothy's door*

Dorothy: "What on earth are you doing Roger?!!?"
Roger: "Huh?"

*Looks up to see Dorothy standing next to a small wooden bird cage with a little brightly coloured yellow canary pearched on her finger*

Canary: "Chirp."

Norman: "Forgive me, Ms. Dorothy I was only trying to explain it to him and I am afriad that he got the wrong impression."

Dorothy: *eyes narrow* "IS THAT SO? Well Mr. Negotiator what WERE you thinking of then?"

Roger: *blushes* "Uhhhh....well...I errr...."

Dorothy: *taps foot* "Iam waiting."

Roger: "Well...when I heard you talking about yellow....I...I thought that you and Beck were ahhh...you know." *sweat drop*

Dorothy: *eyes widden* "YOUR SUCH A LOUSE ROGER SMITH!!"



-END

XD
ROFLMAO!!!

AWESOME @____@

Excellent stuff, my love. This one is like an innuendo.

Kudos, Beth! You rock!