How To Be A Mary Sue

By Tapestry & Various
(malfam@postnet.com)

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How To Be A Mary Sue
Friday, 22-Sep-00 23:29:24
209.96.3.215 writes:

I'm allowed to post this because, hell, I posted the results of most of these mistakes long before most people were even reading fic. ;) Thanks to Persephone Kore, Redhawk and Emspider, who are really way too good at this...

Some words of advice to the young Mary Sues:

"You must have had either a perfectly normal life until manifestation (with the possible exception of having been a bit of a misfit, but apparently that's normal), or -- more commonly -- an incredibly and horrifically eventful one. In either case, it will have no discernible effect on your ability to deal with things."

"Remember, you don't need to worry about the previous relationships of the canon characters. They'll be only too happy to succumb to your wiles after a few swift kicks to the head."

"You want to sound cool, so try using a color, celestial body, or even animal as a first (and maybe even second!) name."

"Be smart, be witty, and above all, talented. After all, no one likes a partypooper."

"When you first enter the scene you want to choose a foil, so find a sufficiently hated character and place him against yourself, therefor making you look bad and him look even worse."

"Distinguishing features are a must to make you stand out from your new teammates, so try to get a few nifty tattoos. If you can't afford them, take a kitchen knife and start slicing. Remember, scars are as good as birthmarks!"

"Looking good is important. You might want to consider acquiring contacts and dying your hair (white is a favorite) before making the scene."

"Learn to giggle and simper. Older males find it endearing."

"Learn martial arts, at least one musical instrument, and if possible a couple of foreign languages. The more special skills you have, the better!"

"Get yourself a gimmick, like a piece of jewelry or an article of clothing you wear constantly. Oh yeah, avoid dresses. They're for sissies."

"Animal friends are ALWAYS fun! Try a small dragon or a hawk for starters -- they're pretty, compact, loyal, and can rip out your opponent's eyes in .5 seconds."

"When shopping around for super powers, I suggest going for telepathy, elemental control, or shape shifting. No one likes a girl who can beat up the team's heavy-hitters. It's unladylike."

"Include at least one trip to the mall in every story. Everyone loves to shop, especially if the cash is unlimited. Remember, Xavier and Frost are LOADED."

"For a costume try a stylish little midriff number, in leather if possible. Or, if you're a Good Girl, try something pink and flowing. Huge boots and tight tops work well together."

"Be sure to include at least one scene in which you A) save a wounded squirrel, B) feed pigeons on french bread, C) help an old guy across the street, or D) all of the above."

"You should have ridiculous amounts of power at your disposal. No one likes a partial transformer, or a weak telepath."

"You really should pick a big-brother figure in one of the team. If you play your cards right, it should be Gambit, and he should call you 'petite' often. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, try Wolverine! If things work out he can be your big-brother figure AND future lover!"

"If you can make male characters fight for your affections, you know you're in the big leagues!"

"If you're a little below average in the looks department, consider plastic surgery. Remember, the optimum bodytype is 'willowy.'"

"In Mary Sue Land no one ever has to put any amount of time into training for their skills. Bonus points if you use telepathy to learn all your arsekicking skills."

"With the proper teachers it should be NO problem to go from total newbie to Master Apprentice of the Secret Arts in the space of a few weeks. If you have to break a sweat you obviously aren't trying hard enough."

"Power is a state of mind. For instance, if you're ever caught in a deep Amazon rainforest, botanopathy is never out of your reach."

"Any physical mutation will only serve to *enhance* your already intense personal beauty and charisma. Wings are always feathery and graceful, claws are always retractable and unnoticeable, and so on and so forth."

"No Mary Sue ever has to study to learn anything! Deep knowledge of hard subjects comes as naturally as breathing!"

"Cash is NEVER an issue. Being independently wealthy is a must!"

"Quantum physics is a breeze: just use your subatomically-finely-honed telekinesis to grasp the difficult theory!"

"It's always dramatic and endearing to FLING your innocent, beautiful self in front of various teammembers, deflecting fatal plasma blasts/bullets/oncoming semitrucks, even if your teammembers are invulnerable or otherwise protected!"

"Remember: though plasma blasts WILL bubble your skin, you will still leave a lovely tragic corpse with your glorious expressive eyes staring toward the sky!"

"Important note -- no matter how innocent you are, a Mary Sue *always* knows just what to do in bed. And never has to worry about unwanted pregnancy, diseases, or anything *bad*!"

"If your intentions are on the raunchy side, remember, just because someone's been shown as straight so far doesn't mean you can't secrete pheromones to make them change your mind!"

"FRIENDS! Mary Sues always have a friend who, while not as clever or as resourceful as she, still fills a useful need now and again."

"Be connected to as many people as you can think of. For example, think of the possibilities for angst when Riptide is your long-lost fourth cousin!"

"When you're kidnaped by Sinister (and we're sure you will be, only to break free a few chapters later, of course!) make sure to include his Lab of Eeeeeville. Every good mad scientist needs a Lab of Eeeeeville. And don't forget to be 'spunky' when confronted with a gloating Mr. Sinister. There is NO un-'spunky' Mary Sue. Don't spit in his face; that's unladylike. But always have a good reserve of great sarcastic insults that make Mr. Sinister nearly see the error of his ways."

"A proper Mary Sue is the master of the comeback, and so persuasive that she can make even Apocalypse see the error of his ways."

"Hardened killers with hundreds of kills to their credit need love too, and they'll always spare a Mary Sue."

"Try to score a journey into space as soon as possible. You'll make valuable connections, and maybe even take the a spaceship for a cruise! (But they pull to the left, so be careful when going into warp.)"

"No matter HOW weird things get, a Mary Sue is never fazed."

"Having an alien lover is a good idea, and often a rewarding experience. Sure, to them humans are freakish pink sacks of goo, but your unique beauty transcends species barriers!"

"Marriage and mental bonds are irrelevant for a Mary Sue (unless of course we don't LIKE Cyclops, in which case he will be constantly epoxied to Jean's side)."

"Remember the magic three: Summers, LeBeau, Lensherr. Any of these men are imminently relatable."

"You should have an explanation ready for any odd behavior, up to and including mass slaughter -- don't worry, the X-Men looove you. They'll listen!"

"If you're male, try to cultivate a Secret Past. That way Gambit and Wolverine will have someone to relate to."

"If you're female, have a Secret Past anyway, with all the people Gambit and Wolverine hate. They'll love you for it. Not like they don't already, but as a Mary Sue, cover all your bases."

This concludes your first session of Mary Sueing for Beginners. I hope everyone has learned a valuable lesson. (Even if it was something as simple as "Don't inhale white-out fumes as a child.")

Tapestry


Re: How To Be A Mary Sue
Saturday, 23-Sep-00 18:12:21
198.209.223.93 writes:

Narrator: One day in Subreality Cafe Land, two people were sitting in the Writers' Cafe. One was of medium height, with multicoloured hair. HER name was Marya. The other was of indeterminate height with dark hair. Her name was Suzy.

They were reading together the message boards of CFAN. And then, Marya spotted something most interesting!

Marya: Yo, Writer.
Suzy: Uhrm?
Marya: Look.
Suzy: "How to Be A Mary Sue..."

Narrator: And so Marya and Suzy sat down and read...

Some words of advice to the young Mary Sues:

Marya: I'm over a thousand, thank you.

"You must have had either a perfectly normal life until manifestation (with the possible exception of having been a bit of a misfit, but apparently that's normal), or -- more commonly -- an incredibly and horrifically eventful one. In either case, it will have no discernible effect on your ability to deal with things."

Marya: Um...I started out complicated.
Suzy: You're a survivor. Of course you don't deal with things.
Marya: Except when I get drunk.

"Remember, you don't need to worry about the previous relationships of the cannon characters. They'll be only too happy to succumb to your wiles after a few swift kicks to the head."

Marya: I have never kicked Scott.
Suzy: He doesn't eat crackers in bed?
Marya: I haven't had the pleasure of finding out... yet. He's still dating Jean.

"You want to sound cool, so try using a color, celestial body, or even animal as a first (and maybe even second!) name."

Marya: Marya Louisa Susanna DeZorga... Miscounting the Marquisiate, and several other things.
Suzy: I did almost name you Robin...

"Be smart, be witty, and above all, talented. After all, no one likes a party pooper."

Marya: I need my sleep.

"When you first enter the scene you want to choose a foil, so find a sufficiently hated character and place him against yourself, therefor making you look bad and him look even worse."

Suzy: Actually, I didn't want to. Lynx made me do it.
Marya: Yes. Right. Uhuh. That's why you made Jean irritating. She couldn't have been that way on her own.

"Distinguishing features are a must to make you stand out from your new teammates, so try to get a few nifty tattoos. If you can't afford them, take a kitchen knife and start slicing. Remember, scars are as good as birthmarks!"

Marya: No.
Suzy: But...
Marya: NO.

"Looking good is important. You might want to consider acquiring contacts and dying your hair (white is a favorite) before making the scene."

Suzy: Does brushing your hair count?
Marya: I think I forgot to do that this morning...

"Learn to giggle and simper. Older males find it endearing."

Marya: Sorry. I haven't giggled since I was three. And I think simpering is something people who are about to die do.

"Learn martial arts, at least one musical instrument, and if possible a couple of foreign languages. The more special skills you have, the better!"

Marya: I'm a thousand years old. The languages I've forgotten aren't even used anymore.
Suzy: Well, except for Poccy.

"Get yourself a gimmick, like a piece of jewelry or an article of clothing you wear constantly. Oh yeah, avoid dresses. They're for sissies."

Marya: Actually...
Suzy: Well, you do have the t-shirt collection.
Marya: Not anymore I don't.
Suzy: Hush.
Marya: And I like dresses...as long as I can fight in them.

"Animal friends are ALWAYS fun! Try a small dragon or a hawk for starters -- they're pretty, compact, loyal, and can rip out your opponent's eyes in .5 seconds."

Marya: Ooh! Dinner!
Suzy: I could give you a cat...

"When shopping around for super powers, I suggest going for telepathy, elemental control, or shape shifting. No one likes a girl who can beat up the team's heavy-hitters. It's unladylike."

Suzy: Erm... Let's see... Telepathy, Telekinesis, healing, a bit of magic... Elemental? Maybe...
Marya: Who knows, I could even shapeshift, if I had to...
Suzy: Of course, no one would ever accuse you of being ladylike.
Marya: Damn right.

"Include at least one trip to the mall in every story. Everyone loves to shop, especially if the cash is unlimited. Remember, Xavier and Frost are LOADED."

Suzy: It was Christmas, after all...
Marya: Frost IS loaded. Little Emma's a smart investor.

"For a costume try a stylish little midriff number, in leather if possible. Or, if you're a Good Girl, try something pink and flowing. Huge boots and tight tops work well together."

Marya: If you even THINK of putting me in that...
Suzy: No midriffs. Promise.
Marya: No pink, either.

"Be sure to include at least one scene in which you A) save a wounded squirrel, B) feed pigeons on french bread, C) help an old guy across the street, or D) all of the above."

Suzy: You save wounded squirrels?
Marya: Possum stew.

"You should have ridiculous amounts of power at your disposal. No one likes a partial transformer, or a weak telepath."

Marya: Nor do they like an insane, power-mad creature destroying their world.

"You really should pick a big-brother figure in one of the team. If you play your cards right, it should be Gambit, and he should call you "petite" often. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, try Wolverine! If things work out he can be your big-brother figure AND future lover!"

Marya: It's not MY fault Meggan dumped me with Remy's family.

"If you can make male characters fight for your affections, you know you're in the big leagues!"

Suzy: Testosterone. Sigh.

"If you're a little below average in the looks department, consider plastic surgery. Remember, the optimum bodytype is 'willowy.'"

Marya: *preens*

"In Mary Sue-land no one ever has to put any amount of time into training for their skills. Bonus points if you use telepathy to learn all your arsekicking skills."

Marya: Um... A. I'm over a thousand. B. I trained at least three years with the castle guards, and then four with Ramirez.

"With the proper teachers it should be NO problem to go from total newbie to Master Apprentice of the Secret Arts in the space of a few weeks. If you have to break a sweat you obviously aren't trying hard enough."

Marya: I repeat: four years.
Suzy: And another hundred or so of good practise.
Marya: Plus, the last nine hundred or so spent staying alive...

"Power is a state of mind. For instance, if you're ever caught in a deep Amazon rainforest, botanopathy is never out of your reach."

Marya: I'm smart. I do one of two things. Eat nothing, or eat only what the other primates do.
Suzy: When were you caught in the Amazon?
Marya: Uh... I'm not allowed to tell.

"Any physical mutation will only serve to _enhance_ your already intense personal beauty and charisma. Wings are always feathery and graceful, claws are always retractable and are unnoticeable, and so on and so forth."

Marya: Not applicable.
Suzy: Well...
Marya: No.

"No Mary Sue ever has to study to learn anything! Deep knowledge of hard subjects comes as naturally as breathing!"

Suzy: So, how was that physics test?
Marya: I flunked.

"Cash is NEVER an issue. Being independently wealthy is a must!"

Marya: I should bloody HOPE I'm independantly wealthy.
Suzy: Emma's smarter.

"Quantum physics is a breeze: just use your subatomically-finely-honed telekinesis to grasp the difficult theory!"

Marya: I'll leave subatomic theory to the people who actually understand it.

"It's always dramatic and endearing to FLING your innocent, beautiful self in front of various team members, deflecting fatal plasma blasts/bullets/oncoming semitrucks, even if your team members are invulnerable or otherwise protected!"

Marya: Like hell. They can bloody well fend for themselves. I have better things to do with my time, like save my OWN skin.

"Remember: though plasma blasts WILL bubble your skin, you will still leave a lovely tragic corpse with your glorious expressive eyes staring toward the sky!"

Suzy: Actually, you looked like a very charred steak.
Marya: Ick.

"Important note -- no matter how innocent you are, a Mary Sue _always_ knows just what to do in bed. And never has to worry about unwanted pregnancy, diseases, or anything _bad_!"

Marya: I'm Immortal, I can't GET pregnant.
Suzy: What about the Phoenix?
Marya: Loki's a God. Do the math.

"If your intentions are on the raunchy side, remember, just because someone's been shown as straight so far doesn't mean you can't secrete pheromones to make them change your mind!"

Marya: Uh...
Suzy: No thanks.

"FRIENDS! Mary Sues always have a friend who, while not as clever or as resourceful as she, still fills a useful need now and again."

Marya: Well, of course they're useful. Duh. It's not like I haven't saved their asses other times, either.
Suzy: And they've saved yours.
Marya: Exactly. There's, ass-exchange, there.

"Be connected to as many people as you can think of: for example, think of the possibilities for angst when Riptide is your long-lost fourth cousin!"

Suzy: Damn, and he's dead, too.
Marya: (as Riptide, singing) Don't cry for me, my Marya...

"When you're kidnaped by Sinister (and we're sure you will be, only to break free a few chapters later, of course!) make sure to include his Lab of Eeeeeville. Every good mad scientist needs a Lab of Eeeeeville. And don't forget to be "spunky" when confronted with a gloating Mr. Sinister. There is NO un-"spunky" Mary Sue. Don't spit in his face; that's unladylike. But always have a good reserve of great sarcastic insults that make Mr. Sinister nearly see the error of his ways."

Marya: Why? It's just easier to kill him and get it over with.
Suzy: Right. Exactly.
Marya: Wait. You're not going to let him kidnap me, are you?
Suzy: Well...
Marya: Don't. You won't like the consequances.

"A proper Mary Sue is the master of the comeback, and so persuasive that she can make even Apocalypse see the error of his ways."

Suzy: Is that why Meggan sent you back in time?
Marya: There is no truth to the rumour that I gave Poccy a wedgie. None at all.

"Hardened killers with hundreds of kills to their credit need love too, and they'll always spare a Mary Sue."

Marya: They didn't, actually. I believe I was very dead the first time I met Creed.

"Try to score a journey into space as soon as possible. You'll make valuable connections, and maybe even take the a spaceship for a cruise! (But they pull to the left, so be careful when going into warp.)"

Marya: (looks suspiciously at Suzy) What are you planning?
Suzy: There is no truth whatsoever that I'm sending you to space. None.
Marya: What's with the page of notes about the Red Dwarf, then?
Suzy: Pure coincidence.

"No matter HOW weird things get, a Mary Sue is never fazed."

Marya: Like hell I'm not.

"Having an alien lover is a good idea, and often a rewarding experience. Sure, to them humans are freakish pink sacks of goo, but your unique beauty transcends species barriers!"

Marya: Okay. Hold it. No offense to the non-humans, but I like Human Males. And that's it. Women are pretty, but not my style.

"Marriage and mental bonds are irrelevant for a Mary Sue (unless of course we don't LIKE Cyclops, in which case he will be constantly epoxied to Jean's side)."

Marya: Oh, I like Scott fine. It's that bitch Jean...
Suzy: I am not killing her.
Marya: Please?
Suzy: No.

"Remember the magic three: Summers, LeBeau, Lensherr. Any of these men are imminently relatable."

Suzy: I am not Brucha.
Marya: Thank God.

"You should have an explanation ready for any odd behavior, up to and including mass slaughter -- don't worry, the X-Men looove you. They'll listen!"

Suzy: So, what'd they say when you accidentally left the window open and rain ruined the Scrabble game?
Marya: I was grounded for a week.

"If you're male, try to cultivate a Secret Past. That way Gambit and Wolverine will have someone to relate to."

Suzy: Er... Right. Good thing you're not male.
Marya: Exactly. Of course, I do have a BIG Past. Most of it isn't secret.
Suzy: Meggan?
Marya: Okay, well, some of it...

"If you're female, have a Secret Past anyway, with all the people Gambit and Wolverine hate. They'll love you for it. Not like they don't already, but as a Mary Sue, cover all your bases."

Marya: I'm still trying to figure out who loves me.
Suzy: Does it matter?
Marya: No.
Suzy: Good.

This concludes your first session of Mary Sueing for Beginners. I hope everyone has learned a valuable lesson. (Even if it was something as simple as "Don't inhale white-out fumes as a child.")

Suzy: I was inhaling marker fumes the other day, but I don't think it counts.
Marya: No comment.
Suzy: Bite me.

Narrator: And then the waitress came over and gave the two a drink.

-=the end=-

Suzy, who really enjoyed this. :)
Suzy DeZorga (suzydezorga@yahoo.com)


Re: How To Be A Mary Sue
Monday, 25-Sep-00 22:07:05
12.74.64.84 writes:

(Micaela peers at her computer screen intently, chin resting on her folded hands. A tall, auburn-haired man walks through a door, holding a drink.)

Tiger: "Whatcha looking at?" (peers over her shoulder)
Micaela: (bats him away) "I'm trying to figure out if you're a Mary Sue or not."
Tiger: (backs away hurridly) "Hey, hey now. Look, I know you aren't the most stable of people under the best circumstances, but I'm not into any kinda cross-dressing..."
Micaela: "Oh, no, it's not like that. It's...oh, just read for yourself." (leans back so he can get a look at the screen)

Some words of advice to the young Mary Sues:

Tiger: "But I'm not Mary Sue!"
Micaela: "That's yet to be determined."

"You must have had either a perfectly normal life until manifestation (with the possible exception of having been a bit of a misfit, but apparently that's normal), or -- more commonly -- an incredibly and horrifically eventful one. In either case, it will have no discernible effect on your ability to deal with things."

Tiger: "...no discernable effect? You mean other than my distressing tendancy to kill anything smaller than me?"

"Remember, you don't need to worry about the previous relationships of the cannon characters. They'll be only too happy to succumb to your wiles after a few swift kicks to the head."

Tiger: "Or after being beaten nearly to death..."
Micaela: (slaps him) "Silence!"

"You want to sound cool, so try using a color, celestial body, or even animal as a first (and maybe even second!) name."

Micaela: "*sigh*, guilty as charged."
Tiger: "Well, at least you didn't name me Ravenhair Nebula Sisterdragon Willow and have me fall in love with Gambit."
Micaela: "True. Fall in love with Gambit? Would that be incest or masturbation?"
Tiger: "There's some stuff we're better off not knowing."

"Be smart, be witty, and above all, talented. After all, no one likes a party pooper."

Tiger: "Oh, I'm talented, all right. Just the stuff I'm good at doesn't usually make good conversation at parties."

"When you first enter the scene you want to choose a foil, so find a sufficiently hated character and place him against yourself, therefor making you look bad and him look even worse."

Tiger: "Well, there's Rogue..."
Micaela: "She was so not your foil, and she deserved everything that she got!"
Tiger: "Pumped up on illegal narcotics, nailed to a wall, her head blown off? Are you sure she's not a foil?"
Micaela: "Of course. If she was your foil you'd have slept with her boyfriend."
Tiger: (shakes head) "There's that masturbation thing again..."

"Distinguishing features are a must to make you stand out from your new teammates, so try to get a few nifty tattoos. If you can't afford them, take a kitchen knife and start slicing. Remember, scars are as good as birthmarks!"

Tiger: (looks pleadingly at Micaela) "Pretty please? One tattoo? It doesn't have to be big. Maybe like a lil' butterfly. Please? I'll be a good boy, I promise..."
Micaela: (shakes head) "Nope. Hey, I gave you black eyes, what more do you want?"

"Looking good is important. You might want to consider acquiring contacts and dying your hair (white is a favorite) before making the scene."

Micaela: "Dye gives you split ends. And stark white hair is too easy to spot when you're sneaking up behind someone in a dark alley. No dice."

"Learn to giggle and simper. Older males find it endearing."

Micaela: (pictures Tiger batting his lashes and camping up his voice). "BWAHAHAHAHA!"
Tiger: (pouts) "What're you laughing at, buttercup?"

"Learn martial arts, at least one musical instrument, and if possible a couple of foreign languages. The more special skills you have, the better!"

Tiger: (to Micaela) "Hey, cher, ya wan' go on down to th' coon-ass jam-bor-ree? I Ga-raun-tee a good time, mon ami!"
Micaela: "Oy vey. Instead of French, howze about Spanish for beginners?"
Tiger: "Mi madre es grande loco."
Micaela: "I heard that! And your accent sucks!"

"Get yourself a gimmick, like a piece of jewelry or an article of clothing you wear constantly. Oh yeah, avoid dresses. They're for sissies."

Tiger: "Yeah, that's it. Let me go put on my mini-skirt and high-heels. And let's not forget the ribbons! I'll look just like one of those anime chicks from Sailor Moon!"
Micaela: (sings) "Fighting evil by moonlight...winning love by daylight...always ready for a real fight...it's the one and only Sailor Tiger..."

"Animal friends are ALWAYS fun! Try a small dragon or a hawk for starters -- they're pretty, compact, loyal, and can rip out your opponent's eyes in .5 seconds."

Tiger: "Only Kitty has a dragon. And after I kill her, I doubt it will like me much."
Micaela: "True."
Tiger: (angrily) "You never want me to make friends, do you?! You never loved me! EVER!" (runs from room in tears)

"When shopping around for super powers, I suggest going for telepathy, elemental control, or shape shifting. No one likes a girl who can beat up the team's heavy-hitters. It's unladylike."

Tiger: "I've never even used my powers."
Micaela: "And god forbid you should ever act unladylike."

"Include at least one trip to the mall in every story. Everyone loves to shop, especially if the cash is unlimited. Remember, Xavier and Frost are LOADED."

Tiger: (feigns flipping hair over shoulder: "And so, like, I sooo totally think that Jono, like, likes me, ya know? And I mean, he is so, like, totally hot even with half a face...oh, do you think Calvin Klein's will have pumps in my size?"

"For a costume try a stylish little midriff number, in leather if possible. Or, if you're a Good Girl, try something pink and flowing. Huge boots and tight tops work well together."

Tiger: "Japheth wears the middrifts and leather. Of course, he's a stripper, so he has to."
Micaela: "Yeah. Though you might look nice in something flowing and pink. It'd go well with your complexion."

"Be sure to include at least one scene in which you A) save a wounded squirrel, B) feed pigeons on french bread, C) help an old guy across the street, or D) all of the above."

Tiger: "Yeah, I'm gonna take time out from my busy homicidal murdering sprees to feed some rats with fuzzy tails. No way."

"You should have ridiculous amounts of power at your disposal. No one likes a partial transformer, or a weak telepath."

Tiger: "One more time: WHEN. AM. I. GOING. TO. USE. MY. POWERS?"
Micaela: "When I want you too."

You really should pick a big-brother figure in one of the team. If you play your cards right, it should be Gambit, and he should call you "petite" often. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, try Wolverine! If things work out he can be your big-brother figure AND future lover!"

Tiger: (reads last two lines) "Eew! No way am I having sex with Wolverine! He gets black fur everywhere!"
Micaela: "But gay sex is so hot though!" (feverishly begins work on Wolverine/Tiger slash fic)

"If you can make male characters fight for your affections, you know you're in the big leagues!"

Tiger: "I can't make them fight for my affections, only their lives. Is that close enough?"

"If you're a little below average in the looks department, consider plastic surgery. Remember, the optimum bodytype is 'willowy.'"

Tiger: "...willowy? What the hell...?"
Micaela: "Naw, you ain't willowy. More like leanly buff."

"In Mary Sue-land no one ever has to put any amount of time into training for their skills. Bonus points if you use telepathy to learn all your arsekicking skills."

Tiger: "Don't have telepathy. And I hate breaking a sweat, so I prefer catching people unawares."
Micaela: "You're so lazy."
Tiger: "Envy is one of the seven deadly sins."
Micaela: "So is sloth."

"With the proper teachers it should be NO problem to go from total newbie to Master Apprentice of the Secret Arts in the space of a few weeks. If you have to break a sweat you obviously aren't trying hard enough."

Tiger: "See above."

"Power is a state of mind. For instance, if you're ever caught in a deep Amazon rainforest, botanopathy is never out of your reach."

Tiger: "Sorry, but I'll leave getting up close and personal with plants to Mantis and Juggernaut, if you don't mind."
Micaela: "Hey, that gives me an idea! (feverishly begins work on Tiger/Black Tom Cassidy slash fic.)

"Any physical mutation will only serve to enhance your already intense personal beauty and charisma. Wings are always feathery and graceful, claws are always retractable and are unnoticeable, and so on and so forth."

Tiger: "I don't have claws, and I can't fly."
Micaela: "Well, there was that time you got drunk and bet Japheth you could fly out a third story window."
Tiger: (hides face in hands) "WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME?"
Micaela: "Stop you?! I bet him ten bucks you'd do it!"

"No Mary Sue ever has to study to learn anything! Deep knowledge of hard subjects comes as naturally as breathing!"

Tiger: "Like tantric sex, right?"
Micaela: "Somehow, I don't think that's what she had in mind."

"Cash is NEVER an issue. Being independently wealthy is a must!"

Tiger: "I don't have a bank account. I just freeload off you."
Micaela: "You owe me sixteen bucks for that pizza you and Japheth ordered last week."
Tiger: (sheepishly reaches into pockets)

"Quantum physics is a breeze: just use your subatomically-finely-honed telekinesis to grasp the difficult theory!"

Tiger: "*sighs* I'd repeat the speech about my powers, but I've done it twice already and even I have standards."

"It's always dramatic and endearing to FLING your innocent, beautiful self in front of various team members, deflecting fatal plasma blasts/bullets/oncoming semitrucks, even if your team members are invulnerable or otherwise protected!"

Tiger: I ain't flinging myself in front of no plasma burst for NOBODY!"
Micaela: (simpers) "Not even me?"
Tiger: "Especially not you."

"Remember: though plasma blasts WILL bubble your skin, you will still leave a lovely tragic corpse with your glorious expressive eyes staring toward the sky!"

Tiger: "Eew. Don't give her no ideas."

"Important note -- no matter how innocent you are, a Mary Sue _always_ knows just what to do in bed. And never has to worry about unwanted pregnancy, diseases, or anything _bad_!"

Tiger: (smiles charmingly, seeing as how inocence is something he has no hope of pulling off)
Micaela: (flings up hands) "I'm not even gonna comment on this one..."

"If your intentions are on the raunchy side, remember, just because someone's been shown as straight so far doesn't mean you can't secrete pheromones to make them change your mind!"

Micaela: "Whew! Now I know how to get you, Logan, and Black Tom in a threesome!"
Tiger: "You wouldn't dare!"

"FRIENDS! Mary Sues always have a friend who, while not as clever or as resourceful as she, still fills a useful need now and again."

Tiger: (sniffles) "I...I don't have no...no friends...and sometimes...sometimes I get so...so lonely... *cries*"
Micaela: (pats him on back and hands him tissue) "There there."

"Be connected to as many people as you can think of: for example, think of the possibilities for angst when Riptide is your long-lost fourth cousin!"

Micaela: "How'd you like to be the longlost, half-fae, cyborg, reincarnation of Dr.Doom's half brother?"
Tiger: "How'd you like a couple extra holes in your head?"

"When you're kidnaped by Sinister (and we're sure you will be, only to break free a few chapters later, of course!) make sure to include his Lab of Eeeeeville. Every good mad scientist needs a Lab of Eeeeeville. And don't forget to be "spunky" when confronted with a gloating Mr. Sinister. There is NO un-"spunky" Mary Sue. Don't spit in his face; that's unladylike. But always have a good reserve of great sarcastic insults that make Mr. Sinister nearly see the error of his ways."

Tiger: "I don't need to be captured, I go willingly. And if he sees the error of his ways, I'm out of a job!"
Micaela: "And 'homicidal murderer with MPD isn't something you can put on a resume."

"A proper Mary Sue is the master of the comeback, and so persuasive that she can make even Apocalypse see the error of his ways."

Tiger: "GROAN. There's that 'error of his ways' nonsense again..."

"Hardened killers with hundreds of kills to their credit need love too, and they'll always spare a Mary Sue."

Tiger: "That's it. All I need is love."
Micaela: (sings) "The looooove bo-at, ex-citing and ne-ew! Come on a-board, we are waiting for yo-ou! And looo-ooove!"

"Try to score a journey into space as soon as possible. You'll make valuable connections, and maybe even take the a spaceship for a cruise! (But they pull to the left, so be careful when going into warp.)"

Tiger: "I ain't getting strapped into no glorified tin can attached to a giant firecracker, no sir."
Micaela: (feverishly working on slash fics) "But weightless gay sex is even hotter!"

"No matter HOW weird things get, a Mary Sue is never fazed."

Tiger: "No, I just seem that way when I'm delusional."

"Having an alien lover is a good idea, and often a rewarding experience. Sure, to them humans are freakish pink sacks of goo, but your unique beauty transcends species barriers!"

Micaela: (squeaks in delight) "Ooooh, plot point for my Tiger/Logan/Black Tom weightless-in-space sex romp! Aliens! With tentacles or something, like in those animes!"

"Marriage and mental bonds are irrelevant for a Mary Sue (unless of course we don't LIKE Cyclops, in which case he will be constantly epoxied to Jean's side)."

Tiger: "Naw, only Cyke's hamstring is epoxied to Jean's side. The rest of him is in Sinister's Lab, or buried in the backyard."

"Remember the magic three: Summers, LeBeau, Lensherr. Any of these men are imminently relatable."

Tiger: "Do I qualify as a relative...?"
Micaela: "I'm not sure--!"

"You should have an explanation ready for any odd behavior, up to and including mass slaughter -- don't worry, the X-Men looove you. They'll listen!"

Tiger: (Laughs hysterically)
Micaela: (Does the same)

"If you're male, try to cultivate a Secret Past. That way Gambit and Wolverine will have someone to relate to."

Tiger: "Sure. 'Cept my past ain't secret anymore."

"If you're female, have a Secret Past anyway, with all the people Gambit and Wolverine hate. They'll love you for it. Not like they don't already, but as a Mary Sue, cover all your bases."

Tiger: "Ain't happening, baring a sex change operation."
Micaela: "That can be arranged."

This concludes your first session of Mary Sueing for Beginners. I hope everyone has learned a valuable lesson. (Even if it was something as simple as "Don't inhale white-out fumes as a child.")

Tiger: "...'Don't inhale whiteout?' Too late."
Micaela: "Ya know, that would explain a lot about you."

***THE END



Micaela


Kielle: (brightly) Hi! Don't be fooled by the name -- I'm the real Kielle, the one the writer took her handle from way-back-when. She can't join us right now. Please ignore the thumping sounds from the closet. Wow, what a treat! We've got not one but THREE of Kelly's Mary Sues here today! I'm the original -- the immortal shapeshifting telepathic interdimensional traveller. Hi. This is T'jiri T'kiya--
T'jiri: (waves) I'm an ass-kicking mutant telepathic counselor/security chief from the Star Trek universe. She roleplayed me for over ten years, including through a full-length pregnancy. Scary, huh?
Kielle: And this is Jessie, of roleplaying, original novel, AND Subreality Muse fame.
Jessie: Goddamn it, woman, I am NOT a #&$@ing Mary Sue!
Kielle: Be quiet, dear. Now, let's take a look at this...

"You must have had either a perfectly normal life until manifestation (with the possible exception of having been a bit of a misfit, but apparently that's normal), or -- more commonly -- an incredibly and horrifically eventful one. In either case, it will have no discernible effect on your ability to deal with things."

(all exchange glances)
Jessie: Okay, I know I had it really rough, but honestly: IS there such a thing as a a normal childhood?
T'jiri: Ummm...I sorta had one, until my mom went back to the future and I joined Starfleet at sixteen...
Jessie: Shut up, Writer's Pet.

"Remember, you don't need to worry about the previous relationships of the cannon characters. They'll be only too happy to succumb to your wiles after a few swift kicks to the head."

Kielle: Hey, I didn't need to kick 'em. They wouldn't turn away a poor widdle injured amnesiac, now would they?
(T'jiri and Jessie make loud retching noises)

"You want to sound cool, so try using a color, celestial body, or even animal as a first (and maybe even second!) name."

Jessie: Or lots of random apostrophes, or an alternate version of your writer's name.
T'jiri: HEY!
Kielle: Oh, suck it up and admit it. I do.

"Be smart, be witty, and above all, talented. After all, no one likes a party pooper."

T'jiri: Wow, Jessie, you're clear on all three counts!
Jessie: I know where you live.

"When you first enter the scene you want to choose a foil, so find a sufficiently hated character and place him against yourself, therefor making you look bad and him look even worse."

(momentary huddled comparing of notes)
Kielle: Does making existing non-canon characters look like raving adulterous wife-beating maniacs count?
T'jiri: You leave Sorian out of this. At least my husbands survive, you black widow.
Kielle: T'rek was a great plotpoint. Mortals have their uses -- I got at least three angstfics out of the deal.

"Distinguishing features are a must to make you stand out from your new teammates, so try to get a few nifty tattoos. If you can't afford them, take a kitchen knife and start slicing. Remember, scars are as good as birthmarks!"

T'jiri: (points at her arm) Got the tattoo!
Kielle: (points at her palm) Got the birthmark!
Jessie: (points behind her ear) Got the scar!
(all three flash a "Mentos!" thumbs-up-and-wink at the camera)

"Looking good is important. You might want to consider acquiring contacts and dying your hair (white is a favorite) before making the scene."

Kielle: Hmmm...sorry, Jessie, but as the only redhead with yellow--
Jessie: Amber! Amber, dammit!
Kielle: --AMBER eyes here, you're stuck with this one.
T'jiri: Blue-eyed brunettes rule.

"Learn to giggle and simper. Older males find it endearing."

T'jiri: Whupping their ass on the holodeck also turns 'em on. Trust me on this one.
Jessie: You're going to be buried in a Y-shaped coffin, do you know that?

"Learn martial arts, at least one musical instrument, and if possible a couple of foreign languages. The more special skills you have, the better!"

(Both stare at Kielle)
Kielle: Look, I had millennia to learn, the hard way. I was on the run. I HAD to learn to fight and communicate. I don't play anything, and I only sing "okay." T'j's the gratuitous "expert gypsy dancer."
T'jiri: (smugly) When ya got it, ya got it. (strikes a pose)

"Get yourself a gimmick, like a piece of jewelry or an article of clothing you wear constantly. Oh yeah, avoid dresses. They're for sissies."

Jessie: Let me tell you, Kielle's a solid mass of souvenirs. I'm amazed she can MOVE, let alone get through metal detectors.
T'jiri: Oh? What about your blaster? Trent told me you sleep with the thing like a teddy bear.
Jessie: That's self-defense. YOU explain the feathers-in-the-hair thing.
T'jiri: My daddy gave those to me!
Jessie: Cute...but you're over thirty now!
T'jiri: Point.

"Animal friends are ALWAYS fun! Try a small dragon or a hawk for starters -- they're pretty, compact, loyal, and can rip out your opponent's eyes in .5 seconds."

T'jiri: I admit to the tribble, but that was a joke...
Kielle: Hey, I ditched the bloody firelizards years ago. Stop staring at me.

"When shopping around for super powers, I suggest going for telepathy, elemental control, or shape shifting. No one likes a girl who can beat up the team's heavy-hitters. It's unladylike."

Kielle: (sulkily) I rather thought only having telepathy made me LESS of a Mary Sue.
T'jiri: Not in my case. Kelly's got a thing for telepathic characters. She even briefly made Jessie an empath once.
Jessie: Oh god, don't remind me! It was just an excuse for migraines and brain surgery, the bitch!

"Include at least one trip to the mall in every story. Everyone loves to shop, especially if the cash is unlimited. Remember, Xavier and Frost are LOADED."

Kielle: I'M loaded.
T'jiri: I live in a money-less society.
Jessie: I hate you both.

"For a costume try a stylish little midriff number, in leather if possible. Or, if you're a Good Girl, try something pink and flowing. Huge boots and tight tops work well together."

T'jiri: And rainbow vests.
Kielle: (huffily) It's my trademark.
T'jiri: Trademark schmademark, you dress like Sarah from frickin' "Labyrinth"!

"Be sure to include at least one scene in which you A) save a wounded squirrel, B) feed pigeons on french bread, C) help an old guy across the street, or D) all of the above."

Jessie: Pigeons taste okay if you roast 'em long enough.
Kielle: I SO didn't need to know that.

"You should have ridiculous amounts of power at your disposal. No one likes a partial transformer, or a weak telepath."

Kielle: Unless you play it for sympathy. "Oh waaah boo-hoo, I'm such a totally amazing telepath but I don't have any shields, so the Psychic Bad Guy Of The Week can beat me alllll up and the cute guy-telepaths gotta save me!"
T'jiri: (through gritted teeth) Yeah. I get it -- that's payback for the bit about the vest.
Kielle: Darn tootin'.

You really should pick a big-brother figure in one of the team. If you play your cards right, it should be Gambit, and he should call you "petite" often. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, try Wolverine! If things work out he can be your big-brother figure AND future lover!"

Jessie: No thanks. I'm not that little slut Rogue.

"If you can make male characters fight for your affections, you know you're in the big leagues!"

Kielle: (quickly) Roleplaying characters belonging to your writer's male friends don't count.
T'jiri: Dang!

"If you're a little below average in the looks department, consider plastic surgery. Remember, the optimum bodytype is 'willowy'."

Kielle: I prefer "rangy." I's gots bones. T'jiri's "willowy."
T'jiri: I am not! I'm too short to be willowy!
Jessie: At least you two don't get slapped with the label "boyish."
Kielle: I've seen her use "coltish."
Jessie: I'm trying to ignore that...

"In Mary Sue-land no one ever has to put any amount of time into training for their skills. Bonus points if you use telepathy to learn all your arsekicking skills."

T'jiri: Or you're just "naturally good."
Jessie: Speak for yourself, DancerGirl--
T'jiri: Oh? What was that, "Sharpshot"?
Kielle: Point goes to the perpetual lieutenant!

"With the proper teachers it should be NO problem to go from total newbie to Master Apprentice of the Secret Arts in the space of a few weeks. If you have to break a sweat you obviously aren't trying hard enough."

Kielle: Naaah, self-taught is better. (preens)
T'jiri: Self-taught like hell! I heard about the unicorns--mmmphhh!
Kielle: Ahhheheheh. She's delirious.
Jessie: UNICORNS?!?
Kielle: My writer was fourteen and horse-crazy! Lay off!

"Power is a state of mind. For instance, if you're ever caught in a deep Amazon rainforest, botanopathy is never out of your reach."

Jessie: (strikes a dramatic pose) "Father Time! Mother Nature! Hear your daughter's call..."
Kielle: ARRGH! THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID!
(Kielle lunges for Jessie and they both go down in a flailing heap)
T'jiri: Man, you really ARE racking up the Mary Sue points, K.
Kielle: (still pummelling a howling Jessie) And I already admitted to being a Mary Sue, for crissake! At least I'm not in DENIAL like SOME people I could name!
T'jiri: (smugly) I'm retired. I don't give a rats' ass what people think of me.

"Any physical mutation will only serve to _enhance_ your already intense personal beauty and charisma. Wings are always feathery and graceful, claws are always retractable and are unnoticeable, and so on and so forth."

(exchanged glances)
T'jiri: Nope. None here. Extra appendages are such a bother.
Kielle: I know a Mary Sue with retractable fairy wings. Pathetic, really.
Jessie: (muffled) URF! Geddoffameeeee!

"No Mary Sue ever has to study to learn anything! Deep knowledge of hard subjects comes as naturally as breathing!"

(Jessie pops up for air, wheezing and scowling)
T'jiri: Oh hell. Why did you let her up?
Kielle: She was chewing on me. She hasn't had all her shots, you know.

"Cash is NEVER an issue. Being independently wealthy is a must!"

Kielle: *snort* Who needs money when you've got powerful friends and your own planet? I mean honestly.
Jessie: Did I mention that I hate you?

"Quantum physics is a breeze: just use your subatomically-finely-honed telekinesis to grasp the difficult theory!"

(all laugh)
Jessie: Though if I DID have telekinesis...
T'jiri: ...you'd be Carrie II.
Jessie: Of course. (flashes a terrible grin)

"It's always dramatic and endearing to FLING your innocent, beautiful self in front of various team members, deflecting fatal plasma blasts/bullets/oncoming semitrucks, even if your team members are invulnerable or otherwise protected! Remember: though plasma blasts WILL bubble your skin, you will still leave a lovely tragic corpse with your glorious expressive eyes staring toward the sky!"

Kielle: Naaah. Surviving with terrible injuries is far more entertaining in the long run.

"Important note -- no matter how innocent you are, a Mary Sue _always_ knows just what to do in bed. And never has to worry about unwanted pregnancy, diseases, or anything _bad_!"

Jessie: At least *I* never got knocked up by accident.
T'jiri: At least *I'M* not known by name at VD clinics.
Jessie: Ooo, that's a lie!
Kielle: I hate to say it, T'j, but she's right. Who'd want to sleep with the Living Beartrap here?
Jessie: (grumbles under her breath)

"If your intentions are on the raunchy side, remember, just because someone's been shown as straight so far doesn't mean you can't secrete pheromones to make them change your mind!"

Hwntrr: (leaning in) Precisely.
Jessie: Being a gender-swapping Deltan sextoy is called CHEATING! Beat it!

"FRIENDS! Mary Sues always have a friend who, while not as clever or as resourceful as she, still fills a useful need now and again."

Hwntrr: Or having a really rich ex-owner who willed you the company before he died under mysterious circumstances...
Jessie: What part of "beat it" didn't you understand, Dayne?
Hwntrr: You're just bitter because she roleplayed me instead of working on your book.
Jessie: Damn right!
(Hwntrr ducks out again before the mallet connects)

"Be connected to as many people as you can think of: for example, think of the possibilities for angst when Riptide is your long-lost fourth cousin!"

Kielle: For instance, T'j, you're my ten-times-removed granddaughter.
T'jiri: (laughingly imitating Luke) Noooo! That's not true! That's impossible!
Kielle: No, really.
T'jiri: (blink) You're serious? Oh good god...
Jessie: (aside with a broad grin) I heard that Kielle's twin brother is Venger from the D&D cartoon.
Kielle: Ack! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UPPPP!

"When you're kidnaped by Sinister (and we're sure you will be, only to break free a few chapters later, of course!) make sure to include his Lab of Eeeeeville. Every good mad scientist needs a Lab of Eeeeeville. And don't forget to be "spunky" when confronted with a gloating Mr. Sinister.

Jessie: Who's Sinister? Wait a minute, was I supposed to meet this guy so I could sass him? Dammit! I'm behind on my Annoying Villains route!

There is NO un-"spunky" Mary Sue. Don't spit in his face; that's unladylike. But always have a good reserve of great sarcastic insults that make Mr. Sinister nearly see the error of his ways."

T'jiri: I am the Goddess of Spunky, and I'm not ashamed of it, either! (pauses, thinks) Well, before the pregnancy, the torture, the crazy husband, the Vulcan captain with the human name, the interminable soppy "between game" stories, the crappy fanart, the, the, the... (bursts out sobbing)
Kielle: There there, dear. It's okay. Let it out. Roleplaying is a bitch.

"A proper Mary Sue is the master of the comeback, and so persuasive that she can make even Apocalypse see the error of his ways."

Kielle: Well, sure, but there ain't much TO Jessie's character without the snappy-- OW! MY SHIN!
Jessie: Ow, my toe! What are those boots made of?
Kielle: Dunno. Probably wherhide.
Jessie & T'jiri: FANNNNNGIRRRRL!

"Hardened killers with hundreds of kills to their credit need love too, and they'll always spare a Mary Sue."

T'jiri: (muttering) Only because the sicko wanted a bloody MATE...it wasn't fun, believe me...

"Try to score a journey into space as soon as possible. You'll make valuable connections, and maybe even take the a spaceship for a cruise! (But they pull to the left, so be careful when going into warp.)"

T'jiri: No fair! I was born in space!
Kielle: Ditto. Formed from raw interstellar Chaos here.
Jessie: Hey, I HAD to get into space! That planet was a hellhole!

"No matter HOW weird things get, a Mary Sue is never fazed."

All: HELL NO!
Kielle: Between the three of us, we've got over 35 years and two thousand PAGES of torture under our belts!

"Having an alien lover is a good idea, and often a rewarding experience. Sure, to them humans are freakish pink sacks of goo, but your unique beauty transcends species barriers!"

Jessie: Actually, I dated a freakish sack of goo for a while. He/she/it was quite charming.

"Marriage and mental bonds are irrelevant for a Mary Sue (unless of course we don't LIKE Cyclops, in which case he will be constantly epoxied to Jean's side)."

(All three make "eww" faces)
T'jiri: No offense to Cyclops, but in regards to canon characters in general -- no way. I'd rather jump Laersyn's characters.
Jessie: Yeah, constantly.
T'jiri: What? You have two of 'em yourself, and one of them used to be mine! Explain yourself, you little hypocrite!
Kielle: (smugly) Don't look at me -- mine are all originals, I just outlive 'em. It's more convenient that way.
Jessie: *snort* Big words from a woman whose True Love was a frickin' Pernese dragonrider.
Kielle: (blushes red) Okay, that's it. I WILL kill you later.

"Remember the magic three: Summers, LeBeau, Lensherr. Any of these men are imminently relatable."

(T'jiri and Jessie look at Kielle)
Kielle: Sorry, guys, but the closest I got to any of those three was teaching classes for the New Mutants back when Maggie was headmaster. No genes shared.

"You should have an explanation ready for any odd behavior, up to and including mass slaughter -- don't worry, the X-Men looove you. They'll listen!"
"If you're male, try to cultivate a Secret Past. That way Gambit and Wolverine will have someone to relate to."

T'jiri: Hang on a second, let's get a male opinion on this...
(Jessie bolts out then reappears dragging someone behind her. He's male, but looks like more like a middle-aged police officer or gym teacher than a Gary Stu.)
Jessie: Tell 'em, Daithan.
Daithan: What? Look, ladies, I never told anyone else in the game that my wife left me because I sorta, uh, punched her, but that doesn't make me a Mary Sue. It was nobody's business.
Jessie: He has a point. Damn. Does Kelly have any other male characters...?
(Deafening silence)
Kielle: Er. Moving along...

"If you're female, have a Secret Past anyway, with all the people Gambit and Wolverine hate. They'll love you for it. Not like they don't already, but as a Mary Sue, cover all your bases."

(Both stare at Kielle)
Kielle: What? Oh, come on, you two. I do NOT have a secret past.
T'jiri: Let me do my impression of Kielle On A Prime Directive Planet: (throws her arm dramatically over her eyes) Oh do not notice me, friendly natives! I am one of you! Really I am! I am most certainly not an alien, and I'm definitely NOT thousands of years old-- (gets hit in the face with a pillow) MMMPH!

This concludes your first session of Mary Sueing for Beginners. I hope everyone has learned a valuable lesson. (Even if it was something as simple as "Don't inhale white-out fumes as a child.")

T'jiri: Or as an adult.
Kielle: Until next time--
Jessie: Gooooodnight everybody!


Ahem: Due to...um...mental illness the part of Kitarra will be played by Kitarra. The real one.

The curtain open on a dramatically small stage with a lone figure. Since there is no reference, she is of unknown height. There seems to be a muffled thumping coming from beneath the stage. The figure on it seems to be oblivious -- she is holding a piece of paper.

Kitarra: *clearing her throat* Treatise on why I am not a Mary Sue by the REAL KITARRA. *she adjusts a suddenly-appearing pair of glasses*

"You must have had either a perfectly normal life until manifestation (with the possible exception of having been a bit of a misfit, but apparently that's normal), or -- more commonly -- an incredibly and horrifically eventful one. In either case, it will have no discernible effect on your ability to deal with things."

Kitarra: Well, being separated at birth from both parents and twin and being hunted by your own grandfather and everybody else in your family...seems perfectly normal to me! *she kicks the stage to punctuate the word normal, ignoring the muffled bang from below*

"Remember, you don't need to worry about the previous relationships of the canon characters. They'll be only too happy to succumb to your wiles after a few swift kicks to the head."

Kitarra: But...but...sleeping with canon characters is my hobby!

"You want to sound cool, so try using a color, celestial body, or even animal as a first (and maybe even second!) name."

Kitarra: Um...let's not go there. *Thump*

"Be smart, be witty, and above all, talented. After all, no one likes a party pooper."

Kitarra: How about catty, sarcastic and evil? That's fun!

"When you first enter the scene you want to choose a foil, so find a sufficiently hated character and place him against yourself, therefor making you look bad and him look even worse."

Kitarra: If I don't know the combatants I fight on the side of whomever looks like the most fun... *jumping up and down on the stage to muffle the sounds from below* Or the most fun in bed!

"Distinguishing features are a must to make you stand out from your new teammates, so try to get a few nifty tattoos. If you can't afford them, take a kitchen knife and start slicing. Remember, scars are as good as birthmarks!"

Kitarra: *looking down at her body and suddenly trying to cover up everything all at once* Next please...

"Looking good is important. You might want to consider acquiring contacts and dying your hair (white is a favorite) before making the scene."

Kitarra: Bloody sunset bloody red bloody hair. The least she could have done was make it dyable. But *her voice goes shrill* NOOOOOOOOOO it has to be bright bloody red and reject dye. Like I don't bloody glow when I bloody well walk in the room. White would bloody well be an improvement!

"Learn to giggle and simper. Older males find it endearing."

Kitarra: Oh, I can giggle. But it's not the kind of giggle that people find endearing. It's the kind of giggle they usually find on the other end of a really BIG knife. *giggle*

"Learn martial arts, at least one musical instrument, and if possible a couple of foreign languages. The more special skills you have, the better!"

Kitarra: Um...okay. No fair. I HAD to learn martial arts -- EVERYBODY was trying to KILL me. And being a few thousand years old you pick up a few things OK? *Glares meaningfully into the audience* I said: okay?

Audience: Okay. *said in an uncomfortable unnaturally-loud manner of those that are threatened*

"Get yourself a gimmick, like a piece of jewelry or an article of clothing you wear constantly. Oh yeah, avoid dresses. They're for sissies."

Kitarra: *kicks the stage a few times for good measure* What was that about a Sailor fuku?

"Animal friends are ALWAYS fun! Try a small dragon or a hawk for starters -- they're pretty, compact, loyal, and can rip out your opponent's eyes in .5 seconds."

Kitarra: *looks around guility then breathes a sigh of releaf* Well, there are always cats. Cats are nice.

"When shopping around for super powers, I suggest going for telepathy, elemental control, or shapeshifting. No one likes a girl who can beat up the team's heavy-hitters. It's unladylike."

Kitarra: *tumbling around on the stage and doing a few high kicks* Yeah, but beating the crap out of their asses is much more fun. And a reason to slip into their bed when you heal their wounds. *long pause* And there is nothing whatsoever wrong with shapeshifting.

"Include at least one trip to the mall in every story. Everyone loves to shop, especially if the cash is unlimited. Remember, Xavier and Frost are LOADED."

Kitarra: Why shop when you can steal?

"For a costume try a stylish little midriff number, in leather if possible. Or, if you're a Good Girl, try something pink and flowing. Huge boots and tight tops work well together."

Kitarra: My body is a temple...everyone should worship at!

"Be sure to include at least one scene in which you A) save a wounded squirrel, B) feed pigeons on french bread, C) help an old guy across the street, or D) all of the above."

Kitarra: Um...okay, so I like animals.

"You should have ridiculous amounts of power at your disposal. No one likes a partial transformer, or a weak telepath."

Kitarra: Yeah ridiculous amounts of power. Yeah. *Imitating a villain* Ooooh I am so afraid. You are gonna teleport at me. Oooh. So scared. To another universe even. Oh-I-Am-So-Terrified. *End sarcasm* *She then takes out a very large sword and drives it through the stage* Oh...I can heal them. Isn't that great. I can beat the crap out of you and then I can heal you so that I can do it again...GREAAAAAAAAAAT.

"You really should pick a big-brother figure in one of the team. If you play your cards right, it should be Gambit, and he should call you 'petite' often. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, try Wolverine! If things work out he can be your big-brother figure AND future lover!"

Kitarra: Can I collect the whole set?

"If you can make male characters fight for your affections, you know you're in the big leagues!"

Kitarra: Does it count if I fight them?

"If you're a little below average in the looks department, consider plastic surgery. Remember, the optimum bodytype is 'willowy.'"

Kitarra: Well, it's hard to be willowy when you are LESS than five feet tall!

"In Mary Sue-land no one ever has to put any amount of time into training for their skills. Bonus points if you use telepathy to learn all your arsekicking skills."

Kitarra: I train VERY hard for my martial arts skill. I have spent THOUSANDS of years learning techniques. *crosses her arms indignantly*

"With the proper teachers it should be NO problem to go from total newbie to Master Apprentice of the Secret Arts in the space of a few weeks. If you have to break a sweat you obviously aren't trying hard enough."

Kitarra: *still huffing indignantly* See ABOVE.

"Power is a state of mind. For instance, if you're ever caught in a deep Amazon rainforest, botanopathy is never out of your reach."

Kitarra: Well, when you are running for your life you pick up a few things. Okay?

"Any physical mutation will only serve to *enhance* your already intense personal beauty and charisma. Wings are always feathery and graceful, claws are always retractable and are unnoticeable, and so on and so forth."

Kitarra: *sulkily* The ears are from my elven ancestry. They don't count.

"No Mary Sue ever has to study to learn anything! Deep knowledge of hard subjects comes as naturally as breathing!"

Kitarra: Um...yeah. That's what telepathy is for. Look around long enough and SOMEONE will know the answer.

"Cash is NEVER an issue. Being independently wealthy is a must!"

Kitarra: Live long enough and steal enough things and you get wealthy. *shrug* Law of the universe.

"Quantum physics is a breeze: just use your subatomically-finely-honed telekinesis to grasp the difficult theory!"

Kitarra: The only quantum physics I wanna know is how my quark is gonna meet up with his bozon!

"It's always dramatic and endearing to FLING your innocent, beautiful self in front of various team members, deflecting fatal plasma blasts/bullets/oncoming semitrucks, even if your team members are invulnerable or otherwise protected!"

Kitarra: Imortality has its advantages. And there are all those drama points...

"Remember: though plasma blasts WILL bubble your skin, you will still leave a lovely tragic corpse with your glorious expressive eyes staring toward the sky!"

Kitarra: I don't DO dead. Injured: sure. Unconscious: okay. But dead, no.

"Important note -- no matter how innocent you are, a Mary Sue *always* knows just what to do in bed. And never has to worry about unwanted pregnancy, diseases, or anything *bad*!"

Kitarra: Well, a girl's gotta have hobbies...

"If your intentions are on the raunchy side, remember, just because someone's been shown as straight so far doesn't mean you can't secrete pheromones to make them change your mind!"

Kitarra: Heterosexuality is just a frame of mind. And a highly overrated one at that. *long pause* And a temporary one at that if I have any say in the matter.

"FRIENDS! Mary Sues always have a friend who, while not as clever or as resourceful as she, still fills a useful need now and again."

Kitarra: That would mean that I would have to stay in one place long enough to develop friends, now doesn't it! *she twists the sword in the stage*

"Be connected to as many people as you can think of: for example, think of the possibilities for angst when Riptide is your long-lost fourth cousin!"

Kitarra: All my relatives are either dead, sulking, or evil...none of them are human!

"When you're kidnapped by Sinister (and we're sure you will be, only to break free a few chapters later, of course!) make sure to include his Lab of Eeeeeville. Every good mad scientist needs a Lab of Eeeeeville.

Kitarra: Doesn't EVERYONE? *looks around innocently* What?

"And don't forget to be 'spunky' when confronted with a gloating Mr. Sinister. There is NO un-'spunky' Mary Sue. Don't spit in his face; that's unladylike. But always have a good reserve of great sarcastic insults that make Mr. Sinister nearly see the error of his ways."

Kitarra: There is another "s" word I would use but spunky wouldn't be it. Sinister has a nice ass, you know.

"A proper Mary Sue is the master of the comeback, and so persuasive that she can make even Apocalypse see the error of his ways."

Kitarra: You would be amazed how persuasive a really large sword is.

"Hardened killers with hundreds of kills to their credit need love too, and they'll always spare a Mary Sue."

Kitarra: I AM the hardened killer. *Her glower turns into a mischievious smile* But I'll take the free love.

"Try to score a journey into space as soon as possible. You'll make valuable connections, and maybe even take the a spaceship for a cruise! (But they pull to the left, so be careful when going into warp.)"

Kitarra: Who needs spaceships when you can teleport? Faster and not quite as boring.

"No matter HOW weird things get, a Mary Sue is never fazed."

Kitarra: Let's see what fazes you after a few millennia! *snorts derisively*

"Having an alien lover is a good idea, and often a rewarding experience. Sure, to them humans are freakish pink sacks of goo, but your unique beauty transcends species barriers!"

Kitarra: Humans are the aliens to me. And while they may be pinkish sacks of goo, some of them are pinkish sacks of goo with nice asses.

"Marriage and mental bonds are irrelevant for a Mary Sue (unless of course we don't LIKE Cyclops, in which case he will be constantly epoxied to Jean's side)."

Kitarra: Well, she doesn't HAVE to know. Heck, HE doesn't have to know.

"Remember the magic three: Summers, LeBeau, Lensherr. Any of these men are imminently relatable."

Kitarra: Oh, you said RELATABLE...

"You should have an explanation ready for any odd behavior, up to and including mass slaughter -- don't worry, the X-Men looove you. They'll listen!"

Kitarra: Odd behaviors...? Oh, you mean the "acting normal" part...well, I can't be ON all the time.

"If you're male, try to cultivate a Secret Past. That way Gambit and Wolverine will have someone to relate to."

Kitarra: *looks down over her breasts and hips* Nothing male there.

"If you're female, have a Secret Past anyway, with all the people Gambit and Wolverine hate. They'll love you for it. Not like they don't already, but as a Mary Sue, cover all your bases."

Kitarra: Hey, some of my past is so secret *I* don't even know it.

"This concludes your first session of Mary Sueing for Beginners. I hope everyone has learned a valuable lesson. (Even if it was something as simple as "Don't inhale white-out fumes as a child.")

Kitarra: *pulls up a trap door in the stage and pulls out her writer, who has been bound, gagged, and beaten to a bloody pulp* Is that what happened to me? You were sniffing white-out?

*She dumps her writer on the stage and looks out into the audience and takes a bow -- there is thunderous applause*

Kitarra: So as you can see, dear audience, I am NOT a Mary Sue -- am I?

*There is a loud raucous "NO" from the audience...some of it sounds like it's on the edge of panic*

Kitarra: I thought you might see it my way.

*She bows and leaves the stage, the lights coming on in the theater. Every audience member is strapped to a chair with a large nasty-looking knife hanging over them and an explosive charge under them...*


Re: How To Be A Mary Sue
Wednesday, 27-Sep-00 12:25:38
209.64.64.39 writes:

ALARA: All right. Time to pony up. Let's see once and for all if you qualify.
MARGARET: This has nothing to do with qualifying for being a Mary Sue. This is just advice on being one. It proves nothing.
ALARA: Semantics.

ADVICE: "You must have had either a perfectly normal life until manifestation (with the possible exception of having been a bit of a misfit, but apparently that's normal), or -- more commonly -- an incredibly and horrifically eventful one. In either case, it will have no discernible effect on your ability to deal with things."

MARGARET: Okay. You got me.
ALARA: Abuse victim, accidentally murdered your parents at first manifestation...yeah, I'd say that qualifies as fairly horrific.
MARGARET: I think I deal with things fairly well.
ALARA: Well, once you got over being a teenage psycho killer.

ADVICE: "Remember, you don't need to worry about the previous relationships of the canon characters. They'll be only too happy to succumb to your wiles after a few swift kicks to the head."

MARGARET: I only wish.
ALARA: You haven't even told him that you want him yet, how are you supposed to get him in a relationship?
MARGARET: It wouldn't be ethical! He's my patient!
ALARA: Yeah, right. Creating clones is ethical, but dating your patient is not.
MARGARET: Sure.

ADVICE: "You want to sound cool, so try using a color, celestial body, or even animal as a first (and maybe even second!) name."

MARGARET: Damn, missed that one.
ALARA: You don't even have an animal, color or celestial body as a codename.
MARGARET: No. Margaret Santoro, Meg Santoro, Megamorph, Dr. Mystery...all boring. I missed the boat on that one.

ADVICE: "Be smart, be witty, and above all, talented. After all, no one likes a party pooper."

MARGARET: I'm very talented. And smart. And witty.
ALARA: Yet no one but Magneto likes you.
MARGARET: Hardly seems fair.
ALARA: Maybe you shouldn't have blackmailed Charles Xavier. Or told Joseph he was a worthless piece of protoplasm. Or tried to kill Rogue.
MARGARET: I didn't try to kill Rogue. I was bluffing. If I try to kill people, I succeed.

ADVICE: "When you first enter the scene you want to choose a foil, so find a sufficiently hated character and place him against yourself, therefor making you look bad and him look even worse."

MARGARET: Charles Xavier?
ALARA: I don't hate him.
MARGARET: Gambit?
ALARA: No one but me hates him.
MARGARET: Joseph?
ALARA: The whole point of the story is people are supposed to like Joseph, not hate him.
MARGARET: Damn. Missed again.

ADVICE: "Distinguishing features are a must to make you stand out from your new teammates, so try to get a few nifty tattoos. If you can't afford them, take a kitchen knife and start slicing. Remember, scars are as good as birthmarks!"

MARGARET: I'm a shapeshifter whose normal form is a short redhead that looks like a cross between Mary Lou Retton and Gillian Anderson, but I choose to go around with gold skin and purple eyes. Does that count?
ALARA: Yes.

ADVICE: "Looking good is important. You might want to consider acquiring contacts and dying your hair (white is a favorite) before making the scene."

MARGARET: Who needs contacts and dye when you have total control of your own biological tissue?

ADVICE: "Learn to giggle and simper. Older males find it endearing."

MARGARET: Um, no. Not even when I was a teenager.
ALARA: Yeah, when you were a teenager you would threaten to graft their balls to their noses more likely than giggle and simper at them.

ADVICE: "Learn martial arts, at least one musical instrument, and if possible a couple of foreign languages. The more special skills you have, the better!"

MARGARET: Martial arts: check. Dance: check. Music: does singing count? I can't play any instruments.
ALARA: Do you know any foreign languages?
MARGARET: I can say "Your mother" in Italian.
ALARA: Swearing in foreign languages doesn't count. I don't think.

ADVICE: "Get yourself a gimmick, like a piece of jewelry or an article of clothing you wear constantly. Oh yeah, avoid dresses. They're for sissies."

MARGARET: And very drafty when you jump over people's heads and land behind them to grab their heads from behind and make them explode.
ALARA: Have you done that recently?
MARGARET: Not in a dress.
ALARA: What about the item of clothing? Does it count that you only wear organic materials?
MARGARET: That's part of my power, doofus. If it was nylon, I wouldn't be able to shapeshift it.
ALARA: It's really not advisable to call your creator a doofus when she hasn't finished the story you're in.
MARGARET: My bad.

ADVICE: "Animal friends are ALWAYS fun! Try a small dragon or a hawk for starters -- they're pretty, compact, loyal, and can rip out your opponent's eyes in .5 seconds."

MARGARET: Does my flying cat count?
ALARA: The flying cat doesn't fly in combat, does she?
MARGARET: She doesn't actually fly very well at all. Cats don't seem to be wired to adapt to having wings very well. I did a lot better with the bird with the body of a bunny rabbit; it digs marvelously.
ALARA: So she doesn't count.
MARGARET: I leave them at home, mostly.

ADVICE: "When shopping around for super powers, I suggest going for telepathy, elemental control, or shapeshifting. No one likes a girl who can beat up the team's heavy-hitters. It's unladylike."

MARGARET: Got the shapeshifting, but I can still beat up everyone.
ALARA: Except for Colossus.
MARGARET: Metal sucks.

ADVICE: "Include at least one trip to the mall in every story. Everyone loves to shop, especially if the cash is unlimited. Remember, Xavier and Frost are LOADED."

MARGARET: Does getting Magnus to take me out to dinner count?
ALARA: Yes.

ADVICE: "For a costume try a stylish little midriff number, in leather if possible. Or, if you're a Good Girl, try something pink and flowing. Huge boots and tight tops work well together."

MARGARET: Um. Cotton bodysuit, exposes hands and feet, shifts to leather if I need the protection... Do I have a costume anymore? I was 16 when I wore that stuff.
ALARA: You have a lab coat now. But it's still cotton. And now you wear shoes, but they're leather with wooden soles and catgut stitches.
MARGARET: Not much of a costume, though.
ALARA: You're Dr. Mystery, not Bimbette the Gen-Xer.
MARGARET: Good point.

ADVICE: "Be sure to include at least one scene in which you A) save a wounded squirrel, B) feed pigeons on french bread, C) help an old guy across the street, or D) all of the above."

MARGARET: Would it count if I altered the wounded squirrel to be superhumanly fast?
ALARA: No.
MARGARET: I saved a wounded clone. And I healed Callisto of the Legacy Virus.
ALARA: You did that so you could get Marrow to work for you and consent to modification.
MARGARET: Sure. Need insurance in case Natty ever decides I'm a threat. I don't do so good against sniper rifles at a distance, you know.
ALARA: Does Marrow?
MARGARET: Now that I made her bones super-strong, sure.

ADVICE: "You should have ridiculous amounts of power at your disposal. No one likes a partial transformer, or a weak telepath."

MARGARET: That's me all over.
ALARA: You're a twink, you know.
MARGARET: I'm a twink who can still be killed by Colossus. Or napalm. Napalm's not my friend either.
ALARA: Napalm's not most people's friends.

ADVICE: You really should pick a big-brother figure in one of the team. If you play your cards right, it should be Gambit, and he should call you "petite" often. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, try Wolverine! If things work out he can be your big-brother figure AND future lover!"

MARGARET: My big brother figure turned out to be gay. And he was never a member of any superteam.
ALARA: And you killed him, didn't you?
MARGARET: No, you retconned that. Now the government killed him.
ALARA: Does adopting Mystique as your mother count?
MARGARET: Probably.

ADVICE: "If you can make male characters fight for your affections, you know you're in the big leagues!"

MARGARET: No one fights for my affections. They just try to kill me.
ALARA: You did threaten Rogue.
MARGARET: She deserved it.

ADVICE: "If you're a little below average in the looks department, consider plastic surgery. Remember, the optimum bodytype is 'willowy.'"

MARGARET: Screw that. The optimum body type is "Olympic gymnast." Short, no breasts, all muscle.
ALARA: You're a shapeshifter. You could be willowy if you wanted to.
MARGARET: How can you leap over people's heads if you're willowy?
ALARA: Your origin as a Spider-Man villain is showing.
MARGARET: Damn.

ADVICE: "In Mary Sue-land no one ever has to put any amount of time into training for their skills. Bonus points if you use telepathy to learn all your arsekicking skills."

MARGARET: Welll...I didn't put a whole lot into learning how to fight, that's true. But I trained a fuck of a lot to do genetic manipulations and healing work. Fighting comes easy when you can kill with a touch; it's fixing things that's hard.
ALARA: You still should have had some martial arts training.
MARGARET: I'm a Brooklynese Italian. My thing was gymnastics, okay? None of that Oriental crap.
ALARA: It's PC to say Asian.
MARGARET: Look, just because you love the Japanese doesn't mean all your Mary Sues have to.

ADVICE: "With the proper teachers it should be NO problem to go from total newbie to Master Apprentice of the Secret Arts in the space of a few weeks. If you have to break a sweat you obviously aren't trying hard enough."

MARGARET: Again: fighting was easy. Learning to manipulate genomes and cure diseases took six years of apprenticeship with Sinister, and if you think that was a cakewalk, you got another think coming.

ADVICE: "Power is a state of mind. For instance, if you're ever caught in a deep Amazon rainforest, botanopathy is never out of your reach."

MARGARET: At least, if you were smart enough to store a sample of a botanopath's tissue under your skin so that you can temporarily adopt the power...what the hell do I need to be a botanopath for?
ALARA: Imagine you're on the moon instead. It'd be nice to be able to channel, say, putting up forcefields.
MARGARET: Good point.

ADVICE: "Any physical mutation will only serve to enhance your already intense personal beauty and charisma. Wings are always feathery and graceful, claws are always retractable and are unnoticeable, and so on and so forth."

MARGARET: Gold skin and purple eyes always look irresistably cool.
ALARA: Having just seen the X-Men movie, I think you just look weird.
MARGARET: Poo on you.

ADVICE: "No Mary Sue ever has to study to learn anything! Deep knowledge of hard subjects comes as naturally as breathing!"

MARGARET: Nope.

"Cash is NEVER an issue. Being independently wealthy is a must!"

MARGARET: Can I help it if all these fabulously rich idiots want me to cure their skin cancer, or whatever?
ALARA: I don't know how you avoid the IRS.
MARGARET: I steal social security numbers. My own's sort of taken, you know.

ADVICE: "Quantum physics is a breeze: just use your subatomically-finely-honed telekinesis to grasp the difficult theory!"

MARGARET: I don't get quantum physics.
ALARA: I think in your case it would be the ease with which you learned medicine.
MARGARET: You think studying under Sinister is easy?
ALARA: Hey, I got a C in organic chemistry. You make hydrocarbons for fun.
MARGARET: Okay, okay.

ADVICE: "It's always dramatic and endearing to FLING your innocent, beautiful self in front of various team members, deflecting fatal plasma blasts/bullets/oncoming semitrucks, even if your team members are invulnerable or otherwise protected!
"Remember: though plasma blasts WILL bubble your skin, you will still leave a lovely tragic corpse with your glorious expressive eyes staring toward the sky!"

MARGARET: Uh, no.
ALARA: Not even if it was Magneto?
MARGARET: Anything that can kill me, he can protect himself a lot better than I can.

ADVICE: "Important note -- no matter how innocent you are, a Mary Sue always knows just what to do in bed. And never has to worry about unwanted pregnancy, diseases, or anything bad!
"If your intentions are on the raunchy side, remember, just because someone's been shown as straight so far doesn't mean you can't secrete pheromones to make them change your mind!"

MARGARET: This is true. Being in total control of your own and other people's biology means never being a bad lay. Unless you want to be.
ALARA: I thought the Magnus in your world got pissed with you for stimulating his pleasure centers.
MARGARET: Yeah, and I quit doing it, but being able to read nervous systems, you can be fantastic in bed without it.
ALARA: What about the straight part?
MARGARET: There just aren't that many women I want to seduce, and most of them are bi.

ADVICE: "FRIENDS! Mary Sues always have a friend who, while not as clever or as resourceful as she, still fills a useful need now and again."

MARGARET: I have no friends. I have minions and allies, no friends.
ALARA: What about Magnus?
MARGARET: Well, okay, but he qualifies as clever and resourceful, too.

ADVICE: "Be connected to as many people as you can think of: for example, think of the possibilities for angst when Riptide is your long-lost fourth cousin!"

MARGARET: I'm not related to anybody.
ALARA: You trained under Mystique as a foster daughter and then left her to go work with Sinister as an assistant. Later you shacked up with Magneto. Since then you've come to the past, healed our Magneto, and created Joseph. If you're not related to anyone it's only by the semantics of "related" meaning "by blood"-- you have connections to lots of people.
MARGARET: Okay, okay.

ADVICE: "When you're kidnaped by Sinister (and we're sure you will be, only to break free a few chapters later, of course!) make sure to include his Lab of Eeeeeville. Every good mad scientist needs a Lab of Eeeeeville. And don't forget to be 'spunky' when confronted with a gloating Mr. Sinister. There is NO un-'spunky' Mary Sue. Don't spit in his face; that's unladylike. But always have a good reserve of great sarcastic insults that make Mr. Sinister nearly see the error of his ways."

MARGARET: Well, I have plenty of sarcastic comments to make to Nat--
ALARA: Like calling him Nat just to piss him off--
MARGARET: --but that's when we go dancing and talk shop and stuff. And he does not have a Lab of Eeeeevil.
ALARA: Of course, this coming form the woman who grafts wings on her cats.
MARGARET: Just one cat. The other cat is fluorescent.

ADVICE: "A proper Mary Sue is the master of the comeback, and so persuasive that she can make even Apocalypse see the error of his ways."

MARGARET: The best I've done so far is blackmail the government into trying Chuckles for his crimes rather than disappearing him.
ALARA: That backfired pretty badly.
MARGARET: Magnus wasn't supposed to show up and take the blame!

ADVICE: "Hardened killers with hundreds of kills to their credit need love too, and they'll always spare a Mary Sue."

MARGARET: Generally because I can kill most of them before they could kill me, and they know it.
ALARA: What about Scalphunter? You don't like sniper rifles.
MARGARET: Working on it.

ADVICE: "Try to score a journey into space as soon as possible. You'll make valuable connections, and maybe even take the a spaceship for a cruise! (But they pull to the left, so be careful when going into warp.)"

MARGARET: Does Attilan count?
ALARA: Yeah.

ADVICE: "No matter HOW weird things get, a Mary Sue is never fazed."

ALARA: So, were you fazed when Celia blew up your planet and you were flung through a temporal wormhole into an alternate past?
MARGARET: Fuck yes. I holed up in an alley, ate rats and cried for a month.

ADVICE: "Having an alien lover is a good idea, and often a rewarding experience. Sure, to them humans are freakish pink sacks of goo, but your unique beauty transcends species barriers!
"Marriage and mental bonds are irrelevant for a Mary Sue (unless of course we don't LIKE Cyclops, in which case he will be constantly epoxied to Jean's side).
"Remember the magic three: Summers, LeBeau, Lensherr. Any of these men are imminently relatable."

MARGARET: Well, I've never had sex with an alien and I don't go for married men, and if I was related to Magnus it would be hard to get him into bed, wouldn't it?
ALARA: You're already making it hard on yourself.
MARGARET: Just wait till he's not my patient anymore.

ADVICE: "You should have an explanation ready for any odd behavior, up to and including mass slaughter -- don't worry, the X-Men looove you. They'll listen!"

MARGARET: The X-Men never listen to me. Even when I do things like fix Xavier's spine, they think I have some evil ulterior motive.
ALARA: Because you do.
MARGARET: They don't know that.
ALARA: They can guess.

ADVICE: "If you're male, try to cultivate a Secret Past. That way Gambit and Wolverine will have someone to relate to.
"If you're female, have a Secret Past anyway, with all the people Gambit and Wolverine hate. They'll love you for it. Not like they don't already, but as a Mary Sue, cover all your bases."

MARGARET: My code name is Dr. Mystery. Of course I have a secret past!
ALARA: And yet Gambit and Wolverine want you dead.
MARGARET: No accounting for taste.

Margaret Santoro and Alara Rogers (alara@mindspring.com)


Hey, this looks like fun...
Thursday, 28-Sep-00 01:19:52
207.161.125.189 writes:

Some words of advice to the young Mary Sues:

Lynxius: (looks up annoyed) What the heck is this?
Morriden: We're being given lessons on Mary-Sueism. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the fact he isn't actively hurting us.
Thomas: Gah, at least you two have more then minor appearences.

"You must have had either a perfectly normal life until manifestation (with the possible exception of having been a bit of a misfit, but apparently that's normal), or -- more commonly -- an incredibly and horrifically eventful one. In either case, it will have no discernible effect on your ability to deal with things."

Lynxius: Uh...I commited suicide. This has to mean something.
Thomas: *cough*dragqueen*cough*
Lynxius: For your own safety, I'm going to ignore that you said that.
Morriden: Deals with situations well... Hey, is constant panic and neurosis signs of dealing well with things?
Thomas: Yeah.
Lynxius: Sounds right to me.
Morriden: Just checking.

"Remember, you don't need to worry about the previous relationships of the canon characters. They'll be only too happy to succumb to your wiles after a few swift kicks to the head."

Morriden: As I recall, I was the one who got the swift kicks to the head. Or at least, I got the head injury. Same difference.
Lynxius: ...I have never met a canon character.
Thomas: You mean I can hurt them? *perk*

"You want to sound cool, so try using a color, celestial body, or even animal as a first (and maybe even second!) name."

(both look at Lynxius)
Lynxius: WHAT?
Both: Oh, nothing.

"Be smart, be witty, and above all, talented. After all, no one likes a party pooper."

Lynxius: Talented, talented. I'm very good with dissections and embalming.
Thomas: Eeeew.

"When you first enter the scene you want to choose a foil, so find a sufficiently hated character and place him against yourself, therefor making you look bad and him look even worse."

Morriden: I admit to nothing, nothing I say!

"Distinguishing features are a must to make you stand out from your new teammates, so try to get a few nifty tattoos. If you can't afford them, take a kitchen knife and start slicing. Remember, scars are as good as birthmarks!"

Lynxius: Omega thingie on forehead.
Morriden: I'm covered in rock scales.
Thomas: Blind eye. I win.

"Looking good is important. You might want to consider acquiring contacts and dying your hair (white is a favorite) before making the scene."

Lynxius: Yes, which is why we all make sure to use cover-girl makeup!
Thomas: Did not need to know that...

"Learn to giggle and simper. Older males find it endearing."

Thomas: Thank you, but I don't want older males chasing after me
Lynxius: Even with something other then maiming you on their minds?
Morriden: What the heck are you two into?

"Learn martial arts, at least one musical instrument, and if possible a couple of foreign languages. The more special skills you have, the better!"

Lynxius: I'm three thousand years old, cut me some slack.
Thomas: Uh...I can speak a foreign language. I call it "English."
Lynxius: And even that you don't do so well...
Morriden: *looks over the list* I've got people skills. A very rare thing, I'm being led to believe.
Thomas: *eyes Morriden* Silence, mortal mutant.
Morriden: *eyes right back* Do not make me throw popcorn at you

"Get yourself a gimmick, like a piece of jewelry or an article of clothing you wear constantly. Oh yeah, avoid dresses. They're for sissies."

Lynxius: (on his chair) They are not!
Morriden: Yeah, nothing like a dress to show just how much a male you are
Thomas: And the designs they come in! *swoon*
Lynxius: ...
Morriden: Thomas, you are so odd
Thomas: What? You two were doing the same thing!
Morriden: (to Lynxius) It's always the mind that's the first to go...

"Animal friends are ALWAYS fun! Try a small dragon or a hawk for starters -- they're pretty, compact, loyal, and can rip out your opponent's eyes in .5 seconds."

*looks at Thomas*
Thomas: It is not a pet! It's an obligation! And it is so not loyal, or useful in a fight.
Lynxius: Suuure. People always say that about small dragons.
Morriden: I want a little animal friend. Something cute, that I can use to distract Justin.
Thomas: My brother, stay away.
Morriden: I have much better uses for him, thank you very much. *looks prim*
Thomas: Bad images... *covers eyes*

"When shopping around for super powers, I suggest going for telepathy, elemental control, or shape shifting. No one likes a girl who can beat up the team's heavy-hitters. It's unladylike."

Lynxius: It just does Not Do to be unladylike.
Thomas: Super powers? I have a lame-ass probability thing. Beta, at that. *growls*
Morriden: I teleport. Nooo, I think we wouldn't stand a chance.
Lynxius: Speak for yourself. Unless one of them can manifest holy water, all I have to do is get a good grip.

"Include at least one trip to the mall in every story. Everyone loves to shop, especially if the cash is unlimited. Remember, Xavier and Frost are LOADED."

Thomas: Yay, now, if I can convince them to let me use any of it.
Morriden: Not on civil terms with any of them.
Lynxius: Who the heck are those people?

"For a costume try a stylish little midriff number, in leather if possible. Or, if you're a Good Girl, try something pink and flowing. Huge boots and tight tops work well together."

Morriden: T-shirt and track pants, that's my uniform.
Thomas: Armour. Plain body armour.
Lynxius: Costume? It's Halloween?

"Be sure to include at least one scene in which you A) save a wounded squirrel, B) feed pigeons on french bread, C) help an old guy across the street, or D) all of the above."

Morriden: What was it a wise woman once said? If you keep feeding the pigeons, all you're going to get is fat pigeons.
Lynxius: Deep and pointless.
Thomas: How many roads must a man walk?
Lynxius: 42, now shut up.

"You should have ridiculous amounts of power at your disposal. No one likes a partial transformer, or a weak telepath."

Morriden: Fear me, or I will show up behind you at embarrassing times!
Thomas: I'll make you lose at the track!
Lynxius: I'll make sure you never get that inheritance!

"You really should pick a big-brother figure in one of the team. If you play your cards right, it should be Gambit, and he should call you 'petite' often. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, try Wolverine! If things work out he can be your big-brother figure AND future lover!"

Thomas: I have big brothers...annoying as hell. And Wolverine is not to my taste.
Lynxius: Can't I have Rogue as a big brother figure?
Morriden: I thought you didn't know anything about these people.
Lynxius: I don't.
Morriden: Then how did you...?
Lynxius: Ask not questions that you cannot handle the answer to, young one.

"If you can make male characters fight for your affections, you know you're in the big leagues!"

Thomas: You know, this is the trouble with looking over a list meant for WOMEN.
Morriden: Just get in touch with your feminine side...
Lynxius: Been there, done that, got the mascara.

"If you're a little below average in the looks department, consider plastic surgery. Remember, the optimum bodytype is 'willowy.'"

Thomas: Scrawny.
Morriden: A muscular thin.
Lynxius: Dead.

"In Mary Sue-land no one ever has to put any amount of time into training for their skills. Bonus points if you use telepathy to learn all your arsekicking skills."

Thomas: I put several hundred years into mine. I still suck at it.
Lynxius: You mean there are other methods beyond just hitting them until they stop moving?
Morriden: People stay and fight?

"With the proper teachers it should be NO problem to go from total newbie to Master Apprentice of the Secret Arts in the space of a few weeks. If you have to break a sweat you obviously aren't trying hard enough."

Lynxius: ...sweat?
Morriden: Where are these lessons? I wish to sign up.
Thomas: *tries to perform something vaguely martial-arts like, and falls on his butt*

"Power is a state of mind. For instance, if you're ever caught in a deep Amazon rainforest, botanopathy is never out of your reach."

Morriden: Not to mention, trees are such conversationalists.
Lynxius: And I cannot think of anything even close to witty to say.
Thomas: Don't eat yellow frogs...

"Any physical mutation will only serve to *enhance* your already intense personal beauty and charisma. Wings are always feathery and graceful, claws are always retractable and are unnoticeable, and so on and so forth."

Morriden: Cool! We have natural beauty!
Lynxius: Bah, had those empowerment seminars taught you nothing?
Thomas: *singing "I Feel Pretty"*

"No Mary Sue ever has to study to learn anything! Deep knowledge of hard subjects comes as naturally as breathing!"

Thomas: My math skills are the only side benefit of my powers. Leave me be.
Lynxius: Doesn't bs-ing work just as well?

"Cash is NEVER an issue. Being independently wealthy is a must!"

Lynxius: Yes, yes it is. Pity I never thought of saving anything!
Thomas: Bitter?
Lynxius: You bet. I want a sound system, darnit.

"Quantum physics is a breeze: just use your subatomically-finely-honed telekinesis to grasp the difficult theory!"

Morriden: Does this mean I can skip those classes?
Lynxius: You're not a telekinetic.
Morriden: Do they know that, however?

"It's always dramatic and endearing to FLING your innocent, beautiful self in front of various team members, deflecting fatal plasma blasts/bullets/oncoming semitrucks, even if your team members are invulnerable or otherwise protected!"

Lynxius: Endearing?
Thomas: Don't mock it...writer boy may make you do it out of spite.
Morriden: Lord knows he's going to do it to you.
Thomas: I don't leap in front of anything. I get shot in the back. Subtle difference.

"Remember: though plasma blasts WILL bubble your skin, you will still leave a lovely tragic corpse with your glorious expressive eyes staring toward the sky!"

Lynxius: And I will be there to charge you for the coffin and funeral services.
Thomas: Glad to see you have your prorities straight.

"Important note -- no matter how innocent you are, a Mary Sue *always* knows just what to do in bed. And never has to worry about unwanted pregnancy, diseases, or anything *bad*!"

Lynxius: Eeew. Sex. Icky
Thomas: Innocence?
Morriden: Sex...gods I miss that

"If your intentions are on the raunchy side, remember, just because someone's been shown as straight so far doesn't mean you can't secrete pheromones to make them change your mind!"

Lynxius: Secrete...pheromones?
Morriden: I thought only insects could do that.
Thomas: Well, you do bug us...
Morriden: That joke is a killing offense. Prepare to suffer.
Lynxius: Boys, boys. Just calm down and save that anger for the writer.

"FRIENDS! Mary Sues always have a friend who, while not as clever or as resourceful as she, still fills a useful need now and again."

Thomas: Nope.
Morriden: I'm the one who plays that role.

"Be connected to as many people as you can think of: for example, think of the possibilities for angst when Riptide is your long-lost fourth cousin!"

Thomas: *sings "I Think I'm A Clone Now"*
Morriden: Riptide? Who's he?
Thomas: Trust me, you don't want to know. You were a Morlock, right?
Morriden: Yes...
Thomas: You definitely don't want to know.

"When you're kidnaped by Sinister (and we're sure you will be, only to break free a few chapters later, of course!) make sure to include his Lab of Eeeeeville. Every good mad scientist needs a Lab of Eeeeeville. And don't forget to be 'spunky' when confronted with a gloating Mr. Sinister. There is NO un-'spunky' Mary Sue. Don't spit in his face; that's unladylike. But always have a good reserve of great sarcastic insults that make Mr. Sinister nearly see the error of his ways."

Thomas: I don't DO spunky.
Morriden: No, you do large werewolves.
Thomas: Quiet.
Lynxius: Who is Mr. Sinister and what would he want with me?
Thomas: Might think you were his long-lost brother.
Lynxius: Just you wait until I'm dead again, you...

"A proper Mary Sue is the master of the comeback, and so persuasive that she can make even Apocalypse see the error of his ways."

Lynxius: Culling is like so wrong, you know.
Thomas: Peace, man, peace.
Morriden: And the meek shall inherit the earth.

"Hardened killers with hundreds of kills to their credit need love too, and they'll always spare a Mary Sue."

Lynxius: That or laugh hysterically right before blowing her head off.

"Try to score a journey into space as soon as possible. You'll make valuable connections, and maybe even take the a spaceship for a cruise! (But they pull to the left, so be careful when going into warp.)"

Morriden: To go where no mutant, zombie, or whatever has gone before!
Thomas: A whatever!?

"No matter HOW weird things get, a Mary Sue is never fazed."

Morriden: Lessee: I faint, I throw up, I get panic attacks, I get badly beaten...
Thomas: Aren't you in charge of a couple of people?
Morriden: Just because I'm the only one it's safe to allow near people.

"Having an alien lover is a good idea, and often a rewarding experience. Sure, to them humans are freakish pink sacks of goo, but your unique beauty transcends species barriers!"

Lynxius: Unique. Yes, that would be the right word for us.
Thomas: We're unique!
Morriden: Just like the rest of the world.

"Marriage and mental bonds are irrelevant for a Mary Sue (unless of course we don't LIKE Cyclops, in which case he will be constantly epoxied to Jean's side)."

Thomas: Yeah, Cyclops is the true focus of my unbridled passion.
Morriden: Tramp! He's mine!

"Remember the magic three: Summers, LeBeau, Lensherr. Any of these men are imminently relatable."

Thomas: No, my family is big enough. I don't want to add them to it.
Morriden: I don't want another family...I'm still dealing with my present one.
Lynxius: These names mean nothing...

"You should have an explanation ready for any odd behavior, up to and including mass slaughter -- don't worry, the X-Men looove you. They'll listen!"

Thomas: The voices told me to do it.
Morriden: It just felt right, you know?
Lynxius: Worship Zorg!

"If you're male, try to cultivate a Secret Past. That way Gambit and Wolverine will have someone to relate to."

Thomas: Ask, I'll tell you what I remember. You may not like it...
Morriden: Secret past? Why would that help them relate?
Lynxius: Cultivate it...you can grow these things?

"If you're female, have a Secret Past anyway, with all the people Gambit and Wolverine hate. They'll love you for it. Not like they don't already, but as a Mary Sue, cover all your bases."

Thomas: Why does that last line seem so dirty?
Lynxius: The person who is writing this is exhausted, and has recently sacrificed his itty bitty mind to the gutter gods.
Morriden: Erk.

"This concludes your first session of Mary Sueing for Beginners. I hope everyone has learned a valuable lesson. (Even if it was something as simple as "Don't inhale white-out fumes as a child.")

Thomas: Yes, inhale highlighter fumes instead.
Rosencrantz: There, now let me sleep! fictives file out*

Rosencrantz (the_mordant_one@hotmail.com)


I'm too curious not to...
Friday, 29-Sep-00 01: 26: 21
209.86.78.197 writes:

*Sit's at the computer with Loki looking over one shoulder, Circe over the other.*

Kitsune: (To Loki) You know, I always used to think you were a Mary Sue, but now I'm not so sure.
Loki: I'm not, I swear!
Circe: But what about me?
Kitsune: Um...Circe, you were a self-insertion. You're almost definitely one.
Circe: (Scowls) Fine, prove it. Loki is so much more a Mary Sue than me. You'll see once you're done.
Loki: (Sticks out his tongue at Circe)

"You must have had either a perfectly normal life until manifestation (with the possible exception of having been a bit of a misfit, but apparently that's normal) , or -- more commonly -- an incredibly and horrifically eventful one. In either case, it will have no discernible effect on your ability to deal with things."

Circe: Hah! Neither. I had a relatively normal life with a few ups and downs and one psycho-obsessive
boyfriend.
Loki: (In a tiny voice) Um...I was an orphan...I lived on the streets...before that I was abused...a lot... (Brightly) But it did screw me up in the head on a permanent basis. I couldn't deal with serious relationships or death at all.

"Remember, you don't need to worry about the previous relationships of the canon characters. They'll be only too happy to succumb to your wiles after a few swift kicks to the head."

Circe: Hmph. I never had to kick him in the head. Besides, he wasn't involved at the time, so it didn't matter.
Loki: (Smugly) Never had a relationship with a canon character.

"You want to sound cool, so try using a color, celestial body, or even animal as a first (and maybe even second!) name."

Kitsune: Um...I think the name of a Norse god or mythical Greek sorceress probably counts.
Both Circe and Loki: Does not!!!
Circe: It wasn't specified, so it doesn't count.
Loki: Besides, my real name was John. Loki was just my decker handle.

"Be smart, be witty, and above all, talented. After all, no one likes a party-pooper."

Kitsune: (Looking at her companions) Well?
Loki: (Sigh)
Circe: Guilty as charged.

"When you first enter the scene you want to choose a foil, so find a sufficiently hated character and place him against yourself, therefor making you look bad and him look even worse."

Loki: My foil was an original character. And it was only because of sexual tension.
Circe: So was mine.
Kitsune: (Shrugs) I don't think it counts then.

"Distinguishing features are a must to make you stand out from your new teammates, so try to get a few nifty tattoos. If you can't afford them, take a kitchen knife and start slicing. Remember, scars are as good as birthmarks!"

Circe: (Wails) But I only have one tattoo. And it's well hidden...
Loki: A tattoo is a tattoo.
Kitsune: I wouldn't talk if I were you, piercing-boy.
Circe: And you're an elf! Now those are some distinguishing features.
Loki: It was a Shadowrun crossover! There are lots of elves in the Shadowrun world.

"Looking good is important. You might want to consider acquiring contacts and dying your hair (white is a favorite) before making the scene."

Kitsune: (Eyeing both of them) Well, Circe, your hair definitely counts.
Circe: (Tugging on a cherry-red strand) But it really is dyed! It's not some weird mutant trait thingie.
Loki: All the more reason.
Circe: Hey look, Mr. I'm-Ungodly-Charming, those dredlocks probably count too.
Kitsune: I'd say so.

"Learn to giggle and simper. Older males find it endearing."

All Three: Um...no.

"Learn martial arts, at least one musical instrument, and if possible a couple of foreign languages. The more special skills you have, the better!"

Circe: But a woman needs to know kung fu these days. How else am I supposed to protect myself?
Kitsune: And your stunning singing voice?
Circe: Uh...what about Loki.
Loki: Nope, nope and nope. The closest I come to special skills is being able to pick women up in bars.
Kitsune: What about your amazing computer aptitude.
Loki: It's not amazing. I'm only a moderately talened decker, and it took me years to learn what I know.
Kitsune: Point.

"Get yourself a gimmick, like a piece of jewelry or an article of clothing you wear constantly. Oh yeah, avoid dresses. They're for sissies."

Circe: (Looking a Loki) Piercings.
Loki: (Looking at Circe) Leather jacket.

"Animal friends are ALWAYS fun! Try a small dragon or a hawk for starters -- they're pretty, compact, loyal, and can rip out your opponent's eyes in .5 seconds."

Circe: Hmm...well I had a bunny, but he stayed in his cage and ate and pooped most of the time.
Loki: No pets. I could barely afford to eat by myself. There's no way I could take care of an animal.

"When shopping around for super powers, I suggest going for telepathy, elemental control, or shapeshifting. No one likes a girl who can beat up the team's heavy-hitters. It's unladylike."

Circe: Isn't it good if you're not incredibly powerful. I mean, empathy isn't all that useful.
Loki: Ah, the power of illusion. (Grins) I was at least useful.

"Include at least one trip to the mall in every story. Everyone loves to shop, especially if the cash is unlimited. Remember, Xavier and Frost are LOADED."

Loki: I hate shopping.
Circe: I don't do it very often, and definitely not during a story.

"For a costume try a stylish little midriff number, in leather if possible. Or, if you're a Good Girl, try something pink and flowing. Huge boots and tight tops work well together."

Loki: I don't have a costume.
Circe: Me either.

"Be sure to include at least one scene in which you A) save a wounded squirrel, B) feed pigeons on french bread, C) help an old guy across the street, or D) all of the above."

Loki: None of those would ever happen. I'm a selfish bastard and proud of it.
Circe: Well, I'm not heartless, but I've never done any of those things.

"You should have ridiculous amounts of power at your disposal. No one likes a partial transformer, or a weak telepath."

Circe: (Looking a Loki) Ahem.
Loki: What?! It was given to me by a spirit. And he made me beg for it!
Circe: If the shoe fits.

You really should pick a big-brother figure in one of the team. If you play your cards right, it should be Gambit, and he should call you 'petite' often. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, try Wolverine! If things work out he can be your big-brother figure AND future lover!"

Loki: Ugh. Don't make me ill.
Circe: Bobby and I definitely didn't have a brother/sister relationship.

"If you can make male characters fight for your affections, you know you're in the big leagues!"

Loki: (Looking at Circe with a smirk) Heh.
Circe: Hey, only one of them was canon.
Loki: Canon was not specified.

"If you're a little below average in the looks department, consider plastic surgery. Remember, the optimum bodytype is 'willowy.'"

Loki: Does "wiry" count?
Circe: For a guy? Most definitely.
Loki: (Grumbling) Quiet short-stuff.

"In Mary Sue-land no one ever has to put any amount of time into training for their skills. Bonus points if you use telepathy to learn all your arsekicking skills."

Circe: Hah, I trained for that kung fu for eight years. I'm off the hook.
Kitsune: (Rolling her eyes) If you say so, Circe.

"With the proper teachers it should be NO problem to go from total newbie to Master Apprentice of the Secret Arts in the space of a few weeks. If you have to break a sweat you obviously aren't trying hard enough."

Kitsune: Well, that one doesn't apply.

"Power is a state of mind. For instance, if you're ever caught in a deep Amazon rainforest, botanopathy is never out of your reach."

Circe: (Teasing) Isn't that what Coyote's always telling you, Loki?
Loki: Shut up.

"Any physical mutation will only serve to *enhance* your already intense personal beauty and charisma. Wings are always feathery and graceful, claws are always retractable and are unnoticeable, and so on and so forth."

Loki: Being an elf is not a mutation! It's normal in my world.
Kitsune: Um...according to the Shadowrun Sourcebook, it actually is a type of magical mutation.
Loki: (Groans) I can't win!

"No Mary Sue ever has to study to learn anything! Deep knowledge of hard subjects comes as naturally as breathing!"

Circe: Um...I thought we already went over this one.

"Cash is NEVER an issue. Being independently wealthy is a must!"

Loki: I'm so broke I have to resort to theft half the time.
Circe: I live in a one bedroom apartment in a run-down building.

"Quantum physics is a breeze: just use your subatomically-finely-honed telekinesis to grasp the difficult theory!"

Loki: No telekinesis. I studied.
Circe: I don't even pretend to understand that stuff.

"It's always dramatic and endearing to FLING your innocent, beautiful self in front of various team members, deflecting fatal plasma blasts/bullets/oncoming semitrucks, even if your team members are invulnerable or otherwise protected!"

(Kitsune and Circe look at Loki)
Loki: What! I was in love with her. Did you just expect me to let her die?

"Remember: though plasma blasts WILL bubble your skin, you will still leave a lovely tragic corpse with your glorious expressive eyes staring toward the sky!"

Kitsune: Well, no tragic deaths so far.

"Important note -- no matter how innocent you are, a Mary Sue *always* knows just what to do in bed. And never has to worry about unwanted pregnancy, diseases, or anything *bad*!"

Kitsune: Um well. At least neither of you pretended to be innocent.

"If your intentions are on the raunchy side, remember, just because someone's been shown as straight so far doesn't mean you can't secrete pheromones to make them change your mind!"

Circe: That is so not what I'm into.
Loki: Um, did I mention no.

"FRIENDS! Mary Sues always have a friend who, while not as clever or as resourceful as she, still fills a useful need now and again."

Circe: Actually I didn't have many friends.
Loki: One wonders why.
Circe: Oh now, don't make me mention Johnny.
Kitsune: Circe, Johnny doesn't count. He wasn't a sidekick, he was the main protagonist. If anything, Loki was the sidekick.
Loki: (Looking smug) There, you see. I -- hey, wait a minute!

"Be connected to as many people as you can think of: for example, think of the possibilities for angst when Riptide is your long-lost fourth cousin!"

Loki: I don't have any living relations that I know of.
Circe: I don't think my parents and bratty little brother count.

"When you're kidnaped by Sinister (and we're sure you will be, only to break free a few chapters later, of course!) make sure to include his Lab of Eeeeeville. Every good mad scientist needs a Lab of Eeeeeville. And don't forget to be 'spunky' when confronted with a gloating Mr. Sinister. There is NO un-'spunky' Mary Sue.
Don't spit in his face; that's unladylike. But always have a good reserve of great sarcastic insults that make Mr. Sinister nearly see the error of his ways."

Circe: Who's Sinister?
Loki: You know, I don't know.
Circe: Well at least you got the "spunky" part down.
Loki: I prefer the term "smartass."

"A proper Mary Sue is the master of the comeback, and so persuasive that she can make even Apocalypse see the error of his ways."

Loki: Who's Apocalypse?
Circe: You're not weaseling your way out of this one either.

"Hardened killers with hundreds of kills to their credit need love too, and they'll always spare a Mary Sue."

Loki: The only hardend killers I've met are more interested in waxing me than talking.
Circe: I don't think I've ever met a hardened killer face to face.

"Try to score a journey into space as soon as possible. You'll make valuable connections, and maybe even take the a spaceship for a cruise! (But they pull to the left, so be careful when going into warp) "

Circe: God! I can't even fathom getting on a spaceship! They're so small.
Loki: I'm happier on earth, thank you.
Kitsune: Space just isn't my thing.
Loki: Didn't you lose points on the geek test because of that?
Kitsune: Shush, you.

"No matter HOW weird things get, a Mary Sue is never fazed."

Circe: And once again we're back to Loki.
Loki: Hey, at least I don't become a screaming wet heap when faced with the unknown.

"Having an alien lover is a good idea, and often a rewarding experience. Sure, to them humans are freakish pink sacks of goo, but your unique beauty transcends species barriers!"

Circe: I'll stick to human and mutant lovers, thanks.
Loki: Speciesist.

"Marriage and mental bonds are irrelevant for a Mary Sue (unless of course we don't LIKE Cyclops, in which case he will be constantly epoxied to Jean's side) ."

Circe: I've never dated someone who was involved with another person. I won't even flirt with them.
Loki: People in relationships are already too clingy.

"Remember the magic three: Summers, LeBeau, Lensherr. Any of these men are imminently relatable."

Kitsune: I just don't see the point in making a character a long-lost relative. It limits story possibilities.

"You should have an explanation ready for any odd behavior, up to and including mass slaughter -- don't worry, the X-Men looove you. They'll listen!"

Circe: But I'm manic-depressive! I didn't ask for that. Besides, I've never intentionally hurt anyone.
Loki: (Looking at Kitsune) The only explaination you gave was that I'm a jerk. Besides, I didn't commit mass murder. That was Jonathan.

"If you're male, try to cultivate a Secret Past. That way Gambit and Wolverine will have someone to relate to."

Loki: No secret past. I'm pretty open about myself.
Kitsune: That way you can play off another's sympathy.

"If you're female, have a Secret Past anyway, with all the people Gambit and Wolverine hate. They'll love you for it. Not like they don't already, but as a Mary Sue, cover all your bases."

Circe: I don't have a secret past either. I had a pretty normal past.

"This concludes your first session of Mary Sueing for Beginners. I hope everyone has learned a valuable lesson. (Even if it was something as simple as 'Don't inhale white-out fumes as a child.')"

Loki: Doing that's bad for you?
Circe: (Rolling her eyes) Brother.
Kitsune: Hmm...let's see how you guys did. I think that if you score at least a third, then you're probably a Mary Sue.
(Kitsune does some quick calculating)
Kitsune: Well, according to this, you are definitely a Mary Sue, Loki.
(Loki scowls)
Kitsune: However...Circe isn't?!
Circe: Ha! (Does a victory dance)
Kitsune: Don't celebrate yet. You were still a self-insertion.
Circe: (Grinning) So what's wrong with that? You knew your limits.
Kitsune: (Just shakes her head) I shouldn't be wasting my time arguing with you. I have work to do.
(Both characters vanish and Kitsune goes back to what she was doing before)

Kitsune (siennavixen@hotmail.com)


Re: How To Be A Mary Sue
Sunday, 01-Oct-00 10: 51: 39
63.214.214.48 writes:

Paul: What do you think you're doing with my computer?
Ray Harper: Judging just how bad of a writer you were when you created me.
Paul: First of all, I've never claimed you were anything else, and second of all, would you prefer not to exist?
Ray: As opposed to being a chronologically screwed-up, universally displaced teenager who's related to the most dysfunctional superhero in the multiverse? I'll have to get back to you on that.

"Some words of advice to the young Mary Sues:
"You must have had either a perfectly normal life until manifestation (with the possible exception of having been a bit of a misfit, but apparently that's normal) , or -- more commonly -- an incredibly and horrifically eventful one. In either case, it will have no discernible effect on your ability to deal with things."

Ray: I'd point out that I used to be twenty-two years old, and got rolled back to the middle of puberty, but since I can't go five minutes without angsting, so I guess that would be a discernible effect on dealing with things.
Paul: You're a teenager. Angst is a given.

"Remember, you don't need to worry about the previous relationships of the canon characters. They'll be only too happy to succumb to your wiles after a few swift kicks to the head."

Paul: HEY! Wonder Girl didn't have any previous relationship.
Ray: Plus you don't have the balls to write me as hitting a girl, even if she can break me in half by accident.

"When you first enter the scene you want to choose a foil, so find a sufficiently hated character and place him against yourself, therefor making you look bad and him look even worse."

Ray: Well...
Paul: Robin was not a foil. You two got along great.
Ray: Yeah, after we got done beating the hell out of each other.

"Learn to giggle and simper. Older males find it endearing."

Paul: I'll kill you myself the day you simper.
Ray: And my last words will be "Thank you."

"Learn martial arts, at least one musical instrument, and if possible a couple of foreign languages. The more special skills you have, the better!"

Ray: Let's see. Two martial arts, three languages--
Paul: And more tone-deaf than Beethoven. Let's move along, shall we?

"When shopping around for super powers, I suggest going for telepathy, elemental control, or shapeshifting. No one likes a girl who can beat up the team's heavy-hitters. It's unladylike."

Ray: I don't have any superpowers! Someone took them away! *Death glare*
Paul: One more bitch and you'll find yourself in bed with the Bat.

"You should have ridiculous amounts of power at your disposal. No one likes a partial transformer, or a weak telepath."