Quote:Either by repressing, groveling, or descending into such depths of self loathing that are only equalled by Shinji Ikari. I haven't decided. Maybe none of the three.
I wonder how fake Shinji will deal with Sakura... I just can't picture it.
Mostly, this is just an asspull I came up with a few minutes after putting the END stamp on Foxes Wild, when I thought that most SI stories where the insertee gets shunted into a character's mind still end up with them in the body of a mostly decent person.
I haven't seen any dealing with the trials and tribulations of having to deal with the reputation, memories, and assorted kipple of someone who's not only got an Aura Of Ooze but also is in competition for the Human Douche Bag of the Decade title.
... *dies laughing* even *hehe* have an idea for a genre-name *snickers* for this sort of thing.
I give you, the MSI! For MaSon Insertion.
I tackled the problem with my usual verve, aplomb, and go-getter attitude.
That is to say, I spent the next hour or so alternately down with the shakes, cold sweat, and puking my guts out. Though fortunately, the latter only once I found the bathroom.
How many bathrooms did this place have, anyway? Three? Four?
Hell with it.
I'm too off kilter to deal with this, I realized, before taking quick shower, throwing on some random kipple from the wardrobe, and going off to drown myself in caffeine.
Maybe that'd bring all this into perspective.
Or at least let me find something amusing in this screwed up rendition of 'A Hazy Shade of Winter' and get me out of Maison Matou, where - if memory serves me - I definitely didn't want to spend more time than absolutely necessary.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm