THE FINAL FUNTIER

Imagine a Universe where anything is possible!
A literary universe where writers are welcome to improvise!!
A seemingly never ending space saga of monumental proportions!!!

Da GE

The GLORY OF EXCELLENCE

aka. The Pondscum Nebula

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Just a few notes to get you started…

This is not the actual Star Trek, Star Wars, Firefly, or any other universe, we are only inspired by them. The story elements can come from anywhere. Sometimes a slight spelling change is all we do, sometimes more. So some things may be "wrong" according to some outside sources, but not here!

This blog started out as a bunch of ridiculous e-mails between friends. Hang in there however! The quality, we think, does get better as we go along. Either way, we are having a lot of fun writing it. We hope you will enjoy reading it or even joining in!

This blog is open to anyone who enjoys sci-fi and comedy. If you have an idea for a clever plot twist or a funny story theme, simply post a comment for us to find. Your contribution can be a quick suggestion or an entire story segment. If we like it we will incorporate it into the main story!

"Live long and may the gorram be with you”

We are always looking for dedicated and funny authors.
If you are interested email us with your plans for a main character: finalfuntier@yahoo.com

Contributor Guidelines:

1) Be funny, even silly!
2) No obscenities. Innuendoes are OK.
3) Major Characters are anyone in a WHO: header.
4) Do not eliminate a Major Character other than your own.
5) Do not create vague or frivolous major characters.
6) Respect another writer's characters and their abilities.
7) No creation or character is all powerful.
8) Respect the storylines. Spin-offs are OK.
9) Keep the story segments reasonably short! Break up long ones.
10) Be a team and work together to create a GREAT BLOG.

This blog is moderated. Some posts may be deleted for inconsistent or inappropriate content.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

WHO: Capt. Rrak
WHERE: Captain's quarter's, PezDispenser...

Captain Rrak awoke slowly into a groggy haze. What had happened? Where was he? He slowly looked around and recognized his quarters. Everything seemed in order. His weapons locker was still locked, his autographed photograph of the Overlords of the Universe dance troupe hung in its place on the wall and his bronzed dancing shoes were on the desk.

Suddenly it all came back to him! MY HAND!!! He threw his arm in the air expecting a stump at the wrist but amazingly, his hand was still there and it wasn't even burned. In fact, the manicure he had received on the planet Manostudius was still holding up...

Well, things were looking up. It appeared that the general hadn't eliminated him and taken over his ship. He would need to be more cautious around the general in the future - those Romulons were a might touchy when it came to jokes apparently.

The captain made his way to the cockpit and found Xara at the controls.

Captain Rrak: "What's our course?"

Xara: "Good to see you up and about Captain. Well, Xandor got word back from Noze It'Al and seems there's an interesting job in the Gu'Rooni sector. I promise, it doesn't involve milk."

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