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!!!

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.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

WHO: Prince Gorak
WHERE: Grey Killer ship. Few weeks ago...

The speed at which the PheroMoan took hold surprised even the Prince. It was all he could do to use his training and superior combat skills to simply stay alive. Despite taking out 3 of the 6 assailants, the outcome was never really in question. The crowbars took their toll and down he went.

Highly aggressive labor class male 1: "Grrrrr….what do us now with lover boy?"

Highly aggressive labor class male 2: "Kill. Take room key. Take his woman."

Highly aggressive labor class male 3: "No! I want not royal blood on my hands." (looking down at hands) "Well, more royal blood. We no kill him. Put him in crabomite…uh…carberite…er…cardioslide..grrr.. lifepod, and send into space. Then take woman."

THE FINAL FUNTIER

Saturday, May 06, 2006

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