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: The planet Leche...

Inside the melting carbonite is a Romulon dressed in full royal military regalia. The rank of Grand Captain is clearly visible on his uniform as is the Romulon senate’s pink little flower, with pretty aquamarine bows, cute streamers, and dainty sparkly things.

The Romulan opens his eyes. As he slowly steps out of the carbonite module it is clear that he has been in quite a tussel. His pants are torn. His face is bruised. His shirt is bloody. And he is missing a boot.

THE FINAL FUNTIER

Saturday, May 06, 2006

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