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Fan Fiction
2006-03-13 - 18:25


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I had an idea for fan-fiction the other day. Shrek 2 fan fiction.

Its about this family that's cursed, right? The dad gets turned into a frog, the daughter gets turned into an ogre, the line of succession disrupted by fairy-tale creatures and magic.

So that leaves the mother, alone, bitter, inconsolable, desolate. Angry.

Sure, she treats her ogre-daughter and oger-son-in-law well when they visit the kingdom of far far away, but they don't visit that often.

In the meantime, she forges a fascist state on a viscious, anti-fairy tale creature platform using her power as queen, creating an army, declaring war on her neigbors, plunging the area into chaos.

Before the set up of the concentration camps, being a fairy tale creature could be declared illegal, and thereby forced to live in slums outside of society, with a large yellow 'F' sewn into their clothes.

Then she has the army round up the fairy tale creatures and sends them off to concentration camps to be gassed and put into ovens. The population blames all their problems on the fairy-tale folk, and understands her rage. A secret police is created to ferret out any fairy-tale folk hidden around the kingdom.

Donkey survives the camps with a number tatooed on his leg and his tongue cut out. The others are brutally murdered.

I hadn't thought it out past that, other than to say some conflict was needed. Either Shrek and Fiona lead a terrorist insurgency only to be caught and executed, or she willfully has them rounded up and murdered when they discover the extent of the methods taken by her fascist regieme.

Nothing happy or trite. Piles of burning fairy bodies. Emaciated blind mice. Medical experiments on Pinnochio.

Puss in boots: dead. Fairy Godmother: dead Red Riding Hood's Fox: dead (cross dressing fairy-tale folk? Forget about it!)

The role-call of the dead is innumerable. Train cars full of muffin men, dying on their feet. All the dissaffected and weird are rounded up to satisfy the queen's unquenchable hate and lust for power.

And in the end, with all the color sucked out of life with a lack of diversity, she is alone with her hate in a homogenous kingdom of boredom and fear, isolated in her tower, with only her loathing to keep her warm at night.

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