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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