Down With The Obsessives! Of This Certain Topic!

You walk into Freds house and get into some decent clothing. You then hear some giggling from another room. A voice comes out of it: "I know! We'll type that they get turned into a women! For the 14749640929th time! Then we will put them in akward positions!" You feel a tingle. But before you let the author describe this mutation in excruciating detail, you burst in and conk him on the noggin. "You people are sick! Lets see how you like it!" You grab the keyboard and begin to type. "The sick and perverted author gets a taste of his own medicine!" The effects are instant. You do not need to punish him further, as the other sick authors in the room do the rest. In almost an instant, he is reduced to a blithering blob. The authors then turn their attention to you. They would get here before you finished typing.

KABLAM.

They were knocked out cold by stones that fell from the ceiling. As you wonder how that happened, a non-descript figure floated into the room. You try to take in his details, but you are suddenly overcome with complete lethargy when you try. "I," The figure announces, "Am a Lazy One. We are those who provide rushed and convenient plot twists to aid you. And we are in a war. The sick and perverted ones have waged a great battle, and we need your help to end it. For you posess the power of protagonism! And if you do not help, you will be their literary plaything. Your trials will be dangerous, and you will be transformed often. But the fate of the world and your testosterone is in your hands. Choose"

Well?

Written by PIEISGOOD

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