"A girl falls into ME..."
"She was alone in the world, and a reluctant Elf saved her..."
"omg lyk plz read okay? Its rly good i promise!11oneone"
...
Sound familiar? If you are a hopeless fanatic like yours truly, it should.
I used to be in love with a lovely site called Fanfiction dot net. It was a wonderful idea: finally, we could write about our favorite characters doing God-knows-what. Whether it be fighting Ringwraiths and angsting over a fallen comrade or streams of consciousness from a lesser-known character's mind, I ate it all up.
And then SHE arrived.
You should know her. Slender, beautiful. Unnatural hair and eye color. Likely as not physically maimed or suffering from a traumatic past. Legolas loves her. Aragorn loves her. She resurrects Boromir with her tears, and he loves her too. Or perhaps she's a lovely, uncharacteristically lithe Hobbit-lass for whom Pippin or Merry have fallen head-over heels.
Her name is Mary. Mary Sue. She seems to be able to change forms and pasts at will to match the author's inane, drivelling fantasies.
Now, you cannot find a single story on the site for fear of "OMG LYK A HOT GURL WIT A BAD PAST SHOWS UP AND SHES A VAMPIRE AND SHES IN LOVE WITH LEGGY! OMG LEGGYS SO HAWT!!11oneone" popping up on your screen and singeing your corneas.
Why? Why must such a great good die in throes of agony, swamped over by sickeningly sweet figments of "authoresses'" narcissistic imaginations?
I miss the old fanfiction world. Sues existed then, yes, but they were fewer in number.
Urgh.
I'm sure everyone writes one in their lifetime. I have. But, honestly, you should be over playing princess by the time you reach your teenage years. Do not let hormones cloud your judgement! Puh-leeeease!
Discuss:
Your own encounters with the sugary-sweet menace.
Your opinion on above rant.
Your opinion on Mary Sues.
"She was alone in the world, and a reluctant Elf saved her..."
"omg lyk plz read okay? Its rly good i promise!11oneone"
...
Sound familiar? If you are a hopeless fanatic like yours truly, it should.
I used to be in love with a lovely site called Fanfiction dot net. It was a wonderful idea: finally, we could write about our favorite characters doing God-knows-what. Whether it be fighting Ringwraiths and angsting over a fallen comrade or streams of consciousness from a lesser-known character's mind, I ate it all up.
And then SHE arrived.
You should know her. Slender, beautiful. Unnatural hair and eye color. Likely as not physically maimed or suffering from a traumatic past. Legolas loves her. Aragorn loves her. She resurrects Boromir with her tears, and he loves her too. Or perhaps she's a lovely, uncharacteristically lithe Hobbit-lass for whom Pippin or Merry have fallen head-over heels.
Her name is Mary. Mary Sue. She seems to be able to change forms and pasts at will to match the author's inane, drivelling fantasies.
Now, you cannot find a single story on the site for fear of "OMG LYK A HOT GURL WIT A BAD PAST SHOWS UP AND SHES A VAMPIRE AND SHES IN LOVE WITH LEGGY! OMG LEGGYS SO HAWT!!11oneone" popping up on your screen and singeing your corneas.
Why? Why must such a great good die in throes of agony, swamped over by sickeningly sweet figments of "authoresses'" narcissistic imaginations?
I miss the old fanfiction world. Sues existed then, yes, but they were fewer in number.
Urgh.
I'm sure everyone writes one in their lifetime. I have. But, honestly, you should be over playing princess by the time you reach your teenage years. Do not let hormones cloud your judgement! Puh-leeeease!
Discuss:
Your own encounters with the sugary-sweet menace.
Your opinion on above rant.
Your opinion on Mary Sues.