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So, thanks to Antikiller and Roman, I am reading My Immortal the worst fanfic ever, apparently, when I had a thought: I will post sections of this fic here, and make fun of them MST style, through my proxies, of course.
Who are my proxies? Who else?

Okay, first up:

Daria: And by the end of this, we'll be suffering from dementia.

Jane: That is being used as a rat's nest.

Daria: Okay. (gets up to leave)
Jane: We can't, we're under contract.

Jane: And we care, because?

Daria: And, thus, the Twilight fans swarmed.

Jane: Hopefully, because she died of hypothermia.

Jane: What did JK Rowling do to deserve this?

Daria: Who writes like a third grader.

Jane: *sarcasm* No. I had no idea!

Jane: <Ebony> Because I'm late to my funeral.

Daria: God, she's more annoying than Quinn.
Jane: Goth Quinn, for when regular Quinn isn't annoying enough!

Jane: <Sandi> Oh, my, God, who does she think she is...
Daria: <Stacy> Look at her clothes! Who does her makeup?

*add on*


Daria: Darn. And I was hoping death was calling.


Jane: <Draco> My bo- I'm not gonna finish that.


Daria: Sparing us a few minutes of sanity.


Jane: I got some fangs I can use...


Hmm... This could be fun...
Suggestions and critiscisms are welcome.

"I may not be a Hogwarts student!" Said "Hargrid", "But I'm a satanist!"

Part Two: (I may do a couple of chapters today, if nothing happens)



Daria: And no fangz to you for posting another crappy chapter.
Jane: We'll stop flaming when there's a good plot going.


Jane: <Ebony> Depressed, so I loaded my gun, and emptied several bullets into my head. The end.


Daria: I'm guessing that it's either winter, or the Apocalypse.
Jane: If it's the Apocalypse, can we end this fic early?


Jane: Pauley Perret is in this movie?
Daria: I hope not. That could ruin her career.


Jane: Tru Blood, the breakfast of champions!

Daria: Yes...


Jane: Fail!

Daria: "Took of" what?

Jane: Hooker dress!

Daria: I summon the peaceful spirits of the woods.
Jane: Fail!

Daria: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Jane: On behalf of the moon, I will punish this writer!


Daria: And her girlfriend, Tara.
Jane: Alyson Hannigan!?! Nooooo!


Jane: Oh, thank God.

Daria: <Willow> I had so much fun last night. Where did you get that vibrator?

Jane: Oh, God, this sounds like Alice.

Daria: <Willow> I got thirty bucks last night!
Jane: <Ebony> And all it cost was your virginity!

Daria: So their mimes now?

Jane: <Ebony> Oh, God, he is such a pansy boy!

Daria: Basic knowledge of vampires, fail!

Jane: <Ebony> He acts like a wuss, but he has such a large-
Daria: *coughs*

Daria: Just his body, like so many other fangirls.
Jane: Where does that put you?
Daria: Crucifying the fangirls.

Jane: Speak of the Devil.
Daria: She wishes.

Jane: *sarcasm* Great dialogue.

Jane: <Draco> I'm gay today!

Daria: I'm gonna go ahead and say who?

Jane: Gee, couldn't tell.

Daria: What would Harry say?

Jane: <Ebony> And sucked in so much asbestos, I died.

keep it up

Chapter Three!



Jane: When you start writing better, we'll stop flaming!


Daria: And how much did you pay for those reviews?


Jane: Yeah, fangs for nothing.


Daria: Then let them sing it.


Jane: I felt soo depressed-
Daria: I think the audience is getting sick of the suicide jokes.


Jane: *Singing* These boots are made for walkin'


Quinn: Oh, my God! Ripped fishnets!
Daria: Sorry, the maximum occupancy of this MST is two.
Jane: Buh-bye now.

Daria: I should introduce this girl to Quinn.
Jane: Quinn's a prep, remember? Ebony would kill her.
Daria: Is that a bad thing?

Jane: Okay, not funny. NOT FUNNY!

Jane: Scratch that. Just die already!

Daria: God, she's already good for the morgue.


Jane: Awww... No orgy?
Daria: Let's hope not.

Jane: <Ebony> Oh, my God! A porshe! I thought you drove a hearse!

Daria: The author of this MST just died on the inside, knowing that he and the writer of this fic liked the same band.
Jane: Is he going to commit suicide too?

Jane: *singing* He was a skater boy...

Daria: Just ask the yaoi fangirls.

Daria: With an exclamation point?
Jane: Hey, she sounds like-
Daria: Jane...

Jane: Showing no emotion like a master!
Daria: Or a boy.

Daria: Apparently, the Devil went down to England.

Jane: Flying cars and their goth passengers, next on Sick, Sad World.

Daria: Marilyn Manson, the one man guarenteed to cause nightmares.

Jane: <Hippie> Dude, we got stoned...
Daria: Stoned goths destroying private property...three thousand feet high! Mid-air car wrecks, next on Sick, Sad World.


Jane: From three thousand feetup?

Daria: Like good little bunnies.


Jane: Hey, sounds like Mystyk Spiral!

Daria: Really? Sounds like you.


Jane: <Ebony> And he's much more talented.

Daria: And causing our ears to bleed.


Jane: I sense a suicide attempt coming up.


Daria: <Draco> You're moshing on my foot!


Jane: To the people who suffered through this fic, I hope,


Jane: <Ebony> And I'm totally not wanting to get in your pants!


Daria: <Ebony> Well, you're not Harry Potter...


Jane: Of course, Hilary Duff has something called "personality" and "individualism" among other things.
Daria: The author of this MST would also like to point out that Hilary Duff is actually cute, and has kept her nose clean, unlike certain other celebrities.
Jane: Of course, we would never pass those messages along if we didn't believe them ourselves.
Daria: Unless large amounts of money are involved.


Jane: Aren't goths supposed to not feel anything good?

Daria: Only because the author paid him to do it, unlike the author of this MST.
Jane: Of course, his lawyers would deny it.

Daria: Underage boozers tonight on the eleven oh clock news.


Jane: Which happens all the time. They even have a stamp for it.

Daria: I'd rather have an Evil Dead: The Musical tee.
Jane: Oolong or Jasmine?

Jane: Which was still three thousand feet in the air.

Daria: Can we pray for a Lovers Lane style killing?
Jane: I'm just hoping they get eaten by Aragog.

Chapter 4! Which is pretty short...
Daria: Thank God!
However, there's a sex scene...
Jane: Nooo!
That is really badly written.....



Daria: Make us!

Jane: Ebony or Enoby?
Daria: Sounds like a mid-life crisis.


Jane: Ah-ha! There's her real name!


Daria: That's a piss-poor excuse.

Jane: Really? When?


Daria: What do you think he's doing?


Daria: Don't shake it more than twice!

Jane: And Draco turns around, and stabs her, the end.

Jane: He's taking a piss, what do you expect?

Daria: <Draco> Are you ready to die?

Jane: Hey, maybe she kills him!
Daria: We can wish.


Daria: Demons in school boy clothing.
Jane: Next on Sick, Sad World.

Jane: And now was a good time to reveal that?

Jane: He's revealing "evilness" and she isn't mad?
Daria: Bet you didn't know "evilness" is a word.

Daria: What?
Jane: Grammer!

Jane: Which turns out to be the Whomping Willow. The end.

Daria: What are you taking of?

Jane: No, that is not censoring! That is...
Daria: Just plain stupid.

Jane: Die! Die! Die!

Daria: I don't suppose "I'll have what she's having," is appropriate here.
Jane: Or anywhere else in this fic.

Jane: Jason came and stabbed you!
Daria: No, it was Freddy!
Jane: Michael? Please be Michael!


Jane: Screwing in the woods!

Jane: Harry?
Daria: Ron?
Jane: Hermione?
Daria: Jason?
Jane: The Anti-Christ, signaling the destruction of the universe?
Daria: Optimist.

Daria and Jane: Awwww.....

wow.. they failed in writing this fic... and epic failed at the sex scene...

your comments are just funny..

Thank you! Should I do another chapter tonight, or wait until tomorrow?

Depends. Do you want to take a break?

i please do another tonight unless we are doing the RP tonight.

Chapter Five! (I think I'll do five chapters a day, at the least)



Daria: Has it ever occured to you that every fic gets flames?


Jane: Or, we have certain restrictions against idiocy.

Daria: That.... No, that doesn't sound right.

Jane: That might be more believable, but.... No.

Jane: Daria, what's a revoiws?
Daria: Damned if I know.


Daria: In bondage gear.

Jane: Waaay to uncharacteristic. He's more of the "disapointed silence" type.


Daria: Ludacris? Who's that?


Jane: According to some, that's fetish fuel.

Daria: With what, I wonder.

Jane: You try to suck the teachers dry one time...

Daria: You were having sexual intercourse with Grindelwald! I don't want to hear it!

Jane: Hormones?
Daria: Depression?
Jane: <Ebony> I was payed to do it!

Daria: Hey, blame the genetics.


Jane: <Draco> Well, I love the sex, anyway.


Daria: Quick! Play the crappy romance music!

Jane: You know, they just had sex. I really don't think that's a good idea.

Daria: Wizards with death glares...
Jane: ... Teaching students! Next, on Sick, Sad World.


Jane: <Ebony> No. You owe me twenty bucks, you stiff!


Daria: Ebony, Mistress of the Crappy Fanfics.

Jane: I knew it!

Daria: Sounds like Quinn.

Jane: Quick, the Perv Police!

Jane: It's over!
Daria: Until tomorrow.
Jane: Noooooo!

for fun.. you could flame the wroite of that fic

Wow this fanfic is so old. I didn't know people still cared about it.

Isn't what I'm doing flaming the writer?

I just learned about it today, in my defense.

Oh geez, Wolfy just had to bring this atrocity up. My Immortal makes The Eye of Argon look like The Godfather in comparison.

Hey, at least I'm making fun of it.

well to be fair, I brought it up

That too, blame him!

I swear my IQ might of just dropped a few points from reading the first few chapters.
My God, that fanfic is just a pure terrible hilarity. Makes me both cringe and laugh at the same time.

Hence my making fun of it. Enjoy the ride.

i ment write a review flame on the site to the writer

And in my defense, I MST'd this fic already when I was in high school. xD

It's my favorite fanfic. I put Ebony in my roleplay, and even did my own similarly styled fanfic about Evangelion.

But the fun of an MSTing is the different styles people use. I've done a few too.

It's funny, but I think I'd enjoy it more if I'd seen Daria... I should get on that.

Yes, you should. If you haven't seen Daria, people, go watch it! There are vids on youtube.

Chapter Six:


Daria: How about you spell correctly, and start up something good?


Jane: One would hope so...


Jane: <Ebony> Dammit! I'm still living!

Daria: I'm gonna go ahead and say it: stop with the damn clothing descriptions. Your driving us crazy.


Jane: I'm suddenly wondering where they get the blood from...
Daria: Probably the House-Elves.
Jane: Hermione would be on a warpath.
Daria: We can always pray.

Daria: <Ebony> Hey, that was a type O!


Daria: Mary Sue!
Jane: B!tch!
Daria: Goth wannabe!
Jane: Backstabbing boyfriend stealer.
*pause*
Daria: Moving on.
Jane: I'm over it, dammit!

Daria: And saw Jesus in the heavens.

Jane: Shadow's been turned into a human again!

Jane: Okay, seriously, could we have a guy who doesn't wear makeup?

Daria: I have a bad feeling about this...

Jane: In fact, he killed Draco for them.

Daria: *facepalm*
Jane: What?

Jane: I'm wondering if this chick ever passed third grade English.

Daria: Futas...

Jane: I would hope so!

Daria: That I'm in this fic.


Jane: Hannibal the Cannibal?
Daria: You wish.


Jane: AAAAAAAAUGH!

Jane: Get me a brain surgeon! I demand a brain wash!


Daria: It's your fic, you tell us.
Jane: Kill me! Kill me now!

Daria: Well, I love human misery, when I'm not the one being miserable.


Daria: That sparkles!
Jane: Sissy!


Jane: He's pathetic in this! Giggling, whimpering.
Daria: Think someone doesn't like Harry?

Daria: Someone is being dominant here...


Daria: <Ebony> Have you seen Draco Malfoy?
Jane: <Harry> Ohmigod, he is soooooo hot.

Daria: And stabbed me in the back!

Jane: Your death.
Daria: We wish.

Daria: <Ebony> Into the dark and creepy woods.
Jane: Bye-bye for now!

Chapter Seven:


Jane: God reviewed this fic? I'm surprised the universe is still here.


*Jane grabs a tin can, writes God on it, and throws it at the screen*
Jane: There's a Tin God von!

Daria: Go ahead, report us.

Jane: Well, I'm convinced she isn't a Mary Sue. That's powerful evidence you put there.

Daria: Did they paint they're hands together, or something?

Jane: So, first it's black nail polish, then it's red nail polish. That makes total sense.
Daria: I'm more curious about what exactly is singing.

Daria: What does religion have to do with Mary Sue's? Besides being preachy.

Jane: Off-screen suicide attempt soon, I promise.

Jane: Or he's constipated.

Daria: Dressed like Little Red Riding Hood.

Jane: A double suicide, with proclamations of love, ten bucks.
Daria: Nah, they just have sex, which ends in the world ending from mass suicide.
Jane: You're on!

Daria: <Ebony> We were kidnapped!
Jane: <Ebony> We wound up in a Jigsaw trap!
Daria: <Ebony> And died horribly!

Daria: How does one French passively?

Jane: And we reacted violently!
Daria: With pitchforks and torches.

Daria: Pay up.
Jane: Hang on.... Double suicide, just a few seconds away, I swear.

Jane: *handing Daria ten bucks* It's not the money, it's having to live through this.

Daria and Jane: Yes.

Jane: Oh, kill me! Kill me!

Daria: It reads "Mother."

Jane: If the writer is a Joan Jett fan, the author of this MST will commite suicide.

Daria: That next sound you hear are the yaoi fangirls fainting.
Jane: Or the yaoi fanboys.
Daria: Don't say such things about our employer, we're being paid for this.
Jane: The pays crap. I just want OUT OF HERE!!!!

Daria: It's not that big a deal. Some guys just aren't comfortable coming out yet, so they date women. Just ask Jane's last date.
Jane: HEY!

Jane: And hitting your head on the floor, cracking your skull open, letting us leave!

Daria: <Draco> It was a female vampire!

Jane: <Ebony> I was wanted by the mob.
Daria: <Ebony> On the run, forever hounded.

Daria: Ignorance lives, even through the depressing goths.

Jane: huffily?

Daria: No, I don't know what.

Jane: Said people being more interesting than the narrator. Why can't we focus on them?

Daria: Takes one to know one, Sue.

Chapter Eight:
(More crap abound, Christ and Buddha help us)


Daria: Flassing?


Jane: Do we look like preps? To anyone?

Daria: <Ebony> Have I grown a head, or something?
Jane: <Classmate> No, but your ego is crushing the room.

Daria: <Draco> I promise, I won't wet the floor again.
Jane: <Ebony> Bad dog!

Daria: <Draco> I really wasn't wearing your underwear!

Daria: The sentence structure is so bad, I might need new glasses.

Jane: If you're pale white, why would you need white makeup?

Daria: That's Hermione Granger? Oh, God. Save us.

Jane: Two vampire-witch hybrids?
Daria: All we're missing is a couple of cultists, the Necronomicon, a virgin sacrifice...
Jane: And a good writer.

Jane: There's a lot of suicide and death comments. I barely have to say anything.
Daria: If this continues, I'm going to cut my wrists.

Jane: How much do you wanna bet that everyone commits suicide at the end?

Jane: Let's just combine the two!
Daria: Jane...
Jane: All together now, ready? Gran-Smith!

Daria: Stupidity upon stupidity.

Jane: Out of this MST!

Daria: Demeaned?

Jane: Wait, what? She just met Harry... Vampire... Harry...
Daria: How about "Replacement Sue."
Jane: That'll work!

Daria: More asbestos victims.

Jane and Daria: Huh?
Jane: This doesn't make any sense! At all!

Jane: Oh, gee, why do we care?

Daria: From bad taste to worse.

Jane: I'd rather hand out with a prep than these goths.
Daria: I'll be sure to pass your qualifications to the Fashion Club.
Jane: WHAT????

Jane: <Vampire> He was lousy in bed!

Daria: She can say fuck, but she can't say penis?

Jane: Virility?

Daria: <Ebony> And impaled myself on a tree.
Jane: We wish.

man, how do you red threw that fic.... they so fail at everything..

but you commnets are the best