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This quote amuses me. Therefore, quotha:
We need a new term for the second option I mentioned above - "piece of fiction, pre-existing universe, accurately emulated, well written, no pay/unpublished", which can then be forever seen as separate from stories where Kirk and Picard travel through time to have sex with the Muppets. I'm going to call this new, not-sucking classification "Unlicensed Fiction" because it points to the fact that fan fiction is basically a copyright infringement and you could be thrown in jail and be forced to share a beautiful moment of sexual awakening with Guido every single night for the rest of your life your crimes against humanity (which would be justice for many fan fiction writers) but more because it sounds a little sexy and dangerous. "What do you write?" purrs the sexy not-a-bot-at-all across the chat room at me. "Why, unlicensed fiction, m'dear" I reply, one eyebrow raised mysteriously, as if to hint that it is only a matter of seconds before the Lucasfilm agents burst through the door, haul me away and pay me millions to write Episode 3. Because I could, y'know. I really could.
We need a new term for the second option I mentioned above - "piece of fiction, pre-existing universe, accurately emulated, well written, no pay/unpublished", which can then be forever seen as separate from stories where Kirk and Picard travel through time to have sex with the Muppets. I'm going to call this new, not-sucking classification "Unlicensed Fiction" because it points to the fact that fan fiction is basically a copyright infringement and you could be thrown in jail and be forced to share a beautiful moment of sexual awakening with Guido every single night for the rest of your life your crimes against humanity (which would be justice for many fan fiction writers) but more because it sounds a little sexy and dangerous. "What do you write?" purrs the sexy not-a-bot-at-all across the chat room at me. "Why, unlicensed fiction, m'dear" I reply, one eyebrow raised mysteriously, as if to hint that it is only a matter of seconds before the Lucasfilm agents burst through the door, haul me away and pay me millions to write Episode 3. Because I could, y'know. I really could.