URPG in Futurama- Chapter One Graded!

Ok, a little author's note and legal disclaimer before we start.

Swearing, violence, and crude humor, deal with it.

A couple of y'all asked to be reincarnated as Futurama characters in this here little parody doohickey I got going on. In doing so, you gave up all rights and dignity. You will most likely be humiliated to the fullest extent of the law. Enjoy!

If I owned Futurama it would never have been cancelled!

So, to those I mentioned earlier, you are in for the ride of a lifetime.

On with the show!

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There are many religions, each with their own idea of God. To some, he is a savior, who helps us every day. To others, he is the essence of non-interference. He stands off and watches, observing events but not altering their course. Such a god was watching a certain blast chat on a fateful Friday night.

The URPG chats were always busy on weekends, and this particular Friday was no different. An FFA was in progress in [FFA], being reffed by WinterVines. The main chat was the one that had offended the mighty deity, however. It was not even the chat itself that was hurtful, but the conversation going on within it.

Peaceful Giraffe 8:34

Amy is best character


BlueTowel 8:35

nodnod


Lovecraft 8:35

Fry FTW! He's the main character for crying out loud!


monbrey 8:35

Bite my shiny metal ass, bad character lovers!


Prince Vultan 8:35

Wynaut Zoidberg?

The argument had been on and off for the past hour or so, resuming whenever one of the arguers returned to the chat from whatever battle or FFA they were multitasking with.

No one could quite remember the exact origin of the fight, but they did all know what it was about. Several URPGers watched Futurama, and even those who didn't had enough rudimentary knowledge of the characters in order to argue about them. Specifically, which one was the best. That brings us to the god watching the chat angrily.

This god appeared to human eyes to be composed of a glimmering purple mist, dotted with throbbing rainbow lights. Of course, not many people had ever seen the deity. A deep-space astronaut had once, but no one had believed him. The god was upset that, over the course of the surprisingly long fight, none of the participants had thought to mention him even in passing. They would pay for their transgressions.

It happened fairly quickly. A gym battle had just ended, a Fairy-type gym leader losing to Steel and Poison Pokémon for the umpteenth time. Peaceful Giraffe and her adversary jumped back into the fray just in time for the heavenly being above to unleash his fury. A white light, so bright it stung and burned the eyes, began to grow and blossom in the center of each URPGer's computer screen. PG pressed her hand to her sensitive eyes before the world spun and went black.

PG's head was pounding as she pulled her mind out of unconsciousness. Her clothes felt heavy and uncomfortable against her body. She wondered why she had gone to bed in her clothes. It seemed likely she had fallen asleep at her computer, but she didn't recall it being very late when she had lost her grip on the waking world.

"Is this some kind of- eep! What happened to my voice?" PG muttered as she shook a layer of sleep out of her head, only to realize that her voice, normally rather deep for a girl, had changed drastically. It was now high-pitched almost to the point of being squeaky, and held a hint of a Chinese accent. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw one of the oddest sights she ever laid eyes on.

"I definitely didn't fall asleep at my computer," PG said softly. She pulled herself up from where she had been sprawled on the floor and propped her head up on one elbow. It was a surreal scene, all the more so because she knew exactly what she was looking at and it was impossible.

Directly beside her was a round table. It was lined with several chairs, only one of them vacant, and it was the one she was lying beside. She would have assumed she had fallen out of it when she lost consciousness if she recalled ever sitting in it in the first place. She placed a hand on the table and noticed it was differently colored then before, and clothed in a pink sleeve. She decided she needed to get to a mirror as quickly as possible.

PG suppressed a shriek when she saw who was sitting at the table, and it clicked into place in her head why the table had seemed hauntingly familiar. The Futurama characters were sitting around it. Fry, Leela, and Hermes appeared to be the only ones awake, and they were huddled together in hushed discussion. Zoidberg and Bender seemed to still be out cold, and Amy was nowhere to be seen. Wait...

Peaceful Giraffe jumped as realization struck her. She remembered the voice, the skin, and the clothes. She must be Amy herself. PG hauled herself all the way into the vacant seat, the thud drawing the attention of the other Planet Express employees.

Hermes jerked his head up, dark brown Jamaican braids rustling. "Another one? Who are you?" Hermes asked in his thick accent.

"Um. Amy? I guess?" PG said hesitantly, noticing the oddness of her new voice again.

"No, which URPGer? You are a URPG player, aren't you?" Hermes asked. PG raised an eyebrow, but responded honestly.

"I'm Peaceful Giraffe... You are?"

"I'm Ash. Leela is Swift and Fry is Slater. You watch Futurama, right? In case you don't, Leela is the cyclops with the purple ponytail, and Fry is the redhead. We all woke up in different bodies, and we have no clue why."

A groan sounded near Ash's elbow and a certain alcoholic robot lolled to the side. "Heh... Gimme a kiss, baby... Kiss a guy... Why not... You dare me to? Let's party some more... Not drunk enough," Bender muttered, quickly making it obvious that he was not as drunk as he should be. Or he was drunk. Or he wasn't drunk and that made him act drunk.

"Does anyone have some booze?" Swift asked, looking at the alcohol-deprived robot with concern. Bender's usually shiny finish had developed the five-o-clock rust shadow around his mouth that appeared whenever he was too sober.

"Fawkes has got some. Mmhmm." The voice from the doorway caused everyone to jump. Scruffy, who was apparently actually Fawkes, explained that Bender had woken up and puked up some beer before anyone else achieved consciousness.

"Ew, he has to drink his own barf?" Slater gagged.

PG shrugged. "It's the best shot we have at reviving him, isn't it?"

Fawkes nodded in silent agreement and emptied the contents of his robotic yellow wash bucket into Bender's mouth, which Swift and PG held open. They waited for a painful moment before the robot unleashed a flaming burp that confirmed he had gotten at least some of the alcohol down. The tension in the room eased notably as he yawned and rubbed an arm across his eyes and promptly leaned back so far from it he almost fell out of his chair.

"What the hell? Is my arm... The fuck?" the disoriented robot swore.

"From what we've gathered so far, the URPG is in Futurama, basically. Who are you?" PG explained.

"Ah... Buzzer." This elicited a round of uncontrollable laughter around the table.

"No kidding you're buzzed!" Slater howled.

Buzzer didn't seem to understand the humor in what he had said. "So I'm Bender, I guess? Cool. I always wanted an excuse to drink all the time."

PG snickered again as the incident with the barf reappeared in her mind. Buzzer didn't seem to hear and instead asked who everybody was.

"I'm Peaceful Giraffe, Ash is Hermes, Swift is Leela, Fry is Slater, and... Um... I can't remember the last one," PG offered.

"I'm Fawkes. The janitor," Fawkes inserted, filling in the last blank.

Ash frowned. "Yeah, and we all knew that. Why did PG forget?"

"In the show, people always forget who Scruffy is. Maybe that still applies? Even though we aren't the actual characters?" Swift offered.

"If that's the case, will we act like them in other... Other... What's the word?" Slater trailed off, showing a sign of Fry's chronic stupidity,

"Ways?" Ash said.

"That's the one."

"It seems possible. Especially considering you just did a very Fry thing by forgetting a simple word."

The discussion continued until a throaty moan sounded from the only party at the table still out cold, Doctor Zoidberg. The crab-like alien blinked slowly a couple times before speaking in a thick Yiddish accent.

"What is?"

Swift handled the explanation this time, informing Zoidberg of the various misplaced URPGers and having to be reminded of Fawkes's identity again. "So, which are you?"

"I'm Vultan."

This drew a new round of laughter, simply because the character seemed to fit Prince Vultan so well it was hilarious. Wiping tears out of her eyes, PG quickly gave Vultan the rundown on what they had discovered about acting like their characters.

Vultan shrugged. "This might help maybe?" he asked in classic Zoidberg fashion, revealing a fish he had been holding under the table. It wasn't recognizable at first until the others leaned in and Buzzer learned how to make use of his extendable eyeballs.

"It looks like a Magikarp!" Slater exclaimed, pure shock worming its way into his voice.

The fish did indeed bear direct resemblance to the weakest of Pokémon, with glossy red scales and small, useless fins. It was flopping weakly in Vultan's lap, and Ash asked tentatively how long he had had it for.

"I don't know! Woke up with it I did!" Vultan exclaimed as PG rescued the Pokémon from his claws and filled a tank with water.

"I... really have no idea what to think. Maybe some Pokémon got caught up in the craziness when we were sent to the future? Or maybe Pokémon exist in this future?" Ash theorized.

"The second one seems more likely," Swift said. "It's the future, after all. I mean, Buzzer's a robot for Christ's sake! Anything is possible."

A thought crossed PG's mind. "Hey, has it occurred to you guys that we might not be all of the URPGers in the Futurama universe? It has a ton of characters and there were more people then us online when the thingmajig happened."

Ash was opening his mouth to reply when the Star Trek-esque door slid open and the Professor, oldest person on Earth and owner of Planet Express, shuffled in. "Good news, everyone! You have a delivery!"

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That's chapter one. Most chapters will probably be kept in the Easiest-Medium range.

Target- Magikarp
Rank- Easiest
Character Count- 9682

I know I went way overboard with the characters but hey, I wanted to establish the characters.

 

Re: URPG in Futurama- Chapter One ready for grading!

I claim.

 

Re: URPG in Futurama- Chapter One ready for grading!

Introduction:

SO you started on a quite random intro. Readers be like, what. But as we read, we can see that it would be the source of conflict. That kind of intro is good, but it didn't fit quite to your story. That kind of intro fits to those who would give instant conflict, and would be consistent. As for your story, it was the set-up of the conflict, then some funny non-conflict, then the conflict arises. I'd suggest that you would relate the conflict with the middle (and all parts, actually) so as not to make one part out of place and awkward.

In short, good intro. You just have to connect your intro to the whole part. Emphasis on whole.

Plot:

Your story, in essence, is a Crack Fic. As stated in TVTropes, it is easy to write, and hard to write well. Emphasis on well. A Crack Fic must have the two ingredient "things" blend well and together. Like it was perfectly normal. So it is important to focus on the "blending" and then to the humor. In actuality, Crack Fics can also be non-humorous. Anyways, I cannot judge your blending part, for it is a introduction to the whole series. That means, you still have a long way to balance things.

For the characters, they're well developed. Although they need more of those "show, not tell" things. More of that later. If the characters were based on something (as in the case of URPG member to Futurama), balance too is needed. You need to watch out if your character overreacts or has bad acting. Any of those extremes will wreck your character AND your piece of fiction. Usually, you just don't entirely base one character's actions on its designated character. There will be a time where the character will not be following its character, because it is still sentient. Also, forced acting is bad, whether going to overreacts or bad acting. Make it natural. Make it a believable being.

Plot-wise, seems like your usual TV sitcom plot or something. Anyways, its written good. Of course, you need to write it in your own style. Pour your imagination. Be free. Woo.

Detail:

Your detail is good enough for a Magikarp story.

For the show, not tell: you kinda did this with the relatively minor characters. Telling is better if its common knowledge. Showing, however, is better with newer things. Some people won't know who are these Futurama people. That's were you show them. You can sometimes do the telling if it is easy to conceptualize, but make that thing you're describing act for itself. MAke it have its own limelight.

Anyways, looks good.

Grammar:

Uh-huh, you're good. *takes a selfie while listening to exo-k's mama*

Oh wait, just a little thing. It helps when you designate times with a.m. or p.m.. 24-hour clock? Make it obvious.

Inclusion:

Magikarp... is a totally random thing. It is okay for its rank and reputation. But I do wish it has some future qualities. Quite significant, anyways.

Length:

I counted it and had an insignificantly lesser number than yours. ITS TOTALLY INSIGNIFICANT YOU ALREADY BREACHED THE PARAMETERS. GEURAE WOLF NAEGA WOLF [AWOO]

Conclusion:

Magikaptured!

Just do the things you need to do and all. WOO! #finishedthisatthesamedayiclaimedit