Post by sgtyayap on Dec 3, 2009 21:23:44 GMT -5
I thought up this fanfiction for the campaign today. It's similar to RandallBoggs' "Villains' Inferno", which had inspired me, but, instead, I chose to limit the analyses to the Monsters, Inc. franchise, which I've applied to all of the main characters, as opposed to just Randall. See if you can find which passage was said by whom! ;D
Enjoy!
Why Are They Doing This To Us?
--------------------
There was a time when I thought that people were perfect. That people were either pure evil, or pure good. It was the way I was raised by my creators.
Yet, over the course of several years, I slowly came to realize the gloomy truth: everyone is capable of committing a horrible deed. And, even worse, I am a person who already has committed several.
First, I was directly responsible for releasing a human child into the Monster World. I admit that my rival had activated the door, but, even so, I was the one who allowed her to find out by opening the door. I remember how terrified I was of the child under the pretense that human children were toxic, and how I eventually found out it was false.
Yet, I DID have reason to be afraid. Most monsters did not know what I eventually did, so if I was caught, I would most likely get a death sentence, or even worse, banished.
Which is what I eventually did to my rival. The memories of him begging me not to do it still haunt me. I should've turned him over instead of taking the law into my own hands. I came to realize that over the years.
Yet, somehow, my future is dictating me to be something that I'm not and will never be. My creators claim that I am incapable of doubts and remorse beyond my new job as CEO. They say that I'm better than my rival in every way. I realize, though, that we're not that different at all, in terms of our faults. We both became easily enraged, and, as a result, we both attempted (myself succeeding) in doing something we would regret later. The only major difference had nothing to do with what we did, but, instead, what we looked like.
At least Randall found out early, unlike myself. There's no turning back now, for any of us.
--------------------
It's weird and depressing. I'm probably the most popular monster to the general public, but the reason either has to do with something bad happening to me, or has to do with nonexistant entities. Humans say I'm hilarious, but they don't say in what context: being overreactive and/or having something painful (but, at least not fatal) happen to me. Essentially, I'm a laughingstock, which is something I often do not want.
And, they deny that I'm a dirty rotten liar. Half of the things I said to Randall and others were not true at all. The only sense of honesty I ever showed on-camera was when Sullivan and I were banished to the Himalayas. I still have the memories of mentally degrading him, some of which, as much as I hate to describe a friend, were actually true, as opposed to entirely just me being mad.
And, as much as I despise Randall and his lizard-boy buddies, I must give him credit: he gave a somewhat-accurate message to the public about his view on humans. Whereas for me, people somehow deny how I viewed "Boo" in virtually the whole movie! I hated that thing! I even tried inhumane attempts of abandoning her into the woods! When I was tattling on Randall, I just described her as an "innocent little girl" to keep Sullivan from getting ticked off at me for keeping my beliefs, which, in some aspects, I still do. I admit that I bothered to rebuild her door when it was shredded, but it was for Sullivan's sake, not mine. All he did all day beforehand was show a VERY gloomy face, and I knew that if that pattern continued, someone would find out our secret about the kid.
And now, it seems the public are getting fed their own delusions about me, instead of letting me stay myself. In a development of comics, somehow I come across as liking the kid, something I NEVER pretended to do away from Sullivan. And me bringing her back into the Monster World? Please! I learned my lesson, even before the sensation began! Sullivan is the only one who would EVER bother to do such a thing, which he did.
The only thing I'm happy about is that at least people don't think I'm funny in death.
--------------------
Sometimes I question whether I really am innocent. My fans say I am because of my age alone. Yet, age isn't everything.
I feel I'm an exception to the rule of innocence; I caused a series of events that resulted in the attempted murder of a sentient being, all at the age of 2. Sure, it was on something I feared, but it still was attempted murder.
Some claim that I overcame my fear of him. I admit I once believed that myself. And then......I heard about the Ku Klux Klan. Evidently they aren't that different to what I did to him: we both tried to kill someone not because we didn't fear them, but because we DID fear them.
I'm trying my hardest to move on. I am now three years old, and have a basic vocabulary. I can run on my own for short distances, and I have basic math skills. I can even say a few short consecutive sentences. Certainly a bigger improvement over when I was two.
Which is the age that my creators seem to think I still am. I'm also at an age when I can reason a little bit; thus, I know when I shouldn't be playing around in certain places, like I apparently do in Japan. And I do not say ANY English in the comics, even despite I'm at an age where I can.
I'm not that innocent, and I don't know why people think I always have been.
--------------------
The last, and, apparently, the least. That has long been my reputation, drilled into my mind for years.
Yet my mind IS capable of reasoning, despite what people seem to think. The reason I needed Boo for the plan Waternoose forced on me (no, it was NOT mine, for the last time!) was for the sake of energy in the Monster World, and I did not know that it could kill her in the process. I'm a monster, NOT a human. Monsters don't view humans as sentient, and I don't understand why most people think I'm different for that.
Anyway, I also was able to reason NOT to try to kill anyone. The only time I ever tried to kill was for two reasons: a) the thing that I had practially sacrificed my life for was carelessly destroyed by my rival, and b) I was told to do so by Waternoose. At no points beforehand did I ever try to kill someone. And yet my enemies can get away with trying to kill me for the sake of revenge!
But I happen to have the worst fate of all of the characters. I was the only antagonist who was a victim of attempted murder, and I wasn't even the mastermind.
That fate isn't even limited to the ending. I seem to be the only Pixar antagonist who is constantly brought into an equation for the sake of being humiliated, simply because of how I look. For instance, that ride in Tokyo, "Ride and Go Seek", is somehow meant to suggest that I'm a net-weilding idiot who needed Boo for personal reasons. AND, I end up getting killed by the trash compactor, one of the most gruesome deaths a person could ever have. AND THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY!!
And the Boom! Comics people wrote me to be the perfect fraud. I don't have four fingers or toes per limb, only three, and I don't have the physical capability to leave major dents in walls.
But the most degrading would be my apparent mentality. Why would I bother to remove Laugh canisters from Monsters, Inc. if these same canisters provide energy for my own needs? And the artist actually believes that this is me!
I am supposed to be a loser, now, simply because of how I look.
--------------------
Why are they doing this to us?
Comments?
Enjoy!
Why Are They Doing This To Us?
--------------------
There was a time when I thought that people were perfect. That people were either pure evil, or pure good. It was the way I was raised by my creators.
Yet, over the course of several years, I slowly came to realize the gloomy truth: everyone is capable of committing a horrible deed. And, even worse, I am a person who already has committed several.
First, I was directly responsible for releasing a human child into the Monster World. I admit that my rival had activated the door, but, even so, I was the one who allowed her to find out by opening the door. I remember how terrified I was of the child under the pretense that human children were toxic, and how I eventually found out it was false.
Yet, I DID have reason to be afraid. Most monsters did not know what I eventually did, so if I was caught, I would most likely get a death sentence, or even worse, banished.
Which is what I eventually did to my rival. The memories of him begging me not to do it still haunt me. I should've turned him over instead of taking the law into my own hands. I came to realize that over the years.
Yet, somehow, my future is dictating me to be something that I'm not and will never be. My creators claim that I am incapable of doubts and remorse beyond my new job as CEO. They say that I'm better than my rival in every way. I realize, though, that we're not that different at all, in terms of our faults. We both became easily enraged, and, as a result, we both attempted (myself succeeding) in doing something we would regret later. The only major difference had nothing to do with what we did, but, instead, what we looked like.
At least Randall found out early, unlike myself. There's no turning back now, for any of us.
--------------------
It's weird and depressing. I'm probably the most popular monster to the general public, but the reason either has to do with something bad happening to me, or has to do with nonexistant entities. Humans say I'm hilarious, but they don't say in what context: being overreactive and/or having something painful (but, at least not fatal) happen to me. Essentially, I'm a laughingstock, which is something I often do not want.
And, they deny that I'm a dirty rotten liar. Half of the things I said to Randall and others were not true at all. The only sense of honesty I ever showed on-camera was when Sullivan and I were banished to the Himalayas. I still have the memories of mentally degrading him, some of which, as much as I hate to describe a friend, were actually true, as opposed to entirely just me being mad.
And, as much as I despise Randall and his lizard-boy buddies, I must give him credit: he gave a somewhat-accurate message to the public about his view on humans. Whereas for me, people somehow deny how I viewed "Boo" in virtually the whole movie! I hated that thing! I even tried inhumane attempts of abandoning her into the woods! When I was tattling on Randall, I just described her as an "innocent little girl" to keep Sullivan from getting ticked off at me for keeping my beliefs, which, in some aspects, I still do. I admit that I bothered to rebuild her door when it was shredded, but it was for Sullivan's sake, not mine. All he did all day beforehand was show a VERY gloomy face, and I knew that if that pattern continued, someone would find out our secret about the kid.
And now, it seems the public are getting fed their own delusions about me, instead of letting me stay myself. In a development of comics, somehow I come across as liking the kid, something I NEVER pretended to do away from Sullivan. And me bringing her back into the Monster World? Please! I learned my lesson, even before the sensation began! Sullivan is the only one who would EVER bother to do such a thing, which he did.
The only thing I'm happy about is that at least people don't think I'm funny in death.
--------------------
Sometimes I question whether I really am innocent. My fans say I am because of my age alone. Yet, age isn't everything.
I feel I'm an exception to the rule of innocence; I caused a series of events that resulted in the attempted murder of a sentient being, all at the age of 2. Sure, it was on something I feared, but it still was attempted murder.
Some claim that I overcame my fear of him. I admit I once believed that myself. And then......I heard about the Ku Klux Klan. Evidently they aren't that different to what I did to him: we both tried to kill someone not because we didn't fear them, but because we DID fear them.
I'm trying my hardest to move on. I am now three years old, and have a basic vocabulary. I can run on my own for short distances, and I have basic math skills. I can even say a few short consecutive sentences. Certainly a bigger improvement over when I was two.
Which is the age that my creators seem to think I still am. I'm also at an age when I can reason a little bit; thus, I know when I shouldn't be playing around in certain places, like I apparently do in Japan. And I do not say ANY English in the comics, even despite I'm at an age where I can.
I'm not that innocent, and I don't know why people think I always have been.
--------------------
The last, and, apparently, the least. That has long been my reputation, drilled into my mind for years.
Yet my mind IS capable of reasoning, despite what people seem to think. The reason I needed Boo for the plan Waternoose forced on me (no, it was NOT mine, for the last time!) was for the sake of energy in the Monster World, and I did not know that it could kill her in the process. I'm a monster, NOT a human. Monsters don't view humans as sentient, and I don't understand why most people think I'm different for that.
Anyway, I also was able to reason NOT to try to kill anyone. The only time I ever tried to kill was for two reasons: a) the thing that I had practially sacrificed my life for was carelessly destroyed by my rival, and b) I was told to do so by Waternoose. At no points beforehand did I ever try to kill someone. And yet my enemies can get away with trying to kill me for the sake of revenge!
But I happen to have the worst fate of all of the characters. I was the only antagonist who was a victim of attempted murder, and I wasn't even the mastermind.
That fate isn't even limited to the ending. I seem to be the only Pixar antagonist who is constantly brought into an equation for the sake of being humiliated, simply because of how I look. For instance, that ride in Tokyo, "Ride and Go Seek", is somehow meant to suggest that I'm a net-weilding idiot who needed Boo for personal reasons. AND, I end up getting killed by the trash compactor, one of the most gruesome deaths a person could ever have. AND THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY!!
And the Boom! Comics people wrote me to be the perfect fraud. I don't have four fingers or toes per limb, only three, and I don't have the physical capability to leave major dents in walls.
But the most degrading would be my apparent mentality. Why would I bother to remove Laugh canisters from Monsters, Inc. if these same canisters provide energy for my own needs? And the artist actually believes that this is me!
I am supposed to be a loser, now, simply because of how I look.
--------------------
Why are they doing this to us?
Comments?
