the RPS i am not writing
for moral reasons
actually my fic is still broken.
it was going to be an AU i think - or, wait, is "people get dropped into a dystopian parallel universe" an AU? anyway. charlie brooker sort of hates this universe sometimes, so i wondered how he'd cope in a worse one. meanwhile, for some reason i feel like david mitchell would deal with things much better than expected and would find secret reserves of (necessary, limited) ruthlessness in his soul. he keeps charlie alive - by refusing to let him give up/telling him he doesn't care if he gives up/logic-ing their way out of some unpleasantnesses - long enough for charlie to realise he can apply video-game strategising experience to real-life pseudo-nazis, and also that he's a much better shot than david, who would much rather argue someone to death than set the bastards on fire.
TOGETHER, THEY FIGHT (TO SURVIVE IN) DYSTOPIAN MISERY!
also there is awkward sex and a fair amount of abject terror. and not enough tea. and no real coffee. (it is a horrible universe, okay?) and poorly-administered first-aid.
it's not impossible that there's an evil stephen fry somewhere in the mix. and jimmy carr as a child-catcher-esque hench-fiend (LOOK AT HIS FACE AND TELL ME YOU HAVEN'T THOUGHT IT TOO)
oh, and rob brydon is a sort of mad-max-esque marcher lord of dystopian!wales. i mean. obviously.
in short, i think i have spent too much of my life watching deep space 9 mirrorverse episodes and youtubing british panel shows. this, it seems, is the natural result.
actually my fic is still broken.
it was going to be an AU i think - or, wait, is "people get dropped into a dystopian parallel universe" an AU? anyway. charlie brooker sort of hates this universe sometimes, so i wondered how he'd cope in a worse one. meanwhile, for some reason i feel like david mitchell would deal with things much better than expected and would find secret reserves of (necessary, limited) ruthlessness in his soul. he keeps charlie alive - by refusing to let him give up/telling him he doesn't care if he gives up/logic-ing their way out of some unpleasantnesses - long enough for charlie to realise he can apply video-game strategising experience to real-life pseudo-nazis, and also that he's a much better shot than david, who would much rather argue someone to death than set the bastards on fire.
TOGETHER, THEY FIGHT (TO SURVIVE IN) DYSTOPIAN MISERY!
also there is awkward sex and a fair amount of abject terror. and not enough tea. and no real coffee. (it is a horrible universe, okay?) and poorly-administered first-aid.
it's not impossible that there's an evil stephen fry somewhere in the mix. and jimmy carr as a child-catcher-esque hench-fiend (LOOK AT HIS FACE AND TELL ME YOU HAVEN'T THOUGHT IT TOO)
oh, and rob brydon is a sort of mad-max-esque marcher lord of dystopian!wales. i mean. obviously.
in short, i think i have spent too much of my life watching deep space 9 mirrorverse episodes and youtubing british panel shows. this, it seems, is the natural result.