Don't Panic
Once upon a time there lived a splendid man by the name of Douglas Adams. Mr. Adams wrote for a living, wonderful books about space travel and science fiction and the hilarious downfall of modern society. Wholely wonderful books which attracted many fans. Wherein this author steps in.
You see, Miss Kaitlyn Sudol was a very big scifi fan with a wicked sense of humour and a vivacious appetite for books. She devoured Mr. Adams' books and completely surrounded herself with his universe. She carried around a towel on every Thursday for several months and highlighted the best parts in all five of the remarkable books in Mr. Adams' remarkable series. However, these books were not the end of Miss Sudol's various obsessions. There were too many to count, but that's okay, because we don't need to count them right now. We just need to concentrate on one, a devoted following to the musical RENT. Miss Sudol saw this show more times than was strictly healthy and then accidently started a popular pairing in the fandom. It was downhill from there, as her obsession with both the musical and the fanfiction grew.
Things would have continued in this vein for quite a long while if it wasn't for a terrible, stupid catastrophe. This terrible catastrophe occured in May of 2001. And it made Miss Sudol cry. And...well, it didn't make Mr. Adams do much of anything, for he was the source of this catastrophe. He had died of a heart attack at the age of 49. It was sudden and unexpected and left Miss Sudol mourning for weeks. She wanted to do something to honor her memory of this amazing man, but nothing came to mind. That is, until she began to re-read her notes for The Satire.
For that's what she had called it up until that point. A very plotless RENTfic that was witty and satirical to counter the overload of doom, gloom, and angst that was infesting the RENT world. While she in no way thought that her writing could compare to that of the late, great Mr. Adams, it seemed that a suitable tribute to this wonderful man would be to write this story chock full of references to the remarkable books of Mr. Adams and dedicate it to his memory. Raise awareness of his works by shoving them down the throats of her unsuspecting peers.
This was a lovely idea at the time, but as with most of Ms. Sudol's ideas, it was quickly lost in the shuffle of an overly active imagination. It was lost seemingly forever until the idea of a summer serial refused to unstick itself from her head and the memory of a very amusing scene about the definition of the word "pervert" came back to her. By now it was May 2002, a year after Mr. Adams had left the world. And the idea suddenly seemed plausible to Ms. Sudol. So she finally began.
(Oh, you want to know the actual story? Heh. Well, you're just going to have to find out along with everyone else. One installment a week, god-willing. Have fun ^_^)
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