The ultimate endurance for any avid fan fiction reader

Someone who goes by the name XXXmidnitegoffXXX has posted her own fan fiction of the Harry Potter series, which a slight* gothic twist. Your challenge, if you are brave/foolhardy/drunk is to see how far you can get without your head feeling like it's going to bleed, all your intelligence is lost, and your faith in the human race is lost (wossy, since you've lost all faith in the human race in the first place, assume you can see how far you can get without losing faith in the people who designed the web site. Try to be very lenient, like a normal cynic, kthx?)

And for anyone who thinks this is going to be easy, it's hard from the word go (i.e. Chapter 1). And there are 44 chapters to endure.


Good luck soldiers! Brain bleach will be available when you arrive.

*The word "slight" may have been underplayed

klegg, are you trying to get hits on your Potterpron page again? You've been warned about this before. Remember the Star Trek incident? The one where you re-interpreted "Encounter at Farpoint"?

Enough already.

You seriously need to stop sniffing mendhak's toilet, zaza.

Potterpron would suggest something remotely decent. "My Immortal" doesn't even come close. And I'm flattered that you think I wrote it.
Star Trek? I wouldn't even know where to begin, since I don't even know the show.

Back to topic: I'm struggling to read past Chapter 13 without sleeping.

It's not that there is ACTUALLY a site where people post Harry Potter fan fiction, dear.

It's that you read it. :(

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Originally Posted by kregg

Your challenge, if you are brave/foolhardy/drunk is to see how far you can get without your head feeling like it's going to bleed, all your intelligence is lost, and your faith in the human race is lost.

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Words cannot describe how much I hate you. I tried to get to chapter 3.... I hate you.

Did I mention that I hate you?

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Originally Posted by kasracer

Words cannot describe how much I hate you. I tried to get to chapter 3.... I hate you.

Did I mention that I hate you?

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No, I completely missed that. What did you say? I was too busy listening to Linkin Park while slitting my wrists and crying blood.

I made it to chapter 3. Hnyaarggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!

After you with the razor, Klegg.

Here you go.

http://uk.gizmodo.com/razr.jpg

Wut? U askd 4 a razr?? Omg wut u fink u r liek, ryt?

Actually that phone will probably do the trick. Given how bad the story is I'm willing to expend the extra effort to beat myself to death with it.

Harry cried himself to sleep that night, just like every night.
In a fit of rage, Ron threw the empty vodka bottle across the room and pushed Robbie Coltrane off the 4th floor balcony.
Hermione spent the next 45 minutes stubbing out cigarettes on Ron's MacBook.
The end.

Book deal plz.

Bah... Fiction. :mad:

I'd much rather go and watch Star Trek. :afrog: