My sister originally came up with this idea, but I don’t think she ever got around to writing it, and then I read a story by Supergirrl about DiMartino and Koneitzko discovering the fandom, and thus I was inspired to write this…

Enjoy!

The eternal question—what would happen if someone fell into the universe of Avatar? It’s written about quite often in fanfictions, but these all go along the lines of “m1 fr13ndz & 1 f4ll 1nt0 t3h 4v4t4rv3rz3 & n0w w3r3 m4st3r b3nd3rz!!1!!eleven!! (my friends and I fall into the Avatarverse and now we’re master benders!)” or some variation thereof. Frustrated, bored, and looking for better writing, I have decided to explore the more likely possibilities…

Scenario I

I fall out of the sky of the Avatarverse, splat on the ground, and die.

Scenario II

I fall out of the sky of the Avatarverse and miraculously do not die when I hit the ground. I look around, see some random mutant animals, and realize where I am. Before I can figure out how to react, Ozai’s Angels—Azula, Ty Lee, and Mai—pass by in their tank thing and attack me. I die again.

Scenario III

I wake up on a dusty road in the middle of the Avatarverse. After figuring out where I am, I head in the direction that the road goes. After hours upon hours of walking, I come to a ruined Earth Kingdom town. I see that the buildings are burned and the few people who are around look starved and dirty. I explore the town for a while. Then the villagers notice me, along with my strange-looking (to them) but comparatively clean clothes and my well-fed appearance. They quickly surround me, beat me with pieces of wood from the houses, then use some powerful Earthbending move against me. Once again, I die.

Scenario IV

I wake up in one of the Air temples, and for some totally demented reason I have a receding hairline and blue arrow tattoos covering my body. This leads me to conclude that either a) someone has kidnapped me and is playing a really cruel joke on me, or b) I’m in the Avatarverse. When at long last I realize that b is the truth, I begin experimenting. I apparently have some Airbending abilities, because I am able to generate small gusts of wind. After a bit of practice, I decide to try to use my newfound ability to coast down the side of the temple and get to land. However, since I have no experience whatsoever with bending, I fall to my death.

Scenario V

I wake up in one of the Air temples, and once again I have the physical signs of an Airbender. However, since I don’t know how to bend, I am trapped in the temple and die of starvation and thirst a few days later.

Scenario VI

I wake up, only to discover that I am trapped in one of the Air temples for the third time, and, remembering my last experiences in the temple, decide that all is hopeless and throw myself off the mountain. Unsurprisingly, I die.

Scenario VII

I wake up in the South Pole. I wander off to try to find a village, but seeing how there are, what, five villages in the entire South Pole, and the South Pole is freaking huge, I am unsuccessful and freeze to death shortly thereafter.

Scenario VIII

I wake up in the North Pole. I head toward the remains of the city, which are in the distance, but unfortunately for me, they aren’t very hospitable to strangers anymore. The soldiers attack me, and for the eighth time in 1½ pages, I die a horrible, painful death.

Scenario IX

I randomly find myself in the midst of the Fire Nation. I attempt to explore, and I manage to find a good number of explosives, but quickly fall into a trap laid for the Avatar. I fall into a small room filled with Fire Nation soldiers. Upon realizing that I am not the Avatar or one of his friends, I am burned to death… but Agnes Nutter-style, I have hidden the thousands of explosive charges in my clothes, and blow up the entire Fire Nation, along with most of the people and a good chunk of the land.

Scenario X

I fall out of the sky and land, miraculously unharmed, in a village where the main characters are hiding. However, since they are so conceited that they speak to absolutely no one except each other, their enemies, and anyone who they think will be useful to them, I am promptly shoved into the gutter by the wall that their self-involved nature creates to shield their egos. Irritated, I try to follow them, but am once again thrown backwards. We continue like this for several miles, the whole time with the group inside the bubble living in their own dream world where they don’t talk to anyone and me fighting to get through to them. Finally, utterly frustrated, I pull the worry-stone my friend gave me out of my pocket and begin rubbing it against the wall to sharpen it. Within minutes, it is a deadly point. I pull my sweatshirt off my waist and, putting my considerable acting talents to good use, pretend with all my heart that I am vital to the plot. It works, and the wall lets me through to them. Once inside, I immediately wrap my sweatshirt around their necks, determined to get revenge for being shoved in the gutter (and for my last nine deaths), and choke them until they lose consciousness. I then pull my sharpened worry-stone out of my pocket and, in a scene quite similar to a majority of Sweeney Todd, viciously stab them in the neck, then slit their throats. However, with his dying breath, Aang regains consciousness and uses his awesome Avatar-mode powers to turn the ground beneath me into quicksand. Like the last nine times, I die.

I could go on, but as you can clearly see by now, there is simply no possible way for a person from our world to survive in the Avatarverse without going utterly crazy. And don’t even get me started on the switch from a 3-dimensional to a 2-dimensional state of being…

Well? What do you think? I know it was really cynical, and I probably seriously offended a lot of people with that last one, but come on, it’s true that they never talk to anyone who doesn’t have a name unless they’re looking for information. I’m sorry if it offends you, but that self-important quality in them really annoys me, and I just wanted to vent a bit.

Review, no matter what your thoughts are on this! I accept anonymous reviews, too, so even if you don’t have an account, review! And if you do have an account, I’d prefer a signed review, but if you don’t want to log in, that’s okay.

Yeah, I’m kind of a review addict… hey, it’s better than being a drug addict (including caffeine and alcohol)! The withdrawal isn’t nearly as bad.