"Dave was gradually getting angrier, mainly because his team were apparently incapable of having a conversation that wasn’t completely stupid."

Poor Dave and the poor wandering Gunbluster. They should go off and have angsty conversations about fate and the universe.

And everybody *always* goes for the small wooden buildings!

I have to admit I prefer the more humor-ish bits, though you could easily blend them and the proper plot, I think (especially if you spoof horror movies at the same time).

The name Ian STALKS me, I swear. Ever since I named a character Ian I see it everywhere...

Now THIS is a great little peice of work. Where has it been all my life?

What you have is a nicely amusing, stream-of-concioucness drawl. Its fun, self-referntial, satirical and takes itself anyhting but seriously while, at the same time, poking a big fat tougne out at the cliches of the Zoids fandom. Your fic stands out like a nugget of gold atop the pile of reeking offal that I find elsewere in this honourable arhcive.

Keep writing, sir! I look forward to seeing more!

“I was wondering why a Slash Liger’s blades would bend.”

This is incredibly surreal and amusing-it's got a detached stream-of-consciousness feel that reminds me of a cross between an MST and insomnia fed to a muse that exploded on the page.

One would think this would be terrible.

Except it works, it really works.

You win a million imaginary cookies.

OH my Gord. This is brilliant. Brilliant, brilliant parody.

The average garden varety zoids fic takes its self way to seriosuly to be worth paying atention to. But you. You have captured the essence of physiclay impossible giant robots, terrible humour, PUN-ishment, Insanity, innanity, Sleep deprevation, caffeene overdose and just a sprinkling of halucigens.

This reads like someone took the writers for Zoids fuzors and fed them barbituates, sherbert, and LSD. It is truely wonderful, and I shall be reading on with delight and many a loud outburst of laughter.

In tomy's name, I salute you!