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Transdimentia Author's Notes
A handy guide of why asterisks and symbols were used in some
instances, and a note of apology from the author.
* - the name has been deliberately left out to prevent the author from saying a loathed name, or the name of someone she has yet to find a pseudonym for, i.e. a teacher, a friend who wishes to remain anonymous, someone the author wants dead on occasion, etc. People who may eventually read this, or know the real identity of the author upon reading this.
Words in italics - thoughts or thought-speech
Words in bold - online or chat room
conversation
And here is the note of apology:
I sincerely apologize if I have offended anyone by my actions or words. I'm sorry, but hey, that's how my big mouth goes. Another thing, is that I, personally, did not come up with the idea of Yoroiden Samurai Troopers/Ronin Warriors. I wish. They're copyright whoever those people are. I think it's, wait, hang on a sec... I forget. But it's copyright those people. *rummages around a load of papers* Oh yeah. Suncoast or something. Another thing I wish to apologize for is if I confused anybody. It may be my job in the darkness of Tartarus that we call "school" and "life" but I probably shouldn't take my job too seriously. Although I do have one word of advice: Smile. It confuses people. I keep that in mind at all times. Now, one thing I should say is that if you are confused about Chuckles the duck, a character who appeared earlier in this story, please go to Cole's website, Updates by Colin, (yes his name is Colin), http://drink.to/updatesbycolin. It's the third issue, I believe. While you're at it, you'll probably find out the hidden jokes behind peach spritzers, lava lamps, and poppyseed bagels. Hey, Cole! I got publicity for your site!
One thing I would really, really have to sincerely use Crouch of the Wild Tiger for (I like Ranma, too) is the fact that this fic is so long. It was supposed to be a short comedic one-shot. Whoops. I never could make anything simple. *sigh* Let me tell you, if I had actually had a plot in mind when I started this, it would have taken much less time. What? You say it doesn't have a real plot? Well, I suppose you're right. After all, this was supposed to be light-hearted, humorous . . . and it began popping into my head at eleven forty-five p.m. or so the night after we went back to school from vacation. (Winter.) So the fact that I started this fic after my birthday (approximately one day, five hours, and nine minutes), has nothing to do with it. Neither does the insanity that followed, or my near scrape with being grounded because when the words wouldn't shut up and get out of my head, I grabbed a pen and my journal, hopped out of bed, and ran into the kitchen to write for thirteen minutes. And that's history. Quite frankly, if I may quote exactly what I wrote, as a little comment, before I started putting the fic down on paper, "I'm supposed to be trying to sleep, but inspiration hit." Now, at least, I hope it was inspiration, and not hallucination, because if it was a hallucination, I should probably try to figure out what caused it. And duplicate the effect every time I get writer's block. Even now, at this instant, I have no idea what I'm saying. I'll read it over later to make sure most of this is true. And spelled correctly.
I like to spell things correctly, unless it's a name. Names are fair game. You may have noticed that I spelled Cye "Sai" in this fic. I do that on occasion. My obscure, strange logic notes that if people are divided over that fact, I may as well spell it either way. Same goes for Rowen. I think. In fact, some of my friends insist that it's Sai. The rest of my friends have no idea what I'm talking about when I ask them whether Yuli should die. In fact, when I ran into one of the kids in my Chinese class in KB Toys on my birthday, I was holding the only Ronin Warriors thing I could find. He thought I was nuts. There was a sale. Ronin Warriors action figures, three for ten dollars. Unfortunately, there was only one. And my Ryo action figure makes a cameo appearance in this story. I spent about half an hour trying to figure out how to get that dang armor on, and longer trying to get it off when I realized that if I wanted to play with it, and still keep the pieces safe, it would be a good idea to put the armor in a safe place. As far as I know, it's still on my floor.
I also apologize to those of my friends who I put in here without completely asking them first. I did say they'd all be in here, well, most of the nutty ones, anyway, because it is necessary to follow the truth. That schedule really is my Thursday schedule for the rest of this month, and then it'll change. We will no longer have long computer class on Thursdays. It will be long health class. Someone please tear up the diagrams. Actually, Health wasn't that bad. And having Art this quarter was kinda fun. Boy, I should really have tried posting this muuuuuch earlier.
I used mostly fake names in this story, although some of the names were a close approximation to people's real names. Cole, for instance. I used middle names, changed letters to make new names, brought out pieces of last names . . . and changed letters to make the same name but different spelling. The only people in here, as far as I can remember, who have their real names in here, consented to it, except for Max. When I learn how to speak cat, I'll ask him. Ian cheerfully said I could use his real name. For fear, I'm not using my boyfriend's name at all. *grin* I mean, I wouldn't want to involve him too much in the fic. After all, it might be traumatic. He already took the fact that I said the boys were cuter than him quite well. And yes, I sent him a pic of them. *Open mouth, insert foot here*
I spent many nights and days on this fic, trying to find some
point at which I could find a stopping point. I found several,
but discovered that I was still too curious about what was going
to happen. A plot would have been helpful at those points. The
Sunday after I started this fic, I actually spent about four or
five hours total working on it. I had nothing else to do. That
lovely writing session turned out about eleven pages of fic,
which took me forever to type up. I am truly sorry that I took so
long describing gym class. I guess the horrors stand out in the
mind the most. At the moment that I am typing this apology, I was
actually planning to work on typing up what I've got written so
far of the fic. So essentially, there's still a potential for me
to write about another fifty pages of fic. Please don't hurt me.
(Note: that was a longer apology than I meant to do. Much
longer than a note. Plus, I have more to write under the apology,
but I won't do so. I think that if you've read the fic, and this
apology, without screaming and trying to kill yourself, you
deserve a break. So I'm giving you one. I'll shut up now.)
(Note2: I meant to end on that note, really, I did, but I
forgot something. This fic gives explicit directions as to my
schedule, who my friends are, where I have my gym class, and
where I sit at lunch, if not the real name of my school. In fact,
I don't think I actually have said the name of my school once in
this fic. Or the names of my teachers. Please, I must really let
you know, if you come into my school with a gun, I'll be the one
holding a "Hell is other people" sign. Don't shoot.
I've got bardic immunity.)
(Note3: I meant to end on that note again, but today, when I
am writing an addition to my apology, is currently January 22. I
must celebrate, because oh, maybe a week ago, I went to KB Toys
again, and got myself Sage and Cale. (Had argument with my mom on
whether it was okay for someone my age to be buying action
figures. She said that if I really wanted them, it was my money,
but I shouldn't slouch, it makes me look immature. Ha.) They
really messed up on Sage's stats, but otherwise, I must say, his
armor fits better than Ryo's. And every time I get the chance
now, I will be going to KB Toys. I will not rest until I have all
of them! MUAHAHAHA! Whoops. . .)
(Note4: Today is currently June 11th, 2000. It is approximately 4:15 AM. I need sleep. I need to do work. I'm uploading this file as soon as I finish this note. I still have to figure out how to get a normal night's sleep. I started writing this fic over six months ago. I am a pathetic wuss. Thank you. By the way, some of the people's names in here, their other nicknames sound much better, but some of them are too bizarre to use in a fic like this.)