Make sure you have at least 30 minutes of free time for this thing.

Meet the New Mew Mew! - Audio MST/Summary
Too lazy to download it?  Listen to it HERE then, you lazies.

The actual badfic in question can be found here, along with the script for the audio summary (despite my saying the written word was no longer 'in').

Warnings:  Occasional cursing, and my attempting and failing to pronounce very long and complicated Japanese words.  XD





It's at this point that I admit that my MSTs and summaries are merely a more eloquent version of trolling.

A concept which I'm oddly at ease with.

...  *trolls*  :D

I'll post some stuff just to prove it!  It's all Zim stuff - I haven't really bothered working on any Tokyo Mew Mew MSTs as of yet.  I'm mostly trying to finish what I've already started.  >_>


[This is where I put some text to separate everything.  ...I'M INGENIOUS!]


[This is where I put some text to separate everything.  ...I'M INGENIOUS!]


[This is where I put some text to separate everything.  ...I'M INGENIOUS!]


[This is where I put some text to separate everything.  ...I'M INGENIOUS!]


And that's all I got for now.  I HOPE YOU'RE ALL HAPPY.  >[

*And then Krys goes to sleep*

Krys:  Whoamygaa, it's another bad story to MST!
Kish:  ((mildly))  We're all thrilled.  Really.
((silence))
Kish:  Oh, yeah.  ((claps blandly))  Woohoo.
Krys:  …Thanks for the hit to my ego.  Anyhow, this one is…well…just too bad for words.
Zakuro:  And yet you could easily describe how bad it was with that statement.  Odd.
Krys:  Yeah, yeah.  Whatever.  Hey, where's Ichigo?
Kish:  Boss replaced her with Minto for the time being. 
((Minto, seated nearby, gives a subconscious wave without looking up from the book she's reading.))
Kish:  She said we needed less one-sided flirting between me and Ichigo.  Replacing Ichigo with Minto was perfect for that.  Also, we apparently needed more sarcasm for the MST.  And Minto's perfect for that, too.
((more silence))
Krys:  Wait, we have a boss?  O_o
Zakuro:  Uh…yeah.  YOU.  u_U;
((yet more silence))
Krys:  …Oh.  Right.  But why'd Kish call me Boss?
Kish:  Because you TOLD us to call you that before you started MSTing this thing.  u___u
((even more silence, cuz silence is oh-so-fun!))
Krys:  I totally knew that.  :|
Kish:  Of course you did.  ((not convinced))
Minto:  Well, that's finished.  ((tosses the book aside))  Can we get this over with?  I have more important things to do.
Krys:  Ditto.
Kish:  Pokemon?  ._o
Krys:  What?  No.  U_u  ((bops him))  Okay, Bob, get in here and do your job!
Bob:  ((sighs and mutters something about 'not getting paid enough for this crap'))  Krys doesn't own Tokyo Mew Mew or its characters, nor does she own the fanfics she's MSTing/insulting.  The only thing she owns here is the MST itself.  Suing her will end up with the theft of something important, I guess.
Krys:  Indeed.  Now, let's get this crapfic rolling!

FIC LABELS:  EES, NPS, INRE, GDP, URA, 4KV, CEE, SOS, MNL, OOC, PWP2, DST, NDW, THD, TUF, CFE, and N@OC.
FIC RATING:  PG
MST RATING:  Probably higher than PG.


Overall Fic Rating - 8.  Terrible, terrible, terrible.  Out-of-character to a major fault, and just plain stupid to boot.  Not to mention how it was worded as though a ten-year-old was writing it.  Might explain the lack of experience in romantic matters, though...

Next MST is stupidly long; it'll probably take ages to get out unless I post it up chapter by chapter.  I'd think of something witty to post here to make up for your wait, but I really can't be assed.  Honestly, you should know me well enough to tell that I'm completely ashamed of myself (and also that I'm being completely sarcastic as I type this).  ...Oh, lookie here!  It's something vaguely witty!  I'd better stop now before I get ahead of myself.  See you in the next MST!  :D

I figured this would make it easier to navigate through the insanity.  It'll be updated as more MSTs are posted.

First off is the actual MST information, of course.  That's important.

And now for the actual MSTs (in order of when they were posted).  I've added my own thoughts on each MST, because I'm a loser.  :D

Never say never my love (TMM)

( Krys's thoughts )

Deception (IZ)

( Krys's thoughts )

The Love of Lettuce (TMM)

( Krys's thoughts )

Just Your Average Girl (TMM)

( Krys's thoughts )

Stop telling me what to do (IZ)

( Krys's thoughts )   

A New Life (IZ)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Ending Note

( Krys's thoughts )

Grr's Big Day Out

( Krys's thoughts )   

The Zim, The Dib, and The What! (IZ)
Chapter One - Part One
Chapter One - Part Two

( Krys's thoughts )

Awakaning Love of the Rich (TMM)

( Krys's thoughts )

Meet the New Mew Mew! (TMM) - Audio MST/Summary

( Krys's thoughts )

And, as an added bonus, I'll give a bit of a look into what I'll be posting up (hopefully) soon.  They're in no particular order.  (Edit:  I added on a couple more, and marked the progress of everything.)

( MSTs to come )

More to come later, I guess.  In the meantime, make sure to eat all your vegetables.

And one more thing, that thing being something a friend told me, which in turn reminded me to say this: Yes, I KNOW that there's more MST than actual fic.  Yes, I find it totally hilarious.  YES, I'M A LOSER WHO HAS NO LIFE.  KTHNXBAI.  8D

Krys:  Welcome to the second part of 'The Zim, The Dib, and The What!' MST; AKA HELL.
Tak:  I can certainly agree with that last bit...
((Zim and Dib nod blandly.))
Krys:  Yes, yes, you're a whiner, blah, blah, cheese and whine.  TIME FOR MST.

If you haven't read the first part, click here.  Otherwise, you'll probably be only slightly confused.


Rating for this chapter (yes, I’m rating them separately…) – My Irk, if I could give over a ten, I would. No plot, no reasoning for Zim and Dib being together, that HORRIBLE self-insert, the excessive mistakes with verbs, everyone was OOC (even Gir, kinda), and…it's…it's just bad, okay? x_x;

The second chapter to this, and/or another MST, will be out eventually. In the meantime, remember to send what horrible IZ fics you stumble upon my way. I'll also accept Tokyo Mew Mew fics, Azumanga Daioh fics (I forgot to mention that originally...I'd better fix that), Pokemon fics, and Samurai Jack fics, as well as some other crap. I'd rather they be short-like, or one-shots, but longer fics are okay, too. It's just that they take longer to get out. …Well, that was certainly redundant. I should shoot myself. :\

Zim: ((looks around and realizes where he is)) Oh, NO… Not another MST… ((whines and slumps lower in his chair))
Tak: Well, it can't be all that bad…
Krys: Oh, yes it can! :D
Dib: Really? How so? U_u
Krys: I've got your least favorite kind of fic to MST today. :3
((silence))
Zim: It's not one of…THOSE…is it? ((looks rather sick to his squeedlyspooch))
Krys: Eh. You'll have to wait and see.
Dib: If it's what it most likely is, I'm going to completely disregard the fact that I'm a pacifist and beat the metaphorical crap out of you. >|
((Krys merely shrugs in response to this, and Bob wanders in a moment later.))
Bob: KRYS OWNS NOTHING~! ((flies away))
IZ characters: WTF. o.O;

FIC LABELS – EES, NPS, NCS, INRE, URA, CEE, IUN, MNL, OOC, BWS, PWP1, PWP2, DST, WGO?, THD, TUF, CFE, OCA, CR, and SI. A large majority of the labels. Scary, yes?
FIC RATING – PG-13
MST RATING – Probably high.

Note:  This thing was so damn long that I had to split it up into two parts.  The concept of how long this piece of crap fanfic really was makes my brain hurt.


The link to the second part will go here!  HERE IT IS!  :D

Krys: ((super mockingly cheerful)) Are you guys ready for a THIRD POSTED INVADER ZIM MST?! >w<
IZ Characters: ((in forcefully cheerful tones)) Boy oh boy, yes! :D
Krys: Well get into your seats and get ready to read a steaming pile of crap, cuz this fanfic's HELLA bad! ^___^
Zim: I can't think of anything else I'd rather do than MST bad fanfics to death! ((forces smile)) Isn't that right, buddy? ((puts arm around Dib's shoulder))
Dib: ((mockingly happy)) Oh, yeah! I just can't wait for the fun to get underway, bestest friend Zim! It's going to be oh-so-great!
Tak: Okay, okay, this is getting creepy. Let's just quit while we're ahead. ._o
((Zim and Dib immediately shove themselves apart, looking disgusted.))
Dib: Krys, I really wish you would stop messing around with your authoress powers.
Krys: It's habit. I'm so used to being an all-powerful authoress that I just can't help myself. You're just lucky I haven't forced you and Zim together yet. ((smiles sweetly))
((Zim shudders in horror, and Dib pales slightly.))
Dib: …Yet?
Krys: Don't worry, I won't do anything. I wouldn't want to frighten the readers.
Tak: ((scoffs)) As though people are actually reading this.
Krys: ((pitifully)) I think Emi is… ._.
Zim: Oh, wow! One of your immediate friends is reading your MST! How impressive! Zim shivers before the amazingness that is Krys!
Tak: HEY! Sarcasm is my forte, not yours, Zim!
Krys: ((clears throat loudly)) Hey! Bob! Get out here, ya lazy bum!
Bob: ((wanders in, slurping at an Ice-Sucky)) Yeah, whaddaya want? U_u
((Krys glares evilly at Bob.))
Bob: …Oh, right. ((tosses Ice-Sucky to the side)) Krys doesn't own Invader Zim or the fanfics she's MSTing. She only owns the MST itself. Suing will end up with the stealing of whatever Krys wants, I guess.
Krys: I like panties. :|
((silence))
Dib: Um.
Krys: 'Specially Zim in panties.
Dib and Tak: UM.
((Zim merely blinks.))
Krys: …PANTZ'N TIME! >w<
Dib and Tak: NO! NOT AGAIN! O___O;
((Krys yanks down Zim's pants.))
Zim: What are you DOING, vile girl-creature?! AWAY WITH YOU! ((slaps at her))
Krys: …Silly Zim! Black panties are far too mature for you! :o
((Zim promptly punches her in the face.))
Dib: Wait… Why is Zim wearing panties anyways? It's not like he NEEDS them. ._o;
Tak: Authoress powers, remember?
Dib: …KRYS! >|
((Krys looks down at her feet in mock shame.))

FIC LABELS – EES, NPS, INRE, URA, 4KV, CEE, IUN, SOS, MNL, CC, PWP2, WGO?, DST, CHR, THD, NDW, and ESC.  For info on the MST tags, click here.
FIC RATING – I think it was G. I'm too lazy to check, though.
MST RATING – G. For once. :\


Rating for this fic: 8. It's just…dumb. And bad. Continual misspelling of a character's name, no punctuation sense whatsoever, and just a long streaming trail of confusing word salad.

The next MST…It'll probably be out SOMEDAY. I dunno… Just…go find yourself some popcorn (or pope-corn, if you will), sit yourself down, and prepare yourself for a little bit of waiting time. Whatever.

Krys:  And finally, we reach the thrilling (ha!) conclusion of 'A New Life', which...uh...didn't have a climax or rising action at all in the first place.  What the hell.  Also, for those who give a crap, here's the previous chapters in order.  ZIM!  Bring in the link thing!
Zim:  Uh-huh.  ((drags in a blackboard that somehow has hyperlinks on it))

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

Krys:  And now that those are done, get ready for the final portion of the 'A New Life' MST!
Tak:  And it's about time!
Krys:  ...Uh...where's Dib?
Zim:  Sleeping like the lazy meat-slab he is.  Ugh, look at him.  ((points at Dib, who's currently sleeping under the table))  Isn't that just pitiful?
((silence))
Krys:  HEY!  NO ONE sleeps in my MSTs!  ((starts kicking Dib - not enough to hurt, but it is rather obnoxious))
Dib:  Noooo...GO AWAY...
Krys:  We have an MST to finish!  One more bit for this fic and we're DONE.
Dib:  Mrf...fine...  ((grumpily gets into his chair))

( A New Life (End Note) )

Rating for this fic – 10. For various reasons. One being the Mary-Sue. Seriously people, NO ONE LIKES THEM. Two being lots of bad grammar. People don't like bad grammar either. Three being the various – and occasionally rather amusing – spelling errors. Krys especially hates spelling errors, because spelling is pretty easy and not hard to remember, except for with words like…like…oh, whatever, you get the point. ((grumbles irritably)) Fourth reason being the overall stupidity of this fic. Idiotic plot stuff. Out-of-character horribleness. Just plain…dumb, really. >_>

Next MST will probably be finished and out pretty quickly, actually. It's a relatively short fic. Still full of stupid, though. While you wait, make sure to stock up on supplies. We may be in this bomb shelter for a long time. …I mean – uh – keep your arms and legs inside the fanfic at all times, and whatever you do, don't raise your hands. They'll get knocked off by evil death bees. …Cuz Jhonen likes those. :\

Krys:  Chapter FIVE of 'A New Life'.  And if you thought Chapter Four was bad, just wait till you see this one.
Dib:  How much more of this do we have to suffer through?
Krys:  Ehh...just this chapter, and then the authoress note.
Tak:  Why are we MSTing the authoress note?
Krys:  Because it's part of the fanfic, and it's STUPID.  And if that's not a good enough reason for you, well then, there's just something wrong with you.
Zim:  You're not really one to judge when it comes to things being wrong with people.  ._o
Krys:  Says the homicidal egomaniac defective.
Zim:  ZIM?!  DEFECTIVE?!  LIIIIES!  ((chucks the fanfic at Krys))
Krys:  HOLY-!  ((dodges it))  Be careful where you throw that thing!  You could really hurt someone throwing that lump of stupid!
Zim:  You called me a defective!  D<
Dib:  ((holding Zim back by his collar))  Krys, do you even TRY to get along with other people?
Krys:  ((matter-of-factly))  No.
Tak:  You might want to work on that...
Krys:  Mmhmm.  ((could obviously care less))

( A New Life (Ch. 5) )

The last bit of the 'A New Life' MST will be up in just a bit.  BE HAPPY.

Tak:  And here we have the fourth chapter of 'A New Life', a fanfic which - after the third chapter here - has recently crashed through the metaphorical glass roof that is the height of stupidity, reaching new realms of idiocy for us unfortunate MSTers to explore.
Dib:  Why isn't Krys doing the introduction?
Tak:  I stabbed her.
((silence))
Dib:  You know she'll just come back to life in a few minutes, right?  u_u
Tak:  Yes, but...it made this torment seem somewhat worth it.
Dib:  And where's Zim?
Tak:  I told him to get some towels.  Krys had a bit more blood than I originally thought.
Krys:  I'm eighty percent blood, to be exact.
Tak:  Oh, look who's back.  ((rolls eyes))
Dib:  Humans aren't eighty percent blood, Krys.  I think you mean water.  And it's...more than eighty percent.
Krys:  No, no.  Eighty percent blood.  I'm pretty sure of it.
Dib:  Whatever...
((Zim wanders in, literally covered with towels; he looks vaguely like Cousin It...only with towels instead of hair.))
Tak:  ...I don't think we needed that many, Zim.
Zim:  Oh, NOW you tell me!
Krys:  HEY!  Let's start the MST, people!
Dib:  But...what about all the blood?
Krys:  Zim can clean it up later.
Zim:  Why must ZIM clean up this filth?!
Krys:  LESS WHINING.  MORE MSTING.

( A New Life (Ch. 4) )

Next chapter will be up.  ...OR WILL IT?!

Krys: Welcome, all, to the THIRD chapter of 'A New Life' (second chapter was here), and I can assure you, all of us here in Dib's kitchen are wondering why the HELL it WON'T END.
Dib: Honestly. The stupidity of this fanfic rivals Krys's.
Krys: Hey, at least I'm grammatically correct most of the time.
Tak: Just because you're grammatically correct doesn't mean you aren't stupid. O_o
Zim: ((suddenly shrieks in terror)) THE THIRD CHAPTER IS ATTACKING!
((And suddenly the third chapter of the MST starts.))


Next MST chapter will be up in...soon.

Krys: Second chapter of A New Life. HOOOOORAY. You can find the first MST chapter here.  Also, apparently the authoress took the fic down.
Tak: ((looks positively thrilled)) Really?!
Krys: Yep. I went to check if it updated, and I couldn't find it anywhere. xD
Zim: It was probably reported for its utter stupidness.
Krys: I don't know if you can actually do that on the site, but...whatever. Works for me.
Dib: Can we just hurry up and get this chapter over and done with? x_x
Zim:  You're such a whiner.  :<
Tak:  Seriously.  ((rolls eyes))


Next chapter to be up in some kinda few minutes.

Krys: Oh, yah! Back from the dead with another MST!
Dib: Back from…the dead…? ._o You're a zombie?
Krys: Nah. My dad's king of the demon world, though. ((smiles blankly))
((silence))
Dib: You're…crazy… o_o
Krys: Yes, I am! Isn't it wonderful?! >w<
Tak: I never thought I'd meet someone who enjoyed their own insanity. …Well… Besides Zim. But he doesn't know he's insane… --;
Dib: That's too bad…
Krys: It's also too bad that he got turned into a five hundred year old eccentric millionaire.
Zim: YYeEeSSSss, I AM INCLINED TO AGREE! ((spills scalding hot tea everywhere))
((More silence. Dib raises an eyebrow. Meanwhile, Tak is looking increasingly annoyed.))
Tak: …If that's a reference, I'm going to hit you, Krys. u_u
((Krys shrugs helplessly.))
Tak: In fact, I think I'll hit you anyways.
((Tak hits Krys with…uh…a plastic shovel, I guess.))
Krys: Well…time for the MST. It's got lots of Mary-Sue fun. Which is horrible and dumb and I hate it. :|
Others: ((blandly)) Yay…
Krys: OI! BOB!
Bob: ((skulks in)) What do YOU want? I'm busy hanging out with Joe! U_u
((Krys glares at him. Meanwhile, from the background, Bob's "friend" *cough*boyfriend*cough* is whining about their "hanging out" *cough*facesucking*cough* being interrupted.))
Bob: ((sighs)) I hate my job… ((clears throat)) Krys doesn't own anything except for the MST bits themselves, suing will end up causing some sort of horrible, clothing-rending experience.
Krys: Pants are NICE. I EAT them. >|
Bob: Yes, yes, that's wonderful. Now leave me alone. ((runs off to continue "hanging out" *cough*MAKINGOUT*cough* with Joe))
Krys: Lawrl. Bob, you're so gay. 8D
Dib: It seems that most of your characters are gay. Why is that?
Krys: Because I'm bent on whacking the entire world with a gay stick.
Dib: …That doesn't even make sense. U.u
Krys: Shut up or I'll pair you with Zim for this MST. >|
((Dib immediately shuts up, looking about as horrified as Zim is at Krys's threat.))

FIC LABELS – EES, INRE, GDP, URA, 4KV, CEE, IUN, MNL, OOC, PWP2, OUP, WGO?, NDW and/or THD, NYF (Not sure if it will be updated again or if it's over. It's written so badly I can't tell.), OCA, MS, ESC/ADD, and CR.  For info on the MST tags, click here.
FIC RATING – G; for 'Grotesque mutilation of the English language at a kindergarten level'. Or maybe 'G' for 'God-awful'.
MST RATING – PG-13. We're all turning into potty-mouths. :D …Of couse, if Jhonen had been given the chance to be as Jhonen-y as he wanted with Invader Zim, there might have been cursing in it anyways… There's cursing in Squee after all, and Squee’s like…what…9 or 10? >_>

( A New Life )

Next chapter will be up in...about ten minutes or so.

Krys: This MST caused a lot of discomfort. It - like several other MSTs I’m working on - was sent to me anonymously, and as it turns out, I somewhat-vaguely know the authoress, and I personally like what stories of hers I’ve read (save for the occasional misspelling and grammar errors). I should’ve expected something like that to happen when I made a certain solemn vow; anything I’m sent, I’ll do my best to MST. And, well…it’d be kind of pathetic if I suddenly went against that.
Tak: You brought it upon yourself, then.
Krys: ...Yeah, pretty much. ._.; I forced myself to do this one, though, and it hopefully won’t make any certain people angry. Remember, it’s all in good fun! Oh, and also, I should probably look into rewording that little vow of mine so as to avoid this kind of problem. ((sighs in irritation at her own stupidity)) So anyways, I must warn the three of you, due to your excessive immaturity ((Tak scoffs at this)) that this particular MST contains a sorta-lemon.
((The IZ characters look confused.))
Tak: …Lemon? ._o
Zim: That fruit thing? ((blinks bemusedly))
Dib: What are you talking about, Krys? o_O;
Krys: Heh, heh…you'll see… Oh, how you will see… ((chuckles evilly)) For those reading this MST, I'd like to warn you ahead of time that this is not only a somewhat-lemon, but it is ZADR as well. ((smirks))
Tak: What is…ZADR?
Dib: ((ponders its meaning)) Well…if it has anything to do with our show, the 'Z' probably stands for Zim, and the 'D' probably stands for my name.
Zim: What about the 'A' and the 'R'? ._o
Dib: That's what I don't get. I'd have to think about it for a momen- ((stops short)) …Oh, no. …Hell, no. It better not be what I think it is. ((whirls to Krys)) It's not…THAT, is it?
Krys: Silly Dib. I've already told you I don't answer questions with straight answers.
Dib: Oh, for CRYING OUT LOUD! >_o;
Tak: Well, what is it?!
Dib: Just…NEVER MIND! It…probably isn't what I think it is! It better not be! ><;
Zim: Better not be WHAT? U_u
Dib: NOTHING! *___*;
Krys: Heh. >w<; Hey, Bob! Get in here and do your job!
Bob: Yes'm. ((salutes)) Krys doesn't own these fanfics, or Invader Zim and its characters. Only the MST part itself belongs to Krys in any way, shape, or form. Suing Krys will end up with her stealing whatever bodily part or clothing she chooses.
Krys: I'm after the pancreas now.
Zim: Why?
Krys: So I can help Sylvia with her pancreas-chewing dilemma. :|
((silence))
((The others back away from her slowly.))

FIC LABELS – EES (almost, at least), NPS, INRE, URA, CEE, SOS, MNL, WGO?, OOC, BWS, PWP1, PWP2, OUP, DST, NDW and/or THD, TUF, CFE, and a new one: COS – Crapped-Out Scene.
FIC RATING – I think it was posted as R, but it's more of PG-13. :\
MST RATING – Most likely R.

EDIT:  Unfortunately, I was unable to save the usual MST format, as Livejournal sucks and wouldn't let me keep the fic itself in bold and the MST in normal print due to the post being 'too large'.  I find this completely retarded.  Livejournal should NOT have a limit to journal sizes.  What the hell.  ...Well, I hope it's not too confusing to read.  Shouldn't be.  ...I hope.  >_>



Rating for this fic – 6.5. Mostly due to the crapped-out scene and the lack of plot without porn. There was no reason for Zim to want to do that with Dib in the first place, and to me, 'really wanting it' just doesn't cut it. Also, there were a lot of literacy errors, but most of them weren't too bad. I thought they were kinda funny, myself.

The next MST will be finished eventually. Like…when Krys gets off her lazy ass to post it. During your most likely long wait, please don't drink and drive, and make sure to brush your teeth. Also, smoking is bad. And emo-ing. Cutting your wrists is painful, children. Besides that, you need to stop bleeding. You're giving the environment AIDS.

Krys:  Well, well, here we are again with another MST.  This one...PRETTY bad.  ._o
Zakuro:  Well, if it wasn't, you probably wouldn't MST it.  -_-;
Krys:  I guess not...  I'm starting to think having ratings from 5 down isn't really necessary.  But...whatever.  I'm lazy and don't feel like changing it officially.  ((shrug))
Kish:  Hey, can we just hurry up and get this over with?
Ichigo:  Yeah, I've got a date.
((silence))
Krys:  Okay, that's it, we're going to be spending a lot of time on this one.  Making sure to get it perfect.  ...You know.  Like...awesome perfect.  ((looks as though she doesn't even know what she's talking about))
Zakuro:  Get WHAT perfect?  ._o  There's only so much you can do with an MST...
Krys:  ((not even listening))  Mm-hmm.
Ichigo:  But...I've got a date...
Krys:  I don't like figs.
Ichigo:  Wha...huh?  O.o;
Krys:  Figs.  I don't like them.
Kish:  ((sighs and shakes head))
Bob:  ((wanders in))  Krys doesn't own TMM or the fanfics she's MSTing.  She gets nothing out of MSTing them either, except for a couple of cheap laughs...maybe a few flames, I dunno...  And your socks.
Krys:  Hats.
Bob:  Huh?
Krys:  I want HATS.
Bob:  FINE.  HATS.  u___u
Krys:  WORD!  >w<

LABELS-  EES, INRE, NPS, NCS, GDP, CEE, 4KV, URA, CFE, IUN, MNL, OOC, THD, NDW, OCA, NYF, and GS.  For info on the MST tags, click here I guess.
FIC RATING- I actually think this one was PG.  ...For 'Pathetic Gary-Stu'.  But seriously, I think it was PG...
MST RATING- PG-13.  For more vulgar (though censored) cursing, some violence, and a HARRY POTTER SPOILER OMG.  If you don't want spoilers for the 6th book, you may want to avoid reading this.  Sorry.  :\


The insanity will continue in approximately 3.2 eternities.  Once Krys gets off her lazy ass to work on the next TMM MST, that is.  Anymoo, before heading into the hyperspace warp that leads into the future where the next chapter has most likely been posted, make sure to fasten your seatbelts and put your seats into the upright position.  To work your seatbelt, simply place the metal slab into the buckle.  But really, if you don't know how to work a seatbelt, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised.  Make sure, when leaving the hyperspace expressway in Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha, that you take all possessions with you off of the craft, as anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight attendants.  ...Please do not leave children or spouses.  ...We don't want them.  Thank you and enjoy your flight, and don't worry, the collision with the singularity at the center of the hyperspace warp that will end up destroying our craft is a completely normal occurrence.

FIC RATING: 8-  ...Why was this written?  It's total crapola!  >_o  ((Ichigo smirks, having predicted that the fic wouldn't receive less than a 7.  And somehow, she was right...))

Krys:  Okay, it's about time for another MST.  This time, it's a really short, but VERY badly written one-shot!  It's.  HORRIBLE.
Kish:  And it's impossible to tell who's talking.  @_@;
Zakuro:  Joy, oh joy.  ((sighs))
Ichigo:  I want to take a nap...
Krys:  Too bad.
Bob:  Krys doesn't own Tokyo Mew-Mew or the fanfics.  Only the MST in general.  Suing her will end up with her stealing your pants.
Krys:  Why would I steal someone's pants?  O_o
Bob:  ...But...in the last TMM MST, that's what you said you wanted!
Krys:  I want socks, not pants!
Bob:  Ugh...make up your mind...

LABELS- NPS, INRE, EES, GDP, 4KV, CEE, SOS, MNL, CC, WST?, OOC, PWP2, WGO?, THD, NDW, TUF, and CFE.  For more info on the MST tags, click here.
FIC RATING- I believe it was G.  I'd go back and check, but I'm lazy.  :\
MST RATING- PG.  For slight cursing, as usual.  Also for violence and Krys having a gay stick.  ._o


Next chapter will be up within the next millennia.  Don't do anything stupid during your wait and do not try to stuff peas up your nose to pop them out of your eyeballs, especially during funerals.  It's pretty gross and it's kinda humanely impossible, so you'll just end up wasting your time.  Well, thanks for reading, I guess, and enjoy your wait or...whatever.  o.o

FIC RATING:  9-  What the hell is this s***?!  Is this an actual FANFIC?!

Krys:  All RIGHT!  Time to Mystery Science Theatre the CRAP out of some horrible Invader Zim fanfics!  Awesome!  >w<
Zim:  Eh?  ((looks around, looking a mix of both shocked and confused))  I was just in my labs!  What happened?!  WHERE AM I?!  O_o
Dib:  ((wanders around his suddenly new surroundings in utter confusion))  Huh...?  ((notices Zim))  ZIM!  *__*
Zim:  ((not really paying attention))  Mm-hmm.  I sure am Zim...  |3
Tak:  ...Well, I don't know where I am or why I'm here, but anywhere is better than Planet Dirt.  >_>;
Krys:  Hey, all!  ((waves all friendly-like))
((Zim, Dib, and Tak stare at Krys blankly))
Dib:  ((hesitantly))  Hello...
Krys:  How would the three of you feel about insulting the crap out of tragically bad IZ stories?
Tak:  Sure, whatever.  It'll be better than cleaning.
Zim:  Why would I insult stories of the almighty ZIM?  o.o
Krys:  Because they're badly written and the people writing them rarely keep you in character.
Zim:  ...But-
Krys:  Trust me, Zim.  They're bad.  Like...crappy bad.
Zim:  ((starts to say something, but isn't quite sure how to respond))
Dib:  Well...I don't really have anything else to do, so I'll stay here...  I can keep an eye on Zim, at least.  And Tak, too, I guess.  ((shrugs))
Krys:  Well, good.  Cuz I was going to keep the three of you here regardless.  ((The Invader Zim characters take a moment to look both agitated and confused))  AND NOW!  TO START THE MST!
Zim:  You can't keep ZIM here!  ~_~
Krys:  Oh, yeah?  Well, I have godly authoress powers.  So THERE.
Zim:  ((GASP!))  ...What are those?  ._o
Tak:  Nothing to worry about, Zim...  Just...forget about it, before you short out your pathetic brain.  -_-;
Zim:  >_o  ((is about to go on a long, not-exactly-threatening rant when Disclaimer crashes in on a rocket of flaming cheese))
Dib:  OMIGOD, A ROCKET OF FLAMING CHEESE!  *__*;  ...Waitaminute.  A person...named Disclaimer?!  O__o
Krys:  Actually, his name is Bob.  We established that fact in the last MST, Dib.  Geez.  Keep up.  U.u
Dib:  Wha...huh?  ((is relatively confused))
Bob:  He wasn't...in the last MST series...  The last MST series you did involved Tokyo Mew Mew, anyways.  Not Invader Zim.  o.o
Krys:  Shut up and do your job.
Bob:  Right-o.  Krys doesn't own Invader Zim, or the fics she's MSTing.  She just wants to MST them because they're...well...not exactly good and she needs a cheap laugh right about now.  Suing her will end up with her stealing your...uh...  ((looks over at Krys))
Krys:  Hair.  ((nods))
Bob:  ...Hair.  ._o;
Tak:  Why...hair...?
Krys:  ((pats Tak on the shoulder))  Don't ask questions, my alien friend.  It's better that you don't know the answers.  ((mysterious smile))
((Tak looks rather disturbed, and she scoots back from Krys slightly))
Krys:  Anyhow, to basically explain what we're doing for those who probably don't get it-  ((coughs Zim's name rather obviously before continuing)) –we're going to point out all of the horrible grammar and spelling errors in these fics, whilst making fun of any and all stupidness in them as well.  So basically...the only rules you have to remember are, what we're doing is completely legal, and...uh... FREE SPEECH, BABY!  >w<;  ...Oh, yeah.  And you guys aren't allowed to kill each other or be overly uncivil.
Zim:  Wha-?!
Krys:  On the other hand, you can do whatever you want with me to vent your frustrations and whatnot.  It's not like I'll mind.  After all, the person you're speaking to now isn't even the authoress of the MST.  Technically, I'm just her persona.  ^_^
Tak:  ...Um.
((Dib scratches his head, slightly confused.))
Krys:  So remember, kiddies, this world is made of...LOVE AND PEACE!  >w<
((The Invader Zim characters grimace, seeing now that they have to spend the whole MST with this completely insane, and most likely homicidal, sociopath.))

FIC LABELS: NPS, INRE, GDP, 4KV, EES, IUN, MNL, OOC, PWP2, OUP, THD, and NYF.  For more information on the tags and whatnot, check this thing out.
FIC RATING:  Probably G.  :\
MST RATING:  Probably not G.  :\


Rating/Reasoning for this MST (ten being the worst, of course) – 7.  Not too bad, but still pretty bad.  The main reason this fic was MST'd was because not only was it using an over-used plotline, but it was a badly written attempt at using an over-used plotline.  Also, the characters weren't being very...in-character.

Next MST will be out within the next year or so.  Don't get impatient, and please don't win any Darwin Awards.  Unless you don't like the MST just because you think Krys is mean for poking fun at bad fanfics.  If that's the case, then Krys would appreciate it – recommend it, even – if you would win a Darwin award.  Preferably for shooting yourself in the mouth with a popgun and choking on the cork.  Have fun with that, by the way.  I'll certainly have fun reading about it as I completely ignore the fact that you're dead and continue to work on more MSTs.  ^_^

Krys:  Heh…I'm really sick of seeing so many horrible Tokyo Mew-Mew fics, so I scoured fanfiction.net for hours looking for the crappiest ones that deserved a serious MSTing!  ((laughs evilly))  Joining me in the MST are Kish, Ichigo, and Zakuro!  ^-^
Ichigo:  Uhhh...why me?
Krys:  Because.  Don't complain.
Zakuro:  Why me?  U_u
Krys:  Because you're good at insulting people.
Zakuro:  ...Point taken.
Kish:  Why me?!
Krys:  Cuz you're my favorite TMM character!  ^_^
Kish:  And that's...a good thing?  O.o
((Disclaimer walks in))
Disclaimer:  Umm...well...
Ichigo:  Wait...there's an actual PERSON named Disclaimer?!  O__o;
Disclaimer:  Actually, I prefer to be called Bob.
Ichigo:  o.o;
Bob:  Krys doesn't own Tokyo Mew-Mew or the fanfics.  She's just MSTing them.
Krys:  SCORE!  ((victory sign))  And if anyone tries to sue me, I shall STEAL THEIR PANTS! >:D
All:  O____o;;;

LABELS-  The fic in question for this MST is labeled as EES, NPS, NCS, INRE, GDP, URA, 4KV, CEE, IUN, MNL, CC, OOC, THP, WGO?, NDW, and CFE.  So…pretty much over half of the labels.  That's pretty impressive.  ...And BAD.  (For details on the MST tags, view my first journal entry.)
FIC RATING-  It was G, I believe.
MST RATING-  PG.  I only used a few small swears in here.  It'll get worse later on, though.  Cuz I'm a pottymouth.  :\


Next chapter will be up when I feel like it.  If you have any complaints, you are advised to go win a Darwin Award.  If you know of a crappy Tokyo Mew-Mew fanfic that you can't stand and want it MSTed to Hell, tell me what the name is or send it to me in an e-mail.  If it's one of mine, I'll still MST it, cuz I know I'm a crappy writer anyways!  XD  Now, REVIEW, or my ninja cupcakes will stalk you and attack you in the shower again.  :D

FIC RATING: 9.5 – Borderline between crap and total crap!  :D

This is where I'll be posting all my MSTs from now on.  I'm tired of dealing with all the HTML crap on deviantART.  So here, I'm going to post all the MST information itself.

First of all, the fandom's I'll do MSTs for.  They include (and ARE limited to) Invader Zim, Tokyo Mew Mew, Pokemon, Samurai Jack, Azumanga Daioh, and if I'm feeling daring, Ouran High Host Club (only seen the anime, though...).  If I'm really bored, I'll even do InuYasha or Naruto - only for the earlier seasons, though, as I gave up on those particular anime halfway through.  They were getting tiresome.  Also, if you JUST so happen to find any terrible fanfics for Graffiti Kingdom, I'll gladly do those, too.  I seriously doubt anyone even knows about that game, though.  Which is...kind of sad.  Despite the short length and terrible voice-acting, it's an awesome game.

Second, if you really feel like sending me a crappy fanfic you'd like me to MST the crud out of...feel free!  I'll do MSTs on anything, really, even my own writings (which I honestly think are crap anyway).  I don't care what the fic itself contains, I'm rather open-minded.  The only thing I ask is that you don't send me something REALLY FREAKIN' LONG.  I prefer one-shots, or at least something that won't take me weeks to finish.  The longer it takes for me to MST, the quicker I get sick of it.  xD;

Third is the MST tags themselves, AKA, the things you can expect there to be in an MST I've posted.  I'll link to this in every one so I can avoid typing everything out again.  I'm LAZY!  :D  Also, more will definitely be added over time.  HERE WE GO.


Remember, more will be added.  Hoooooray.

Okay, fourth is the rating system, which I came up with in all of about...five seconds.


And fifth-last, I'll post the characters I'll be teaming up with to MST, for no apparent reason.


One final note is the format of the MSTs themselves.  The MST'd fic in question is in a bold font, meanwhile, the MST itself is normal and in script format.  A second final note is that the disclaimer guy, Bob, belongs to me, Maylia/Amanda, and his boyfriend Joe.  Heh...Bob's obnoxious.  :3

ONE MORE THING.

"And then John was a zombie."