I’m about to stretch my liberal arts muscles a little bit, so this may be a bit dry and possibly pompous. Bear with me and I promise to make some kind of lewd comment at the end, possibly followed by a shouty non-sequitur. Good? Alright.
I remembered a few things this morning that I had intended to put into my post yesterday, so I’m making this a two-fer. That’s probably for the best - that last post would have been a serious wall of text if I’d added more to it. One thing I will revise about my customization review - I haven’t found a way to dye my clothes or transmute them (if I find a look I want but need the stats from something else). How am I supposed to cavort about the galaxy as the eyeball-shattering unholy spangled diva that I clearly am with these horrifyingly drab outfits? HOW?
I know what you’re thinking. “Fan fiction?! But that’s a cesspool of Mary Sues, horrifying slash, and rampant orgies thinly veiled as alien rituals!” And you would be correct to some degree. There is some really bad fanfic out there - I know because I’ve read quite a bit of it. My favorite was a Star Trek TNG fic where the main character, the most Mary Sue-est of Mary Sues, commits suicide with an eyelash and a thumbnail clipping to force Capt. Picard to forget his love for her and be comforted in the pillowy bosoms of Dr. Beverly Crusher.