As You Know, Narm pops up a lot in fiction. A scene just gets thrown at your face, and you laugh...when you weren't supposed to! It's not your fault! It's the fault of whoever made the scene in the first place!
Well...no more. Now, here's a game where you can finally strike back at Narm, and mock it with everything you've got!
Here's how it goes:
Put up the quote that created the Narm in the first place. I know Narm goes beyond written stuff, but it's a little easier to handle the written parts.
Laugh at it.
Rip into the quote and essentially pretend you're verbally grinding the character who said that into dust.
Try to treat this like a dialogue, with back and forth conversation.
Here's an example:
Pellaeon from Star WarsNew Jedi OrderDestiny's Way: "Every ruler should have a garden. It's always useful to draw lessons from nature...From a garden one learns to cull the weak and unfit, and to encourage the strong and the vigorous. An inferior bud soon feels the strength of my pinch!...Each receives its proper allotment of space and sunlight, and no more. That's fair, don't you think?"
You: Tee, hee...ha, ha, ha, HA, HA, HA, HAAAAAA...!
Pellaeon (confused): What's so amusing?
You: You! You sound like some college-level Neo-Fascist giving a speech like that!
Pellaeon (frowning): I beg your pardon?
You: Seriously, you put people in the same category as plants in a garden. You say "strong and vigorous" and "weak and unfit". You're a kriffing Imperial! What's your definition of "strong and vigorous" and "weak and unfit"?
Pellaeon (insulted): I am an Imperial, and I will have you know that those who obey law and order are strong and vigorous and those who embrace lawlessness and chaos are the weak and unfit.
You: Oh, really? Like when Alderaan got blown up by Tarkin for poodoo and giggles? Like when your "old girlfriend" Daala committed genocide several times and was Miss General Failure? I didn't see you do anything to stop them, Mister-I-Hate-Aliens! You don't know poodoo about gardens or taking care of them!
Pellaeon (beet red with anger): I was a soldier at the time and a soldier never contradicts his commanding officer! A soldier never shirks from his duty! You have much to learn from that!
You: The problem here is that everybody's got their own idea of what's a "plant" and what's a "weed". Obviously, we got different ideas of what those are. Oh, yeah, and your little speech is full of "Survival Of The Fittest" bantha bombs, and you know why it's all bantha bombs? Because all you really want is a government that's only got one kind of person and nothing else! All I have to do is figure out that one group's weakness and boom! There goes your government. At least with many types of people, the government doesn't go down easy. So, to answer your first question, no, I don't think that's fair.
[You turn your back on Pellaeon]
You: You stupid, pitiful, Fascist Imp.
[Pellaeon, furious, leaps at you. Expecting that, you quickly clasp your hands into a double-handed fist, spin around, and smash it into the side of his head. He drops like a rock and is now unconscious]
You (standing over him): I've been waiting to do that for years.
As You Know, Narm pops up a lot in fiction. A scene just gets thrown at your face, and you laugh...when you weren't supposed to! It's not your fault! It's the fault of whoever made the scene in the first place!
Well...no more. Now, here's a game where you can finally strike back at Narm, and mock it with everything you've got!
Here's how it goes:
Here's an example:
Pellaeon from Star Wars New Jedi Order Destiny's Way: "Every ruler should have a garden. It's always useful to draw lessons from nature...From a garden one learns to cull the weak and unfit, and to encourage the strong and the vigorous. An inferior bud soon feels the strength of my pinch!...Each receives its proper allotment of space and sunlight, and no more. That's fair, don't you think?"
You: Tee, hee...ha, ha, ha, HA, HA, HA, HAAAAAA...!
Pellaeon (confused): What's so amusing?
You: You! You sound like some college-level Neo-Fascist giving a speech like that!
Pellaeon (frowning): I beg your pardon?
You: Seriously, you put people in the same category as plants in a garden. You say "strong and vigorous" and "weak and unfit". You're a kriffing Imperial! What's your definition of "strong and vigorous" and "weak and unfit"?
Pellaeon (insulted): I am an Imperial, and I will have you know that those who obey law and order are strong and vigorous and those who embrace lawlessness and chaos are the weak and unfit.
You: Oh, really? Like when Alderaan got blown up by Tarkin for poodoo and giggles? Like when your "old girlfriend" Daala committed genocide several times and was Miss General Failure? I didn't see you do anything to stop them, Mister-I-Hate-Aliens! You don't know poodoo about gardens or taking care of them!
Pellaeon (beet red with anger): I was a soldier at the time and a soldier never contradicts his commanding officer! A soldier never shirks from his duty! You have much to learn from that!
You: The problem here is that everybody's got their own idea of what's a "plant" and what's a "weed". Obviously, we got different ideas of what those are. Oh, yeah, and your little speech is full of "Survival Of The Fittest" bantha bombs, and you know why it's all bantha bombs? Because all you really want is a government that's only got one kind of person and nothing else! All I have to do is figure out that one group's weakness and boom! There goes your government. At least with many types of people, the government doesn't go down easy. So, to answer your first question, no, I don't think that's fair.
[You turn your back on Pellaeon]
You: You stupid, pitiful, Fascist Imp.
[Pellaeon, furious, leaps at you. Expecting that, you quickly clasp your hands into a double-handed fist, spin around, and smash it into the side of his head. He drops like a rock and is now unconscious]
You (standing over him): I've been waiting to do that for years.
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