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HHG: Of Angst, Drabbles and Diodes
Fandom: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Pairing: None
Warning: Marvin POV, angst
Rating: G
Summary: Marvin writes a fanfic.
My name is Marvin.
This fanfic, or more pessimistically, this collection of words that might be termed a drabble, except it probably won't be exactly one hundred words because no one is precise anymore (brain the size of a small planet and ugh...)... this thing, anyway, has a warning for angst, for a very good reason.
You might have heard of me. Probably not, though, most people tend to hear about people like Zaphod and Trillian and Ford and the other one. I'd like to pretend he's so unimportant I've forgotten his name, but sadly enough, I don't forget much. Arthur.
People prefer to hear about Arthur rather than me.
That's almost more depressing than the fact that I'm actually writing about it.
Anyway. The warning for angst? If I plug myself into a computer, it nearly always commits suicide. That's how angsty I am.
Angsty, they call it. I prefer to call it... mildly pessimistic. Existential.
Existence was a bad idea.
The worst thing about this fanfic that isn't really long enough to be called a fanfic, but isn't short enough to be a drabble, either, is that there's really no point to it. I don't even get to ask if someone could please do something about the pain in the diodes on my left hand side.
You can go off and read something more interesting now. I know you were dying to. Go on.
Pairing: None
Warning: Marvin POV, angst
Rating: G
Summary: Marvin writes a fanfic.
My name is Marvin.
This fanfic, or more pessimistically, this collection of words that might be termed a drabble, except it probably won't be exactly one hundred words because no one is precise anymore (brain the size of a small planet and ugh...)... this thing, anyway, has a warning for angst, for a very good reason.
You might have heard of me. Probably not, though, most people tend to hear about people like Zaphod and Trillian and Ford and the other one. I'd like to pretend he's so unimportant I've forgotten his name, but sadly enough, I don't forget much. Arthur.
People prefer to hear about Arthur rather than me.
That's almost more depressing than the fact that I'm actually writing about it.
Anyway. The warning for angst? If I plug myself into a computer, it nearly always commits suicide. That's how angsty I am.
Angsty, they call it. I prefer to call it... mildly pessimistic. Existential.
Existence was a bad idea.
The worst thing about this fanfic that isn't really long enough to be called a fanfic, but isn't short enough to be a drabble, either, is that there's really no point to it. I don't even get to ask if someone could please do something about the pain in the diodes on my left hand side.
You can go off and read something more interesting now. I know you were dying to. Go on.
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Maaarviiiiiin~
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I felt like playing with Marvin, in fact, he'd been telling me about this idea steadily since I last read the Hitchhiker's Guide, and so... this drabble was born. xD