| Biography: | Hello, my name is Timmy, or you can refer to my by my pen name, Sweet Red aka The Allmighty Echidna!. I originally started writing as a way to cope with my parents divorce. I hope you enjoy my stories, and you can expect many more to come. If you have any sugestions for stories you would like me to write, just email me at the adress above. Thank You to everybody who reviewed my stories. Especially ADJ, you rock, man!!
About Me
Age: 14
Location: Ivine, California
School: Irvine H.S
Website: See Above
Current Fandoms: Pokemon(I prefer ALT, it's fun to write those), Zelda & FFX Romance (that may change later)
Below are story ideas, that I hope to get started on soon.
Pokemon
"What If": In a world controlled by psychic trainers, can one trainer end the monarchy that has controlled the world for hundres of years? (ALTERNTE REALITY, AAMR) Based on the song "Freedom Fighter" by Creed.
Legend of Zelda
"Duel For Love": When Link and Zelda are invited to a mysterious tournament and are forced to figh each other, will love prevail, or will one fall to the sword of the other? Super Smash Bros./LOZ Crossover
Final Fantasy 10
I am currently working on two stories: Lost and Found, and Time and Time Again. Other fics are just basic ideas that i will eventually turn into full stories. I write on a rotating weekly schedule. That meens one week I work on one story, and the next week I work on another. I hope you enjoy them and please review!
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"Now you see that evil will always triumph, becuase good is dumb."
-Dark Helmet, Spaceballs
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"You idiots! These are not them! You've captured their stunt doubles!"
-Spaceball Officer, Spaceballs
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Dark Helmet: I said across her nose, not up it! Sandurz, who made that man a gunner?
Maj. Asshole: I did, sir. He's my cousin.
Dark Helmet: Who is he?
Col. Sandurz: He's an Asshole, sir.
Dark Helmet: I know that. What's his name?
Col. Sandurz: That is his name, sir. Asshole, Major Asshole.
Dark Helmet: And his cousin?
Col. Sandurz: He's an Asshole too, sir.
Gunner's Mate, First Class, Philip Asshole.
Dark Helmet: How many Assholes we got on this ship, any how?
Everyone: Yo!
Dark Helmet: I knew it. I'm surrounded by Assholes. Keep firing, Assholes!
-From Spaceballs
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Dark Helmet: I am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate.
Lone Star: What does that make us?
Dark Helmet: Absolutely nothing, which is what you are about to become.
-From Spaceballs
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President Skroob: I'll be down immediately.
Cmdr. Zircon: Shall I have Snotty beam you down?
President Skroob: I don't know about that beaming stuff. Is it safe?
Cmdr. Zircon: Oh, yes. Snotty beamed me twice last night. It was wonderful.
President Skroob: Alright, I'll take a shot at it. What the Hell, it works on Star Trek.
-From Spaceballs
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Arthur:We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master.
SOLDIER #1:
What? Ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR:
Yes!
SOLDIER #1:
You're using coconuts!
ARTHUR:
What?
SOLDIER #1:
You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together.
ARTHUR:
So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land, through the kingdom of Mercia, through--
SOLDIER #1:
Where'd you get the coconuts?
ARTHUR:
We found them.
SOLDIER #1:
Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical!
ARTHUR:
What do you mean?
SOLDIER #1:
Well, this is a temperate zone.
ARTHUR:
The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land?
SOLDIER #1:
Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
ARTHUR:
Not at all. They could be carried.
SOLDIER #1:
What? A swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR:
It could grip it by the husk!
SOLDIER #1:
It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut.
- From Monty Python and The Holy Grail
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LAUNCELOT:
We have the Holy Hand Grenade.
ARTHUR:
Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! 'Tis one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him. Brother Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!
MONKS: [chanting]
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
ARTHUR:
How does it, um-- how does it work?
LAUNCELOT:
I know not, my liege.
ARTHUR:
Consult the Book of Armaments!
BROTHER MAYNARD:
Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.
SECOND BROTHER:
And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.'And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--
MAYNARD:
Skip a bit, Brother.
SECOND BROTHER:
And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'
MAYNARD:
Amen.
KNIGHTS:
Amen.
ARTHUR:
Right!
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