My name is Mary Sue, and at the moment, I'm holding the Danny Phantom fandom hostage. Gripe and complain all you want, but I'm here to stay. I've been around since before the show even started, and I've duplicated myself countless times since then. Well-meaning authors beware - I'm on the loose, eating your stories.

Please keep writing about me! It helps me gain insane amounts of popularity, especially on Fanfiction.net. Preferably in 133t 5p34k if you can handle the horrible grammar and text-messaging language.

I'm not giving this up until the entire fandom is SUEIFIED!

Try to stand up to me if you can, brilliant authors, for one day, every fandom shall be mine, and the current state of literature shall rise to new heights of clicheness and [Textwall!fics].

It shall be wonderful.

So, shall I see you there? You know you want to write me. I'm so glamorous, so perfect, and I really do have such a tragic history. It'd be a shame to leave me out.

Authors around the world, HEAR ME! For I shall raise your pathetic literature to new heights! Explore boring old horizons, and will give your writing the blunt edge it has always needed!

Dazzle me! (and for God's sake, make sure I'm a self-insert with no idea on how to use punctuation. And give me ghost powers, and make me fall in love with Danny for no applicable reason, even though we all know he likes Sam. *whines annoyingly* I'd fit better with him anyway.)




*headdesk* Do not ask me what I was thinking while I was writing this. Please. Though at least I know a fair few of you already know about the horrors of which I am referring to, in this crappy satire and dismal attempt to be humerous. It's 2:22am, I've seen tons of Suefic in the archives in the same day, and I ate half a block of chocolate. It's a deadly mix.