Moonlight ~ A Study in Stupidity

~Author's Apology~

Hola Mi Lunaticas,

Like the song says, "I am sorry...so sorry." So let me start off by apologizing to you right up front if you feel like "I tricked you" into wasting your time checking out Moonlight. Because I honestly don't want anyone going forward thinking this is some super original piece of crap writing, full of feels ...cause it is anything but that. So I am going to tell you right up front, that this story is a parody of something far far worse. The dreaded T-word, that has been translated into Wattanese and dramatically changed into something only slightly less lame. And who knows, maybe even for the better ...or whatever?   

So I want to make it very clear ...that this story is a parody. As is the authoress also-known-as "Moonie", her dog "Bobo" and her nemesis/ archenemy "Courtney @ WillF*ck4votes". As well as Ball$4Bobo@GoFundMe.com. (So please do not send any money to Ball$4Bobo)     
So like a lot of things this silly piece of stupid started out as something else entirely. In Moonlight's case, it was as a little short dream sequence in one of my other stories, "I'm Not Crazy".  That I translated out of its original Moron and into Wattanese, just for shits and giggles. 

But then one of my friends dropped me a comment that went something like "Watt the Hell is this sh*t?  ROFL :) :) :) You should write more of that stupid Moonlight trash ...cause that sheet is sofa king funny. Way better/worse than Twitlit."  Which ended up starting an ongoing dialogue about how exactly one could "Watt Out" the original stupidity to suit our strange tastes. And thus began the origin of the horror story contained within this horrible thing.

Over the next couple of weeks as I worked on other projects, I kept finding myself being drawn back into that surreal silly little world of super stupidity that is the"Forked up love that shall not be named".  So like a lot of writers, "who were supposed to working on something else" ...I started catching myself laughing about stupid stuff and thinking errant pieces of dialogues...ect. And so ultimately Moonlight ended up becoming what it is ...one seriously stupid story about a really vapid chick from the North Las Vegas who moves to Forked. Who then makes a bunch of bad choices that seem to affect everyone else besides her.

By now you probably already know the original tale of woe. The one where a girl named Belladonna moves to Forked and ends up in the middle of a love triangle with two monster dudes. Both of which are from different monster clans, the Vegan Virgin Vampires, and the Native Rock-n-Roll Werewolves. And for whatever reason, these two idiots are inexplicably into her. So she stupidly strings both of them along ...just because she can. But in the process of making a series of super selfish choices,  she almost gets everyone killed in all-out monster clan war over her dumb ass? All because she smells like just the right kind of meth?  

But in the Moonlight version of this piece of awesomesauce? Yeah ...let's just say there have been a few minor changes to that plotline.   

Now before you just jump in feet first without looking, I feel I should probably explain a few things ahead of time. First parodies are for making fun of the original. They are most defiantly not for ripping it off and pretending like everything is very your own super special idea ...when clearly anything but original. I personally like to think of parody like as "very-very-very loosely inspired by the events in another story" but made intentionally stupider on some level in an attempt to be funnier.  

Second, and I cannot stress this enough...THIS BOOK IS MARKED MATURE FOR A FORKING REASON. SO IF YOU ARE TOO OLD, TOO YOUNG OR MODERATELY TO EASILY OFFENDED BY BAD PARODIES, DARK HUMOR, BAD LANGUAGE OR SOME SERIOUSLY STUPID "SICK SEX STUFF" ...THEN THIS BOOK IS REALLY NOT FOR YOU!  There are many wonderful and intelligent stories out there in the Wide World of Watt, and you can find more than a few to choose from on my "Seriously Cool Stories" list. But trust me when I tell you ...this is so totes not one of them.