Legalities and Such

*Sniff* Do I smell brains? *Sniff* Mmmm, Brains.

Now, why exactly do I stereotype characters so blatantly? Well, for one, it is a great humor device, but secondly, I'm fighting stereotypes by perpetuating them. Let me explain... Most people carry prejudices and stereotypes because they were presented to them discretely, factually, and seriously at one point or another in their lives. I, however, am going to blatantly, sarcastically, and humorously place many stereotypes in this parody so that anytime you come across any of these stereotypes from now on, you'll have a humorous note and automatically not take them that seriously. See?! I'm making you less prejudiced. You're welcome.

Anyhow, none of this, absolutely NONE of this is meant to be insulting. Okay, well, perhaps some of it is, but if you think its insulting, it wasn't intended to be, and if you don't find it insulting, then there's probably an insult buried in there somewhere.

I have warned in the forward that this story is irreverent, humorous, sarcastic, and basically a dump of random ideas which aren't entirely my own. This is meant as a work of parody, of comedy. There are far worse, far more offensive things on television. If you don't like this, go watch something wholesome like FOUND or Enemies, or Jill and Chace (Names changed for shows to prevent lawsuits). For movies, go watch something like Take It Back or any of the millions of Creepy Film (Names changed) parodies if you find this offensive, then come back and tell me if I'm really that awful

Anyhow, if you have zero sense of humor, just stop reading now. Basically, if you understand and appreciate the humor and satire of such shows as The Dolbert Findings and The Nightly Programme (Again, names changed), then you'll appreciate this story.

Still, for those offended, here's my little responses to what I'm sure you might already protest about.

I've decided for the sake of making this simple, I'm going to do my little bits for each chapter as I go along:

Prologue:

-Yes, I'm aware not all nerds are skinny and pasty.
-Yes, I know not all cheerleaders are anorexic, fake-tanned, bleach-blonde, narcissistic sluts.
- Yes, I know not all Canadians are lumberjacks, and they don't all love flannel, pancakes, have pet beavers and meese, and that they are, in fact, aware of the "ou" vowel combination in spite of what I might portray.
- I am aware jocks can be smart.
- I am aware not all religious schools are set in old thinking-- I went to one myself.
- Yes, I know not all beavers are British, or some horribly misguided facsimile thereof.

- The author has the utmost respect for Wyoming. She would like to visit there someday. She has never been to Cheyenne and hasn't bothered to do much research past Wikipedia, which is all she has the attention span to... oooh, shiny. Ahem. Back on point... most if not all the places in this book are fictional, purely figments of the author's imagination. However, if the author creates an imaginary place and someone wishes to recreate it, she will sue for copyright violation. Actually, that's a lie. She'd be extremely flattered, and after questioning your sanity will probably ask for consistent updates and visit at some point.
Anyhow. Go, Wyoming! And Canada! And Montana, cause I'm pretty sure it's between Wyoming and Canada (don't trust my Geography), and as such is a silent victim to the Zombie plague.

Is that it for this chapter? Huh, that's a relatively uninsulting chapter. I'll have to work on that.