Brother Grimace discovered an interesting essay about the "Macho Sue" character type, which provoked a lot of thought on my part (and probably for others by the time you read this). See the thread about this topic right here. Jane Lane has her own thoughts on the Macho Sue topic.
- The Cynic and the Defender, by Doggieboy (Part 12): Daria answered the door before Robert could knock, and the two embraced and kissed. “Is she here?” he asked when he broke the kiss. She nodded and smiled. “Yes. She’s very impatient. Said something about going to the mall to meet her friends.”
- Lawndale's Finest: The Dark Knight, by NightGoblyn (Chapter 4, Part 8): “Well, you don’t see that everyday,” Tomcat said, lowering his binoculars. Robin put down her takeout box of curry and pulled herself up so she could see over the safety wall at the roof’s edge. The bright pink Cadillac pulling into the mostly empty parking lot next to Ace Chemical stood out like a sore thumb. “It looks like a pimp car,” she said. She reached up and tapped her goggles, zooming in on the car as the driver got out and started walking towards the building. “He’s the plant director’s son.” [Epilogue now up! Wow!]
- Noon, by thatLONERchick (COMPLETE!): 11:59. Her hand trembles as she brings the glass to bruised lips. The crystal is clouded by a smear of carmine which contrasts against the golden liquid within. (FF.net)
- Reaped Out (Dead Like Me crossover finally has a name! Yay, Pinkminx!), by Pinkminx (Part 9): "What do you mean you just left him there?" Rube folded the crossword section of the newspaper and set it down beside him. "Your job specifies that you take the soul and guide them into the afterlife" He leant forward and grasped his hands together, interlocking his fingers as he inhaled deeply, waiting for Daria's reply.
- Tales of the Ringbearers: With New Responsiblity, by Richard Lobinske and Brother Grimace (Part 1): Dressed in his flight gear and carrying a helmet with "Archangel" painted across the visor cover, Capt. Gerald Wright angrily marched away from the campus helipad toward the Curtis E. LeMay College of Military Studies. "AlertCon One and I'm here to ferry the old Project Fast Forward director back to Uatu HQ," the tall, well muscled African-American growled. "I'm the one that warned them that the **** was going to hit the fan today and they're sending me off on taxi duty. I know Gen. Trainor has connections, but dammit."
- Unnamed story (1,001 Deaths of Tom Sloane - Part II), by Dennis (COMPLETE!): Tom was surprised to receive an an email from his old girlfriend Jane Lane, and even more surprised to find that it contained business information. Apparently, the Baltimore area was home to a wealthy recluse who needed an financial adviser to keep his father's formerly successful meat packing business going. Jane's email had the man's name, Mason Verger, and the address of a large mansion in Owings Mills. Tom had wasted no time in heading over.
- Unnamed story (1,001 Deaths of Tom Sloane - Part II), by Deref (COMPLETE!): It was pure coincidence that, as Kevin stepped off the landing gear tread, his static line, snapping back against the release, whipped across the cow's rump. The cow (whose presence in the plane was another of those unlikely coincidences that, while rare, are not altogether unknown), not thinking particularly clearly (not unusually, it must be said, for a cow), bolted for (and inevitably out of) the door, following closely behind Kevin as he plunged earthwards. Meanwhile, below, Jane was admonishing Tom and Daria...
- Unnamed story (1,001 Deaths of Tom Sloane - Part II), by Derek (COMPLETE!): The wind roared in Sam Johnson's ears as he plummeted towards the ground. He loved skydiving. It was the ultimate feeling of freedom. The only thing better would be to have actual wings. With a mental sigh, he decided it was time to open his parachute. He reached up and yanked on the chute's ripcord. Nothing happened.
- Unnamed story (1,001 Deaths of Tom Sloane - Part II), by NightGoblyn (COMPLETE!): Tom glanced around in confusion, trying to figure out how he'd ended up in the middle of a barren, stony desert. Just a couple of minutes ago, he'd been eating at the Good Time Chinese Restaurant with his girlfriend Daria and his ex-girlfriend Jane. He'd gotten up to use the bathroom, gotten lost somewhere in the back of the building on his way out, and apparently ended up somewhere in the Midwest.
- Unnamed story (Scenes No Daria Fanfic Should Have: TGIF), by Brother Grimace (COMPLETE!): "Well, bailiff... call the next case," Charles Ruttheimer III said, leering unashamedly at Brittany Taylor as he sat behind the desk placed on a pair of risers in the classroom, proud as a bantam rooster as he stroked the fabric of the black judge's robe he wore. "Rowlllll..."