SGA Bulwer-Lytton Contest!

[trinityofone]

cincodemaygirl pointed out that the winners of this year's Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest have been announced. This is the contest where people try to create the worst opening sentence of a novel EVER. Glancing over the winners, I remembered that ages back someone had done a BtVS version of the contest. (My favorite entry was, and still is, "I'm back!" Riley said.) And I thought: Dude, we need to have the SGA version of this, like, yesterday.

So! Comment here with the worst possible sentence you can imagine opening an SGA fic. On Friday morning, I'll pick a winner and maybe a few runners-up and there will be prizes of some kind. (Maybe fic, maybe something else.) Hopefully, if enough people play, this will be entertaining enough to get us through to the premiere.

I may also compose a few bad sentences myself, although obviously, I am not qualified to win my own contest. *g* Oh, and please feel free to pimp this!

Okay...go!

ETA: In response to a question: Yes, you can enter as many times as you want. *eg*

Comments

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

"You're my Kirk, now, John!" Rodney declared, weaving his fingers through Shep's chest hair and holding on tight as everyone in the mess hall (except Kavanagh, who was sulking and using the grease in his ponytail to polish the gun with which he would later end his life) leapt to their feet and cheered.

[no-detective.livejournal.com]

Oh, excellent!

(I think it's the using the grease in his ponytail to polish the gun with which he would later end his life that really kills.)

[meivocis.livejournal.com]

I couldn't love you any more right now.