Fic: Six Go Primal In Atlantis - extras
Jun. 1st, 2010 01:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oddeggInevitable Rambling Additional Note/Fic Commentary:
I don’t deliberately try to fuck with canon but there are parts where I’ve played fast and loose with both sets of stories, timelines and realities. Sometimes for no other reason than finding my way of arranging things more pleasing. To those annoyed by this I put forward the quantum loop hole of Everett’s ‘Many Worlds’ theory. That somewhere, in the infinite number of alternate realities out there, there will be one where this is, in fact, correct. ;)
As mentioned in the warnings, the story contains reference to a true historical event and it is possible that some people may find my utilising it in this attempt at light-ish entertainment tasteless or insulting. Anyone for whom the reminder raises painful memories has my sincere apologies. (But anyone taking offence for its own sake does not. My contrition only goes so far I’m afraid)
The bit in the greenhouses:
I’m not sure non-Brits will quite appreciate the subtle nuances and subtext of culture that are summed up in the blunt, humdrum term of ‘shed’.
Oh, you may have your workshops but do you fully comprehend the passionate emotion that can be invested in small wooden huts filled with rusty tools, unfathomable bits of hardware, and suspicious substances spilling and dangerously combining from old bags, tins and sacks; the whole of it lurking in an almost tangible miasmic smell of damp and mould? No. Ardour (or insanity) like that has to be bred into the bone.
(A shed may also have a collection of wood propped up behind it that has been scavenged from skips and building sites because ‘that’s good wood, that is’, but which can never, ever be actually used for projects because ‘that’s good wood, that is!’ and thus must be left piled up till it rots and is useless for anything. [I am the child of a shed owner; can you tell?])
In real life Gordon Thorburn is not a Dr but is the author of a book called ‘Men and Sheds’. *power salute* Keep that flame alive Gordon.
Ryan’s flash bomb is based on an apparently genuine recipe I found online. Now, I’m all for scientific experiment and DIY but please – don’t try this one at home, eh? I give no guarantees that it a) will work in the first place, or b) will not blow your hand off if it does. It is likely highly illegal as well and exactly how many Velociraptors do we have to deal with in our daily life anyway? That’s right, none. *sad face*
The bit in the rec room:
The ‘pick up the gun’ bit is a reference to a Bill Hicks routine about US policy in the Gulf War:
“We’re like the bullies of the world right now! We’re like Jack Palance in the movie ‘Shane’, throwing the pistol at the sheepherders feet –
‘Pick it up’
‘I don’t wanna pick it up mister; you’ll shoot me! I don’t want no trouble. I just came into town to buy some hard rock candy for my kids and some gingham for my wife; I don’t even know what gingham is but she goes through ‘bout four, five rolls a week of that stuff. I don’t want no trouble, mister’
‘Pick. Up. The. Gun’
…
…
BANG! BANG!
‘You all saw him. He had a gun’”
Despite the fact that the quote is now quite well known, and was even used in tribute articles when Palance died, the words and scene aren’t included in the movie Shane or indeed in any other Palance film! You can find the routine on Hicks’ ‘Arizona Bay’ cd.
And I’m sorry if anyone’s from Pontefract by the way. Not sorry if you’re offended – just sorry for the fact that you’re from Pontefract.
(Actually, I’ve never been to Ponty. My image of it as a fairly rough place and somewhere “where you’re in genuine fear of your life around town on a Friday night” is entirely based on second hand reports, but it means I can make another Bill Hicks joke! They do make nice licorice)
The bit with the game:
The tattoo I’ve given Lester? It’s the one Daniel Craig (AKA – our role model for Lyle) has on his arm. Modesty forbids me to speculate if Lester also has a tattoo in an ‘intimate’ area like Mr Craig does. Modesty forbids me to even drop a hint.
*cough – YES. YES, HE DOES – cough*
The games Lester mentions, Shinty and Fives, may need some explanation. Shinty is played in Scotland (and in areas of Canada that had large Scottish immigrant populations, which is how Chuck knew of it. His surname is Campbell after all) and is like a cross between lacrosse and hockey, only you can hit the ball in the air and tackle and body check. As properly and traditionally played it is one of the fastest, most violent and terrifying sports around – sport as warfare basically – and great fun to watch if your preference is for games spiced with the piquant threat of injury.
Fives, or Eton Fives (there are a couple of variants), is really only played in a few public schools* nowadays and is a little like squash (which Lester also plays) except that the ball is hit with gloved hands rather than rackets, you play in teams of two, and the 3 sided court has shelves, niches and a buttress built into the walls just to make things more interesting (read – difficult). The rules and language of the game are archaic and convoluted and it’s a good game for strategists apparently.
In the face of very little evidence I believe Lester went to Eton and this also, incidentally, means he probably played Rugby as well. Rugby, for any Yanks reading, is where your ‘American Football’ originated from – except we still play it as God intended, like men. No padding, no helmets, no ‘cheerleaders’. Just you and a 17 stone prop forward who wants to grind your face into the mud going at it manno e manno. That’s sport my friends. (or at least, that’s what you can claim is sport till you graduate to Rugby League where the REAL men hang out… *ducks for cover*)
“I like a man who grins when he fights” is a quote from Winston Churchill, who I figured Lester would admire for his inventive rudeness if nothing else.
(* Note for non-Brits: in the UK ‘public’ schools are what anyone else would call ‘private’ schools. Free schools that are open to all the public are called ‘comprehensive’ schools. I have no idea why and frankly can’t be arsed to find out. Wiki it if you want to know)
The ‘It’s worse than you think! The alien vampires could be calling from inside the house!’ dramatic speech bit:
Peter Belzoni is one of the main characters in Greg Bear’s book Dinosaur Summer, which is itself based on Arthur Conan Doyle’s book The Lost World. Needlessly complicated, obscure and/or unbelievably pretentious references are where I live.
Note for non-Brits: ‘Sod’s Law’ is our name for ‘Murphy’s Law’, generally summed up as “anything that can go wrong, will” and which has a corollary ‘Finagle’s Law’ – "Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way." An addendum to both, ‘Flanigan’s Precept’ states that both Murphy and Finagle were incurable optimists.
The statistical formula for predicting Sod's Law occurrences is: ((U+C+I) x (10-S))/20 x A x 1/(1-sin(F/10)), with five factors - urgency (U), complexity (C), importance (I), skill (S) and frequency (F) - to be applied to a task or an event, and each scored between 0 and 9. A sixth, aggravation (A), was set at 0.7 after a poll of 1,000 people.
Thus, the high aggravation of spilling something down yourself just before a date (7.4) gives us a Sod’s Law Event Probability (or SLEP) of 8.5, whereas the less seriously frustrating but still niggly fact that spare bulbs never match the one that has blown has an aggravation factor of 3.4 and a SLEP of 4.4.
The equation has seven steps to forecasting a potential Sod's Law moment:
1 - Rate the urgency, the importance and the complexity of the task on a scale of 1 to 9 and add these three figures together
2 - Rate from 1 to 9 how skilled you are at the task, then subtract this from 10
3 - Multiply your answers to step 1 and step 2 together and divide by 20
4 - Rate from 1 to 9 how frequently you perform the task and divide this by 10
5 - Take the sine of your answer to step 4 (you'll fine this as 'sin' on most calculators) and subtract this from 1
6 - Divide 1 by your answer to step 5
7 - Finally, multiply your answer to step 3 by 0.7, and then multiple this by your answer to step 6, and you have your Sods Law rating. The closer to 10 it is, the higher your risk of falling victim to Sods Law.
Of course, the contradiction of Sod’s Law is that when you try to prove it – e.g. dropping buttered toast to show it lands butter-side down, preparing to wash your car to make it rain – the law means that the attempt itself will go wrong, meaning it will go right (toast will land butter up, the sun will shine). Speculation on the results of a possible experiment to try and fox this effect (Silverman’s Paradox – “If Murphy’s Law can go wrong, it will”) by strapping buttered toast to the back of a cat can be found here
(…I told you. Where I live)
The ‘science as training montage from an eighties movie’ bit:
(It helps if you imagine something like ‘Eye of the Tiger’ or the A-Team theme playing for the purposes of this scene. Actually, I find having the A-Team theme in your head helps generally in life as well. Don’t start calling people ‘crazy fool!’ though – they don’t like it)
The science quoted in this part is a mish-mash of actual quantum physics theories and science-y sounding bullshit of the ‘and this is the flux capacitor!’ type. I also couldn’t resist a reference to Ben Miller’s abandoned PhD thesis, because I thought the man was amazing anyway but when I found out he studied for a doctorate in quantum physics, well… He’s just lucky I have some morals (or fear of the police) because otherwise he’d have found himself kidnapped and handcuffed to my bed.
(And to be honest I’m still keeping my options open on that; if anyone wanted to team up for a joint effort and Miller-sharing privileges I’d be willing to talk.)
The tee shirt that Radek is wearing is real and can be found in the store here, along with many very funny cartoons (remember to read the mouseover text!) and a fantastic geeky forum. In the store there is also an anti-velociraptor shirt that is very Primeval appropriate.
The bit with the drunkenness
I’m aware that Nick in this part may read as rather OOC to some people, particularly his forgiveness of Stephen. I will freely admit that I find Nick difficult to write and never feel I have captured his voice 100% successfully but I would like to explain my reading of his character.
I think that he’s made up of a combination of loyalty, a stubbornness which can slip into pigheadedness at times (and yes, the two are different), and a fierce need to know, and I always felt that his obsession with tracking down Helen was due not so much to his great love for her (though he does seem to have tried a bit of blinkered self deception in that direction) but to his feeling that she was his. That once he has made a commitment to someone he carries that through; very much like Sheppard’s ‘leave no one behind’ fixation. I think his feelings of betrayal towards Stephen therefore were partly due to the fact that this stance was not adhered to by the other man, but I also think that once he’d settled down a bit and thought things through in a calmer manner he would be able to weigh up Stephen’s years of close friendship and loyalty against Helen’s years of… well, exactly the opposite and come to the right decision as to his course of action.
This character reading can also be summed up as ‘bro’s before dino ho’s’ :D
And Lester’s behaviour? Well, Lester is a kinky bitch in my head. I make no apologies for it.
(And the reason Ryan wasn’t there to save the alternate version of Lyle is that in SGA’s reality he died during his first tour of Afghanistan. Not relevant to this fic at all, but just in case you wanted to know)
For those confused as to who Lyle is:
If you’ve seen some of the Primeval tv episodes but are otherwise new to the Primeval fandom, you may be wondering who the hell Lyle is.
Special Forces Lieutenant Jon Lyle is an original character dreamed up by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fredbassett for her amazing stories who now firmly exists in fanon and has been nicked by many people for their own stories. He is Captain Tom Ryan’s second in command, fairly laconic, an enthusiastic caver and, apart from having dark hair, he looks quite like Daniel Craig.
The Primeval fandom is actually unique in my experience for the sheer number of original characters written in its fic and how securely these have established themselves as part of the collective character pool. A handy guide (with handy visuals provided via icons!) can be found at Primeval Denial here.
If you’re coming to this fic from the SGA fandom and have never heard of Primeval then none of this lot will be familiar to you and I sincerely hope I haven’t put you off finding out more about them and the series.
In case you need further persuasion let me sum up Primeval for you:
DINOSAURS! PRETTY MEN! PRETTY LADIES! DINOSAURS! ANOMALIES IN TIME! SPECIAL FORCES ARMY GUYS IN TAC VESTS AND THIGH HOLSTERS! DINOSAURS! MORE PRETTY MEN! PALEONTOLOGISTS (PRETTY ONES)! CUTE DINOSAURS! SCARY DINOSAURS! THINGS THAT LOOK LIKE DINOSAURS BUT AREN’T! SARCASM! UBER-GEEKERY! ALTERNATE REALITIES! PRETTY GIRLS IN TINY PANTS! BEN MILLER BEING PARTICULARLY SARCASTIC (& PRETTY) IN NICE SUITS! PEOPLE PUNCHING DINOSAURS!
And, in case you didn’t quite catch it:
DINOSAURS!!!!
What more could you want? A woolly mammoth? We’ve got one of those as well.
For those who haven’t seen Stargate Atlantis and don't know what it is
Hahaha! Yeah, right.
There’s no way I’m going to try and sum that one up!
Well, ok:
WORMHOLES TO ANOTHER GALAXY! LOST (SUNKEN) CITY OF ATLANTIS! PRETTY ARMY GUYS! SHOUTY AND SARCASTIC SCIENTISTS (WITH GREAT BUTTS)! SPACESHIPS! ALIENS! SCARY ALIENS! AMAZINGLY HOT ALIENS (OF BOTH SEXES)! SPACE-VAMPIRE ALIENS! PRETTY ARMY GUYS TURNING INTO SCALY, SCARY ALIENS AND BEING SLIGHTLY PSYCHO (& STILL PRETTY)! BLOWING UP OF SOLAR SYSTEMS! MORE SEXUAL TENSION THAN YOU CAN SHAKE A P-90 AT!
And, in case you missed it: ALIENS!!!
Just watch it, ok? And read some of the many, many amazing fics that have been written about it.
I don’t deliberately try to fuck with canon but there are parts where I’ve played fast and loose with both sets of stories, timelines and realities. Sometimes for no other reason than finding my way of arranging things more pleasing. To those annoyed by this I put forward the quantum loop hole of Everett’s ‘Many Worlds’ theory. That somewhere, in the infinite number of alternate realities out there, there will be one where this is, in fact, correct. ;)
As mentioned in the warnings, the story contains reference to a true historical event and it is possible that some people may find my utilising it in this attempt at light-ish entertainment tasteless or insulting. Anyone for whom the reminder raises painful memories has my sincere apologies. (But anyone taking offence for its own sake does not. My contrition only goes so far I’m afraid)
The bit in the greenhouses:
I’m not sure non-Brits will quite appreciate the subtle nuances and subtext of culture that are summed up in the blunt, humdrum term of ‘shed’.
Oh, you may have your workshops but do you fully comprehend the passionate emotion that can be invested in small wooden huts filled with rusty tools, unfathomable bits of hardware, and suspicious substances spilling and dangerously combining from old bags, tins and sacks; the whole of it lurking in an almost tangible miasmic smell of damp and mould? No. Ardour (or insanity) like that has to be bred into the bone.
(A shed may also have a collection of wood propped up behind it that has been scavenged from skips and building sites because ‘that’s good wood, that is’, but which can never, ever be actually used for projects because ‘that’s good wood, that is!’ and thus must be left piled up till it rots and is useless for anything. [I am the child of a shed owner; can you tell?])
In real life Gordon Thorburn is not a Dr but is the author of a book called ‘Men and Sheds’. *power salute* Keep that flame alive Gordon.
Ryan’s flash bomb is based on an apparently genuine recipe I found online. Now, I’m all for scientific experiment and DIY but please – don’t try this one at home, eh? I give no guarantees that it a) will work in the first place, or b) will not blow your hand off if it does. It is likely highly illegal as well and exactly how many Velociraptors do we have to deal with in our daily life anyway? That’s right, none. *sad face*
The bit in the rec room:
The ‘pick up the gun’ bit is a reference to a Bill Hicks routine about US policy in the Gulf War:
“We’re like the bullies of the world right now! We’re like Jack Palance in the movie ‘Shane’, throwing the pistol at the sheepherders feet –
‘Pick it up’
‘I don’t wanna pick it up mister; you’ll shoot me! I don’t want no trouble. I just came into town to buy some hard rock candy for my kids and some gingham for my wife; I don’t even know what gingham is but she goes through ‘bout four, five rolls a week of that stuff. I don’t want no trouble, mister’
‘Pick. Up. The. Gun’
…
…
BANG! BANG!
‘You all saw him. He had a gun’”
Despite the fact that the quote is now quite well known, and was even used in tribute articles when Palance died, the words and scene aren’t included in the movie Shane or indeed in any other Palance film! You can find the routine on Hicks’ ‘Arizona Bay’ cd.
And I’m sorry if anyone’s from Pontefract by the way. Not sorry if you’re offended – just sorry for the fact that you’re from Pontefract.
(Actually, I’ve never been to Ponty. My image of it as a fairly rough place and somewhere “where you’re in genuine fear of your life around town on a Friday night” is entirely based on second hand reports, but it means I can make another Bill Hicks joke! They do make nice licorice)
The bit with the game:
The tattoo I’ve given Lester? It’s the one Daniel Craig (AKA – our role model for Lyle) has on his arm. Modesty forbids me to speculate if Lester also has a tattoo in an ‘intimate’ area like Mr Craig does. Modesty forbids me to even drop a hint.
*cough – YES. YES, HE DOES – cough*
The games Lester mentions, Shinty and Fives, may need some explanation. Shinty is played in Scotland (and in areas of Canada that had large Scottish immigrant populations, which is how Chuck knew of it. His surname is Campbell after all) and is like a cross between lacrosse and hockey, only you can hit the ball in the air and tackle and body check. As properly and traditionally played it is one of the fastest, most violent and terrifying sports around – sport as warfare basically – and great fun to watch if your preference is for games spiced with the piquant threat of injury.
Fives, or Eton Fives (there are a couple of variants), is really only played in a few public schools* nowadays and is a little like squash (which Lester also plays) except that the ball is hit with gloved hands rather than rackets, you play in teams of two, and the 3 sided court has shelves, niches and a buttress built into the walls just to make things more interesting (read – difficult). The rules and language of the game are archaic and convoluted and it’s a good game for strategists apparently.
In the face of very little evidence I believe Lester went to Eton and this also, incidentally, means he probably played Rugby as well. Rugby, for any Yanks reading, is where your ‘American Football’ originated from – except we still play it as God intended, like men. No padding, no helmets, no ‘cheerleaders’. Just you and a 17 stone prop forward who wants to grind your face into the mud going at it manno e manno. That’s sport my friends. (or at least, that’s what you can claim is sport till you graduate to Rugby League where the REAL men hang out… *ducks for cover*)
“I like a man who grins when he fights” is a quote from Winston Churchill, who I figured Lester would admire for his inventive rudeness if nothing else.
(* Note for non-Brits: in the UK ‘public’ schools are what anyone else would call ‘private’ schools. Free schools that are open to all the public are called ‘comprehensive’ schools. I have no idea why and frankly can’t be arsed to find out. Wiki it if you want to know)
The ‘It’s worse than you think! The alien vampires could be calling from inside the house!’ dramatic speech bit:
Peter Belzoni is one of the main characters in Greg Bear’s book Dinosaur Summer, which is itself based on Arthur Conan Doyle’s book The Lost World. Needlessly complicated, obscure and/or unbelievably pretentious references are where I live.
Note for non-Brits: ‘Sod’s Law’ is our name for ‘Murphy’s Law’, generally summed up as “anything that can go wrong, will” and which has a corollary ‘Finagle’s Law’ – "Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way." An addendum to both, ‘Flanigan’s Precept’ states that both Murphy and Finagle were incurable optimists.
The statistical formula for predicting Sod's Law occurrences is: ((U+C+I) x (10-S))/20 x A x 1/(1-sin(F/10)), with five factors - urgency (U), complexity (C), importance (I), skill (S) and frequency (F) - to be applied to a task or an event, and each scored between 0 and 9. A sixth, aggravation (A), was set at 0.7 after a poll of 1,000 people.
Thus, the high aggravation of spilling something down yourself just before a date (7.4) gives us a Sod’s Law Event Probability (or SLEP) of 8.5, whereas the less seriously frustrating but still niggly fact that spare bulbs never match the one that has blown has an aggravation factor of 3.4 and a SLEP of 4.4.
The equation has seven steps to forecasting a potential Sod's Law moment:
1 - Rate the urgency, the importance and the complexity of the task on a scale of 1 to 9 and add these three figures together
2 - Rate from 1 to 9 how skilled you are at the task, then subtract this from 10
3 - Multiply your answers to step 1 and step 2 together and divide by 20
4 - Rate from 1 to 9 how frequently you perform the task and divide this by 10
5 - Take the sine of your answer to step 4 (you'll fine this as 'sin' on most calculators) and subtract this from 1
6 - Divide 1 by your answer to step 5
7 - Finally, multiply your answer to step 3 by 0.7, and then multiple this by your answer to step 6, and you have your Sods Law rating. The closer to 10 it is, the higher your risk of falling victim to Sods Law.
Of course, the contradiction of Sod’s Law is that when you try to prove it – e.g. dropping buttered toast to show it lands butter-side down, preparing to wash your car to make it rain – the law means that the attempt itself will go wrong, meaning it will go right (toast will land butter up, the sun will shine). Speculation on the results of a possible experiment to try and fox this effect (Silverman’s Paradox – “If Murphy’s Law can go wrong, it will”) by strapping buttered toast to the back of a cat can be found here
(…I told you. Where I live)
The ‘science as training montage from an eighties movie’ bit:
(It helps if you imagine something like ‘Eye of the Tiger’ or the A-Team theme playing for the purposes of this scene. Actually, I find having the A-Team theme in your head helps generally in life as well. Don’t start calling people ‘crazy fool!’ though – they don’t like it)
The science quoted in this part is a mish-mash of actual quantum physics theories and science-y sounding bullshit of the ‘and this is the flux capacitor!’ type. I also couldn’t resist a reference to Ben Miller’s abandoned PhD thesis, because I thought the man was amazing anyway but when I found out he studied for a doctorate in quantum physics, well… He’s just lucky I have some morals (or fear of the police) because otherwise he’d have found himself kidnapped and handcuffed to my bed.
(And to be honest I’m still keeping my options open on that; if anyone wanted to team up for a joint effort and Miller-sharing privileges I’d be willing to talk.)
The tee shirt that Radek is wearing is real and can be found in the store here, along with many very funny cartoons (remember to read the mouseover text!) and a fantastic geeky forum. In the store there is also an anti-velociraptor shirt that is very Primeval appropriate.
The bit with the drunkenness
I’m aware that Nick in this part may read as rather OOC to some people, particularly his forgiveness of Stephen. I will freely admit that I find Nick difficult to write and never feel I have captured his voice 100% successfully but I would like to explain my reading of his character.
I think that he’s made up of a combination of loyalty, a stubbornness which can slip into pigheadedness at times (and yes, the two are different), and a fierce need to know, and I always felt that his obsession with tracking down Helen was due not so much to his great love for her (though he does seem to have tried a bit of blinkered self deception in that direction) but to his feeling that she was his. That once he has made a commitment to someone he carries that through; very much like Sheppard’s ‘leave no one behind’ fixation. I think his feelings of betrayal towards Stephen therefore were partly due to the fact that this stance was not adhered to by the other man, but I also think that once he’d settled down a bit and thought things through in a calmer manner he would be able to weigh up Stephen’s years of close friendship and loyalty against Helen’s years of… well, exactly the opposite and come to the right decision as to his course of action.
This character reading can also be summed up as ‘bro’s before dino ho’s’ :D
And Lester’s behaviour? Well, Lester is a kinky bitch in my head. I make no apologies for it.
(And the reason Ryan wasn’t there to save the alternate version of Lyle is that in SGA’s reality he died during his first tour of Afghanistan. Not relevant to this fic at all, but just in case you wanted to know)
For those confused as to who Lyle is:
If you’ve seen some of the Primeval tv episodes but are otherwise new to the Primeval fandom, you may be wondering who the hell Lyle is.
Special Forces Lieutenant Jon Lyle is an original character dreamed up by
fredbassett for her amazing stories who now firmly exists in fanon and has been nicked by many people for their own stories. He is Captain Tom Ryan’s second in command, fairly laconic, an enthusiastic caver and, apart from having dark hair, he looks quite like Daniel Craig.The Primeval fandom is actually unique in my experience for the sheer number of original characters written in its fic and how securely these have established themselves as part of the collective character pool. A handy guide (with handy visuals provided via icons!) can be found at Primeval Denial here.
If you’re coming to this fic from the SGA fandom and have never heard of Primeval then none of this lot will be familiar to you and I sincerely hope I haven’t put you off finding out more about them and the series.
In case you need further persuasion let me sum up Primeval for you:
DINOSAURS! PRETTY MEN! PRETTY LADIES! DINOSAURS! ANOMALIES IN TIME! SPECIAL FORCES ARMY GUYS IN TAC VESTS AND THIGH HOLSTERS! DINOSAURS! MORE PRETTY MEN! PALEONTOLOGISTS (PRETTY ONES)! CUTE DINOSAURS! SCARY DINOSAURS! THINGS THAT LOOK LIKE DINOSAURS BUT AREN’T! SARCASM! UBER-GEEKERY! ALTERNATE REALITIES! PRETTY GIRLS IN TINY PANTS! BEN MILLER BEING PARTICULARLY SARCASTIC (& PRETTY) IN NICE SUITS! PEOPLE PUNCHING DINOSAURS!
And, in case you didn’t quite catch it:
DINOSAURS!!!!
What more could you want? A woolly mammoth? We’ve got one of those as well.
For those who haven’t seen Stargate Atlantis and don't know what it is
Hahaha! Yeah, right.
There’s no way I’m going to try and sum that one up!
Well, ok:
WORMHOLES TO ANOTHER GALAXY! LOST (SUNKEN) CITY OF ATLANTIS! PRETTY ARMY GUYS! SHOUTY AND SARCASTIC SCIENTISTS (WITH GREAT BUTTS)! SPACESHIPS! ALIENS! SCARY ALIENS! AMAZINGLY HOT ALIENS (OF BOTH SEXES)! SPACE-VAMPIRE ALIENS! PRETTY ARMY GUYS TURNING INTO SCALY, SCARY ALIENS AND BEING SLIGHTLY PSYCHO (& STILL PRETTY)! BLOWING UP OF SOLAR SYSTEMS! MORE SEXUAL TENSION THAN YOU CAN SHAKE A P-90 AT!
And, in case you missed it: ALIENS!!!
Just watch it, ok? And read some of the many, many amazing fics that have been written about it.
