Expect huge amounts of derp and rage, punctuated by /tg/ extracting humor from it.
Fursona (sometimes called Avatar) is James Cameron's crack at creating the most expensive self-insert furry transformation fanfiction in history. He succeeded, creating an obnoxious story where he becomes a giant lanky cat-thing with USB hair and saves a race of ludicrously perfect, ludicrously stereotyped natives from evil rich white people other than him. Eventually he is recognised as superior to them due to his ability to make an incredibly obvious logical inference about a giant flying dinosaur, allowing him to become Turok and bone a gratingly self-righteous female abomination while all the interesting characters in the movie die.
Very much to be confused with the Destination Void series by Frank Herbert which also has its head up its own ass but is still a far better scifi story. Oh what's that you've never heard of the stories set on a Deathworld covered by a sapient plant network with the local organisms being influenced by it to attack human defenders? And it involves cloning and mutants. And the planet is called Pandora, and all life on the planet is connected to and controlled by a consciousness named Avata.
FUCK YOU CAMERON, FUCK YOU! YOU CAN ONLY RIDE THE TOLERANCE YOU BUILT UP FROM ALIENS AND THE FIRST TWO TERMINATOR FILMS FOR SO LONG FAGGOT!
James Cameron John Connor Jack Dawson Jake SullivanSemaj Noremac: A not-at-all self-insert character who is a cripple and finds his brother has died and left him a Second Life account, allowing him to live vicariously as a furry abomination in a magical fantasy land where he can bone barnyard animals with his hair. Sent to tell the local abominations to pack up and move to a different tree since the biggest mineral deposit on the planet happens to be under the one they're currently living in. He proceeds to totally fail to do so, lies to every one of the furries, avoidably gets half of them killed, and then be forgiven for it after capturing a legendary Pokemon. He then rallies the natives and gets the Earthers sent back, rather than killing them all. Like that'll work out.
Miles QuaritchMilhouse Quidditch: Three-times world coffee drinking champion and Earth's top racist, sent to yell incoherently and blow things up. The unsung hero. He's also a big enough of a badass to rival Ciaphas Cain, but without the sense of cowardice or the need to fake the grandstanding. SelfridgeSelfish: A greedy executive with a "subtle" name who wants to get to the huge reserve of plotdevicium, which, for no adequately defined reason, cannot be mined without cutting down a large tree, as sub-surface mining techniques are apparently impossible. Known for being an enormously passive-aggressive douche who's as unhelpful as possible outside of the need for a useless fuckwit to whip over the plot for the first two acts before promptly disappearing. Not-RipleyUseless scientist and Not-VasquezUseless helicopter pilot: Two female characters who exist to be awestruck by the furries and their respect for all life, since placing yourself in the middle of the food chain is noble and beautiful and not, for instance, incredibly dumb. One is the classic Hollywood woman scientist character who still has a job, despite not once accomplishing anything useful for the people who employ her, and is generally actively acting against their interests. The other is a helicopter pilot, who, although a heretical traitor, actually is competent at her job and kicks a decent amount of asshas nice perky tits. She pulls a tactical genius moment at one point, but fucks it up by not using all of her dakka. When they are done being awestruck they are both struck in a more traditional manner and die.
- Useless Scientist #2: A male scientist who helps with the Avatar project, and was originally supposed to be the original diplomat until Semaj Noremac proved that a soldier was better at negotiating with a slightly warlike tribe. He has no apparent use outside of getting over his inferiority complex, but that was also a plot thread with Cameron saved for a spin off, or something. He turns out not to be a complete pussy, though: in the climactic battle, he gets killed in his avatar, but that just sent him back to his human body. In other words, he just survived death, and got right back up to keep killing.
- Pocahontas cat: A blue cat-thing who has been taught the arts of self-righteous speechifying and being perfect and noble from a young age. There for Semaj Noremac to fuck.
- Angry cat: A scowly, growly cat-thing who is set up to marry Pocahontas cat, and glares at Semaj Noremac a lot. Unfortunately for him, Semaj Noremac screws Pocahontas cat, making sure he won't get to marry her. This also screws up being the heir apparent or something, probably not but Semaj Noremac still screwed his girlfriend. Usually, this would be the guy who betrays his people out of jealousy, only to to be killed by the people he sold them out to, because that's how evil they are. This was clearly not perfect enough for the blue cat-abominations and so he just glares at stuff and then later stops when he dies; in the extended version he gets badly wounded but lives long enough to jerk off Semaj's ego before the latter preforms a mercy kill on him.
- Pocahontas cat's parents: Exist to stand around being wise and vaguely judgmental towards humans. Their only real function is for one of them to get killed to show how mean the humans are and make Pocahontas cat angry at Semaj Noremac, and the other to spout exposition about Their Ways.
- Other cat-abominations: Many lanky cat-creatures who are strong and mighty and noble, never fight among themselves though for some reason they have warriors, have diseases and parasites they have no idea how to cure, ostracize people for no real reason, or anything mean. In other words, native culture put on an impossibly high pedestal as part of a ridiculous attempt to apologize for the entire colonial era by defeating a bunch of
pretend white peopleevil humans (because a fursona movie will make up for years of attempted cultural/ literal genocide, right?). The cats are magically linked together by their USB hair into a giant biological internet; like the real internet, it hates them and lets giant doom-animals try to eat them constantly. This largely serves the function of preventing them being impressed with the white man'shuman technology like real people would be.
- Stupid Deus Ex Machina: The living spirit of the planet which shows up one second before the movie ends to kill the humans with a bunch of large animals despite the entire preceding film being very clear that it does not do this.
There is a stupid mineral with a really stupid name that is worth a really stupid amount of money which is on a stupid planet full of stupid animals with stupid chemicals in the air that stupid humans can't breathe. Some really stupid people decide the most stupid way to extract the stupid mineral is to send Earth's stupidest scientists to use stupid remote controlled bodies to tell the stupid locals to leave. They are backed up by a stupidly elite force of stupid marines in case anything stupid happens, but stupid things happen eight times an hour anyway and they decide to come up with a stupid plan to fix this. Stupidly.
Enter our hero, Semaj Noremac, whose brother hit his balls on the corner of a table and died of a broken heart or something like that. Sadly Semaj's legs are made entirely from liquorice and fail due to his service in
Iraq not-Iraq and he lives in Rick Deckard's cupboard in a case of futuristic sub-letting. However, soon stupidity enters his humdrum life as a group of very silly men arrive and tell him he can do something asinine for humanity by controlling his brother's giant blue cat-clone. Rather than doing the sensible thing and trying to have the blue-cat-man-creators arrested for treason and coming up with completely terrible ideas, he accepts and is immediately sent to Pandora via futuristic UPS eighth-class spacemail.
On Pandora he gets his marching orders from an incredibly angry scarred man named Miles Quidditch, who tells him to make the blue cat-abominations leave so stupid strip-mining can commence under their implausibly gigantic tree, making as many clumsy allusions to the Iraq war as the screenwriters think they can get away with. Semaj then starts controlling his new
Avatar Fursona, apparently not worried about the whiff of Cheetos and wank coming from his brother's cyber fursuit-pod. After a series of dull and / or pointless scenes he meets Pocahontas cat, who proceeds to hate him, making him realize he'll need to take a rag into the fursuit pod with him next time because it's so godawfully obvious where this is going. He learns the ways of the locals, such as fucking animals with his hair and whining, but notably fails to inform them of the one thing he was actually there to tell them.
Eventually, Minus Queerage gets fed up of his shit and deploys a bunch of tree-fucking hardware (Why not mount a fuckhuge cannon to the top all orky style and use them as tanks? Stupid 'Umie gitz), taking everyone by surprise with his meanness despite that it was established more or less immediately that he was going to do this. Semaj is shocked, having just got his leg over (literally, in Pocohontas cat's case), and the locals understandably feel betrayed because of the whole thing where he just betrayed them. They go to an even more sparkly and magic tree to sulk, while Semaj is unplugged and his usual levels of fail restored.
However, before the fursuit pod can be sent to Earth to be disinfected, Semaj and useless scientists and the helicopter pilot sneak away with it, which somehow actually works. He finds a giant silly pterodactyl which was alluded to several times, specifically that anyone who rides it becomes Turok and can lead all the abomination tribes, who mysteriously all share this single nonsensical tradition (there are, of course, no unfortunate implications to giving an entire planet's worth of utterly transparent Native American/African stand-ins the exact same beliefs). Semaj duly becomes Turok due to his skills at dinosaur hunting, but the mean humans have decided, for no good reason, to blow up the second tree as well, despite it having nothing to do with their original objective which they have just completed. This leads to a long, preposterous fight scene in which idiots with bows and arrows last a surprisingly long time against an airmobile force with rapid-fire cannons supported by extremely stupid robots. Eventually, however, Semaj is forced to call upon the power of bad writing to defeat the humans, whereupon the spirit of the planet sends swarms of wild animals to kill all the humans despite it being said repeatedly that it doesn't go in for that conflict shit, dawg.
Marston Quadrangle gets very angry at Semaj for destroying his Manta and locates his wanking lair by tracking the scent of Axe body spray and BO. After finding it, he breaks the glass, exposing Semaj to the planet's poisonous atmosphere and the planet's poisonous atmosphere to Semaj's collection of odors, the latter being of more concern. However, Pocahontas cat arrives on an allosaurus-cat and fucks everything up by killing Milton Quarantine and saving her new boyfriend.
In the end everyone sends the mean humans home, while the good humans stay, apparently forgetting that they need the mean humans to send replacement parts and such for the machines that make them not fucking die from the poisonous atmosphere. Presumably they are all dead within a few weeks while the humans get back after 14 or so years to park an actual warship in orbit, with actual war machines ready for multiple, simultaneous, and devastating offensive Deep Strikes. So yeah, blue furries better enjoy their round 1 victory with the days they got, because they are numbered.
Tyranids happen the end.
The good ending
Well, that last one is a happy ending once you replace the humans with blue cat people...
Things that rock
There are no intentional cases of things that rock, because this movie is shit. However, some things rock accidentally.
- Giant monsters that eat ten foot tall Na'vi warriors for breakfast.
- Large amounts of furries slaughtered like livestock.
- Colonel Miles Quaritch is a Hero of the Imperium who kills furries and doesn't Afraid of anything.
- He also has a giant flying heap of guns that looks like the product of a Baneblade fucking a Tau Hammerhead, which manages to be cool despite having four huge, stupidly exposed weak points.
- Mech walkers that look like the lovechild of a Sentinel and a Dreadnought/Battlesuit, armed with Autocannons and Close Combat Weapons, but without Armoured Cockpit. Fluff tells us that the latter flaw is there because it is not originally a combat vehicle (Which is still bull, as far as excuses go. The humans modified the suits for combat, there’s no good reason they couldn’t have slapped on some Extra Armour too, but whatever), though the Imperial Guard would still kill to get a hold of a few and start playing the Tau at their own game.
- Semaj almost certainly poopsocks himself into an early, well-deserved grave while frolicking around in his abomination form and ignoring his human one.
- It made idiots want to kill themselves because Earth is like lame and stuff and humans are all mean. This may have decreased the global level of idiocy slightly if any of them went through with it.
- Hilarity and much trolling ensued as people went to otherkin boards and insisted they were truly Na'vi, leading to ridiculous threads where people stated that one cannot really be a fictional creature, which is totally unlike thinking you're a nine-dicked lazer space dragon.
- The ships are much more scientifically accurate than in many other sci-fi works. This is one of the only movies where spaceships have heat radiators, 'cause space is a vacuum and heat needs places to go and shit.
Things that suck
Again, we stress this movie is shit. There are a lot of things wrong with it. Such things include:
- Another blatant James Cameron self-insert. Seriously, "John Connor?" "Jack Dawson?" "Jake Sullivan?" Who the fuck does he think he's fooling? Though, to be fair, Jack Dawson was loosely based on real-life victim of the Titanic disaster, Joseph Dawson.
- Oh god not another "save the environment" story. This is Disney's Pocahontas and Kevin Costner's "Dances with Wolves" as performed by Blue Man Group, it's Ferngully: The Last Rainforest - In Space! (minus Tim Curry's memorable and charismatic villain). To make it worse, the movie is very preachy about it.
- Rubbish mechs that don't have gun arms. According to fluff this is because they are used as loaders, because militaries often use armoured forklifts which they also send into battle. Oh wait. To the movie's defense, however, one of these mechs are still more awsome than ten Baby Carriers.
- No powered armor, mostly because allowing the humans to be stronger than the space furries would give some sort of balance to the narative, and because Quidditch getting swallowed by the giant space allosaurus-cat and shooting his way out of it like this was in Men in Black would have been so hilarious it might have been worth the 12 buck admission price, stressing MIGHT.
- Fucking deep sea bio-luminescence on land were it MAKES NO SENSE. Put there so humans can't use night vision and IR sensors to become unstoppable terrors of the night that go MARBO and cut spess elf throats in the dark as soon as the sun goes down, like every modern army on Earth. Also not even necessary because the giant fucking planet the moon orbits would make the nights bright as shit anyway, see it doesn't even make sense a plot device.
- The Na'vi only win due to a literal Deus Ex Machina, and it's not even a well-written one. Their goddess suddenly takes sides when she never did before because the super-special-former-human-marine-furry-space-elf asked her to, rather than the many other Na'vi praying to her.
- The Na'vi screw with their hair. They also tame animals by force with their screwing hair and keep the hair in the animals while they ride. In addition to being furries, the Na'vi are also into rape and bestiality. Slaanesh approves!
- Every marine who isn't Semaj Noremac or his pilot is an evil, despicable, racist hick who only makes the situation worse as they serve CORPORATE GREED. Every human character in this movie is either a racist hick or serves corporate greed, including the main ones (at first). It should be noted that it is CORPORATE GREED to piss away half a billion dollars making a movie about your dumb fursona rather than, say, using it to feed poor people.
- Blue elves are better than humans? Fuck you, James Cameron, you xenos lover.
- Xenos love? That's EXTRA HERETICAL! And it wasn't even sexy xenos love, such as between two Eldar chicks or the alien LI's from SWTOR and Mass Effect.
- Unforgivable lack of orbital bombardment or nukes or any semi-intelligent military tactics. They could've just bombed the super-special tree and the enemy forces from orbit; it's a war crime either way, go big or go home. Even the UNSC, as retarded as they are, still have the intelligence to go "NUKE THAT SHIT!" (or threaten to) when all is lost.
- No tactical genius whatsoever. No improvised use of terrain? Charging a fucking gun line with unarmored cavalry armed with bows and arrows!? Despite being the brainless savages that they are, they had no excuse because the guy leading them was an ex-Marine turned heretic.
- All the vehicles appear to have been made with the Dark Eldar's trademark wet cardboard armor plating and none of the Dark Eldar's speed, badass look or weapons. Even high-tech gunships can't withstand the power of simple wooden arrows. This is due to BRILLIANT design such as thin, unarmoured glass canopies and huge, unshrouded engine fans. Seriously, these things are designed like videogame bosses. This is because of the ludicrously contrived scenario, which is essentially defined as "this planet prevents us using anything that would mean we'd easily win."
- The art design for the humans is stolen shamelessly from the Halo series - seriously, for example compare the Hornet from Halo 3 and the Vulture from Halo Wars with any air vehicle from Avatar. Ya see? (Heck any air vehicle from Avatar is stolen from Halo)
- James Cameron even had the balls to suggest in an interview that the Halo series stole their art direction from HIM because he did a film back in 1986 about Colonial Marines vs Xenomorphs and that it was so epic that everything since has also copied him (which is feasible regarding Games Workshop, since Aliens came out in 1986, while GW released Rogue Trader, A.K.A Warhammer 40K, in 1987).
- Replace "blue alien" with "colored guy" shows how incredibly racist the movie is; see, only white people need things like written language and everyone else was happier before white man came along with his filthy civilization (protip: you're supposed to not know that sophisticated non-Western societies have ever existed or still exist today, and that even the most primitive human cultures would think of the Na'vi as backward, shit-chucking apes. When most people in Western society couldn't count past their fingers and toes India had algebra, or when Europeans only had cave paintings the Ancient Egyptians had written language and a precursor to paper; which was either invented there or in China, speaking of which, it had an administration efficient enough to keep a centralized government in a huge country when Western societies were still gathered in villages). Good thing the director's white self-insert is there to save the stupid primitive people by mastering their ancient traditions in a couple of months better than any of them could in their entire lives.
- The film insinuates that xenocide is bad. However, we here at /tg/ and 4chan know what must be done with the horrid offshoots of space elves and furries.
- The unobtainable mineral that the marines want is called unobtainium. I dare you to come up with more retarded name. WARDIUM.GOTOIUM.
- 3 and a half hours of fur faggots in 3d is still 3 and a half hours of fur faggots
- They named blue faggots after blue faggots from a different series
- The film claims that Ludd was right, said film is made with state of the art 3D technology.
- The movie's premise is rendered redundant by one real-life thing; Sub-surface mining techniques. All the humans had to do was did under the trees without undermining or destroying them, and bring the marines in case the Na'vi got uppity. If they can mine like that today, it should still be possible in an industrialized future capable of interstellar travel. They could've saved themselves a lot of time and money and saved us from a fursona movie.
- We also have the biggest plot hole. Jake, and no-one else, ever just tells the Na'vi what the humans want (the magnetic rocks) and why (starship fuel to find a new planet since they they've ruined their current one). Since that was sort of his job, and despite being CORPORATE GREED stereotypes the humans still understand diplomacy, it's a huge amount of FAIL that makes no sense from the characters' or the plot's perspective.
- Another bleeding obvious solution: the humans understand the blue furries' biology well enough to clone them. So synthesize the Na'vi equivalent of chloroform, knock 'em all out, load 'em on a transport and dump 'em 1000 kilometers away with six months' supplies. Problem solved.
- Most of the animals are just blatant expy's of real life animals. Thanators? an oversize feline, those giant hammerhead beasts? a fucking elephant (they do not hide it well, listen to the noises they make), you get the fucking idea. Furthermore, most of these alien life forms are just biologically impossible, seriously if you want to add in a hexopodal organism correctly, at least have a brain to distance each individual limbs proportionally or else they look like they will trip over one of their four forelimbs. There is a good reason why hexopodal and multi-limbed creatures on Earth such as insects and arthropods have their limbs spread out equally and proportionally in order to retain a center of balance. Seriously Cameron get a biologist as you next designer.
- Made even worse when Cameron said that the Thanator (The oversize kitty cat) could "Beat a T rex and eat a Alien Queen for breakfast". Words cannot describe the sheer fanboyism, and blatant ignorance at his own works, in this statement. First of all, the Thanator was roughly calced at being the sized as an Indian Elephant which are around 5 tons, big yes, however compared to the above aforementioned two, it's still a dwarf. Just by looking at it, the Thanator is an obvious ambush predator, its long elongated front teeth are reminiscent to the sabre tooth cats which makes them excellent at slicing flesh but piss poor in both crushing bone and being as fragile as a stick, meaning that these teeth would literally snap in two against anything remotely armored. This is further supported in its skull structure, with it being relatively streamline and light which means the Thanator must compensate muscle power for its fuck huge delicate teeth, which in turn supports the really feline dominate aesthetic of the creature and just like a feline it is dependent on its arm strength to bring its prey of equal weight down. Now compare this to the T rex, a 10 ton beast with a skeletal and muscle structure meant for brute strength, its teeth are serrated, short and thick allowing it to easily crush steel let alone bone like paper. Additionally, not only was the T rex powerful in both bite force and mass, it was also gifted with a ridiculously powerful eyesight (As powerful as a Hawk), sense of smell (Just as good if not greater then a dog), an infectious bite and being just plain durable as fuck (Seriously this thing shrugged of blows from tanks like Ankylosaurus and Triceratops as well as other T rexes and survive, and it was still just in place 10 of most powerful dinosours.). If Cameron ever went into paleontology he should know that even if the Thanator manage to have a surprise attack on good old rexie, the tyrant lizard's superior mass and thick skin would just yell "LOL Fuck You!" and proceed to pummel and rip apart the ever loving shit towards the overgrown house cat, even a small nibble from the rex is fatal due to its highly infectious bite; there was a good reason why the T rex was considered as the most powerful land super predator to date. Furthermore lets not forget that Earth has a higher gravity then Pandora, making the T rex even more denser and hense more powerful than the Thanator, there is no kill like overkill. And that was just the T rex, the Alien Queen is going to slaughter it 10 ways to hell.
The Fall of Pandora
- "Spare us your pity, xenos scum. You gush about your connection with nature, your primal wisdom, but what has it brought you?
- "Where are your marvels of engineering? Your voyages of discovery? Your great insight into the nature of the universe? Even at our basest, when we dressed as you do, dwelt as you do, hunted as you do, lived as you do, we did more than merely survive. We built wonders. We made great journeys. We forged epics. You have not.
- "You speak so proudly of the plugs dangling from your skulls, little realizing that they are but strings and you puppets. What little you have accomplished you attribute to the wisdom of your goddess, who is nothing but the voices of your dead echoing for all eternity. She moors you to the past, serving as a leash that keeps you as little better than apes, sad parodies of civilization that lack that special spark to become something more.
- "We have come to your world in search of resources. Whether your actions drive us back or we take what we want and move on, the outcome is the same. We will depart from your wretched planet, leaving you behind. And in a thousand years, you will not have changed from this contact with another world. You will remain in your trees, hunting your prey, communing with your goddess, until your sun burns out and your world dies.
- "And above your tomb, the stars will belong to us..."
- -Unknown Space Marine of the Raptors chapter, "How The Movie Should Have Ended."
But wait, it's actually about World of Warcraft!
So sayeth whoever this is, anyway.
- "After seeing this movie and staying up WAY too late a few nights, I realized the truth about this movie. Everything in this movie is a metaphor for real life and World of Warcraft... We have Jak. His brother died, he's crippled, he has no friends, and he's just moved to a new job, so he's pretty depressed. He doesn't like his new co-workers. They're massive nerds and well...he isn't. But they introduce him to their favorite game, World of Warcraft, and they all get trial accounts, knowing that the trial period is only 3 months. After that, if they don't pay, everything crumbles. So he joins, creating a Night Elf character alongside his co-workers. thrilled to find that he can do everything in the game that he couldn't do in real life. He has friends, he can walk again, and as he learns to play the game, he meets guildmates, earns a mount, and when leveled up enough, gets a flying mount. Yay! He even gets an online girlfriend! But you can see his decline in the real world. He starts out balancing the game and work, as you can see him submitting reports to his boss, doing presentations, ect. But soon, he stops exercising, getting in bad physical shape. He eventually stops showing up to meetings at work, so his bosses investigate. When their bosses find that they've been playing WoW at work instead of doing their job, they're all fired. While they're all leaving after being fired, their former supervisor, Quaritch, launches a lecture at them for wasting their lives in a video game (Represented as him firing off "wild gunshots" at them). The only one who takes it to heart is Ripley, and it slowly starts eating away at her. Since they can no longer play WoW at work, they all end up getting an apartment together in the middle of nowhere. His co-workers take pity on him since he's crippled, but even they notice his decline and even take pity on him, ignoring his lack of hygiene, forcing him to eat, and such. Eventually, their free subscriptions run out. This causes his real-world life to crumble around him, starting with one of his co-workers (Ripley) finally taking the advice the Supervisor gave in his lecture, quitting WoW, and getting a new job, realizing that it's time to move on and stop wasting her life. The guild tries to convince her to stay, but she's done with the game and deletes her character. This causes a schism between her and the two WoW players, so she ends up moving out and they both declare her "Dead" to them and to the entire guild. So Jak and his roomate pool together the last of their money to buy accounts and pay for internet service. The final part of the movie is Jak finally being able to unite several night-elf clans to start going on Raids together. However, the money is running out. Eventually, even his best friend tires of the raids and realizes that it's time to move on in life, so he quits WoW and leaves in the middle of a massive raid... In the end, he drives out the real world, fully escaping into his fantasy world of night elves...as he's shattered his real life to the point that he has nothing to go back to. Even when his former boss, fearing for his safety, finally tracks down his apartment, which he's now alone in, and tries to pull him away from his fantasy world, Jak lashes out at him And when Jak's online girlfriend lashes out at the boss to Jak, the boss realizes how far gone he is and finally leaves forever, becoming "Dead" to Jak just like his former friends... So the movie ends with Jak's real life being non-existent as he spends the last of his days with his guild as his physical self starves and wastes away in the cold loneliness of his apartment in the wreckage of his former life. With all this in mind, the movie makes a hell of a lot more sense, including why the Na'vi and their world seems a helluva lot better than the "real" human world. And all the antagonistic attempts by his bosses, the "Marine Commander" and "Corporate executive", were actually attempts to get him to do his job and to stop wasting his life on a video game, which he sees as horrible, genocidal acts in his warped mind. Anyone who's not in the game is "Dead" to him. It's truly a sad tale and has a way better message, a warning about taking a game too seriously. The bizarre part is that the more you look at it this way, the better it works. Better than most of the hippy BS messages the movie is intending to throw at you, to say the least..."
The Pandora Incident
Simply put, One of the few good Warhammer crossover fanfictions and pretty much a more complete version of the above Writefaggotry. Though the aftermath is plainly obvious, The author manages to capture the feel and atmosphere of the Warhammer books. (not the ones by that Black Irish midget cyclops) Like most fanfiction, it is riddled with spelling and grammar errors, but such things are but minor gripes because the story gives a righteous ass-kicking on those damn furries without making the Imperium of Man seem invincible.
Link to glorious nega-heresy: 
The Terrible, Terrible Truth
As we all know, once something is successful it will be mined and raped to death by being sold all over again to the throbbing masses out there. What does that mean? Sequels, my friends. Oh yes, James Cameron is not done with his smurfs. Even worse, the man who plays the bad ass (though blatant rip off) colonel says he might come back as a clone! Fuck, seriously? He might have been speculating, but don't be surprised if it happens. Cameron also states that it might happen somewhere on Pandora underwater. Really? WTF? Whatever. The
worst part only good part is that people might commit suicide all over again for this bullshit. Just as planned. It gets worse better still, since apparently there is still another sequel and a prequel lined up as well - which means more of these fuckwit mongs will be contemplating suicide all over again... Just as planned.
Having said that, call your local inquisitor to Exterminatus their asses.
To be fair, no one denies that it's bad to actually damaging an ecosystem just to show you how much of a jerk you are, however, Cameron overdid it. If you really want to see a cool scene of Gaia's revenge we just recommend you The Two Towers, where there is this miniplot about the Ents going to war to defend their forest from the indiscriminate destruction caused by Saruman, point of fact is that all the Free People took resources from the forests as any civilization would need, but Saruman just exploited the woods for his own personal gain while not showing even a glimpse of respect or sense of care for it. Also, there is no embellishment of the Ents, they were just another people, with their own shortcomings, attempting to defend their own without trying to show they were inherently superior or "cuter than thou". And they kicked ass without having to call on a mystic Tarzan-style Deus Ex Machina.