As Shepherd sat in the Pavelow watching the tiny motorboat speeding across the water, he had to sigh. How could it go so wrong?

It had started innocently enough. PFC. Webb had introduced Shepherd to the prospect of fanfiction, in public he scoffed at the idea. But in secret he wrote his own story, and he was very proud of his Sex in the City crossover story. But personal pride had nothing to do with what the masses thought. Within minutes a torrent of negative reviews swamped the General.

While the world teetered on the brink of war Shepherd focused on the task of deleting the anonymous reviews a task which took several days, only to be replaced within hours. In a final act he removed the story from the site. Soon news reached Shepherd that a man known only by his internet handle: Raptor knew about a hacker who had invaded Shepherd's computer and stolen the file. In fear that his biggest secret would be revealed, he deployed a team of U.S. Rangers to rescue both Raptor and take out the hacker. However, the hacker was killed by invading Russians. The briefcase recovered implied that the file had been sent to a safe house formerly used by one Vladimir Makarov. Worried once again he had sent a Special Forces team to recover the information. With the DSM in hand he killed the soldiers to make sure he never told anyone the nature of the mission.

Of course, Price and MacTavish took it the wrong way and killed half his garrison of troops. Stumbling away from the Mohawked Brit, Shepherd hid behind a car. But the eagle-eyed Captain found him.

"'eard about you fanfic, "sir"". smirked the Soldier, knife in hand.

"You sonofabitch!" shrieked Shepherd, bashing the Brit's skull off the hood of the truck. And for good measure he stabbed him as well. Overkill? Not in Shepherd's book.

Standing over the downed soldier, he loaded his previously empty revolver. As he did this he began his speech, "Five days ago, I published a fanfiction. Within hours I had 30,000 negative reviews. And the world just fucking watched. Tomorrow there will be no shortage of positive reviews, no shortage of ideas for my next story. I know you understand."

But as the General pulled the trigger to kill the only man left on the face of the Earth who knew his secret he was attacked by the only other man left who knew about the story.

"Price," growled Shepherd. The man who orchestrated the negative review campaign against stood before him. "Or should I say, "More for your Price"."

The two rivals then engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand fight. From the corner of his eye, Shepherd saw a wounded MacTavish crawling towards his .44 Magnum. With cat-like agility Shepherd leapt over, he first kicked the revolver away then kicked Soap in the face. Once again the Boonie hat wearing bastard attacked the general. As this way occurring, Soap began ripping the knife out of his chest. With a surge of energy, he yanked the knife free. He twirled it in his hand once to get a feeling for it's balance so he would hit his target and then let the edged missile fly. The knife struck the evil general in the eye, blood spraying from he wound.

The life and death of Fanfiction writer, BigBubba Shepherd. 1958-2016. You will be missed.

Ok. This may be a poorly written story at best but I didn't write it to win awards or anything. I sort of wanted to write a story that wasn't Same Stuff, Different Day. Also I had this idea rolling around for awhile now, so why not use it? If you don't like this, tell me. I'd love to hear your opinion. If you like it, then tell me. But that isn't too likely. But it was something fun to write instead of trying to update with something impressive and that will make you wet your pants with glee. If you do that, then you're weird.