We at JAM are firm believers of that old adage - live and let live. Being chased through the local, dark forest by pitchfork and fiery torch wielding individuals in peasant garb tends to give a gal that kind of outlook on life. Who'd have thunk that the NIMBY* Brigade would have been so upset at Alyse The Evil Overlord's attempt to enlarge the dungeon without the necessary and proper planning permits. And so, though we mourned the 'ascension' of our beloved and bespeckled Spacemonkey (but not as much as Jack did, not to mention that nice Major Davis) we were prepared to give Jonas Quinn a fighting chance (we thought about a five minutes head start would do).

Imagine our disgust, therefore, when the new season unveiled and we discovered that, far from being the well rounded and interesting character for whom TPTB are so renowned**, not to mention that there are hunkier pieces of bread lurking in Alyse TEO's breadbin (some of which are also more sentient), he was, in short, that bane of writers everywhere - the dreaded Marty Stu.

Since Marty Stus and Mary Sues are, indeed, the fic equivalent of cockroaches and should be stepped on whenever possible, then roasted, spindled and otherwise mutilated, and that if we at JAM ever stooped to such a painfully obvious self-insertion we would be rightfully mocked throughout ficland, we feel we have no option but to offer an intervention at this time. To save these poor benighted writers from themselves, you understand. It's really for their own good. In short...

Jonas Quinn Must Die!***

Higher Learning
 

Summary: Jonass DeathFic. Humour.

Rating: R
Warnings: Gratuitously violent, mild slash undertones, swearing like you wouldn't believe.
Spoilers/Refs: Just about everything. The Fifth Race.
Cause of Death: Windows Fatal Exception Error (You have performed an illegal operation)
Killer: Now that would be telling...

* Not in my backyard (back)

** This is sarcasm (back)

*** This is not intended to be a death threat to either Corin Nemec or the writers who created Jonass Quinn. Just the character. We have no qualms whatsoever about killing fictional people. As for the rest... well, we've run out of places to hide the bodies (back)