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Introduction to Book One

Standard Disclaimer:

First of all, as we all know, Paramount owns pretty much everything. I know that, and still I've spent a good chunk of my free time over the last four months writing this story. Go figure.

Second. I really have spent a good chunk of my free time over the past four months on this story. Therefore, I'm pretty proprietary about it at this point. Please do not archive or distribute without permission. If you really like it that much, you should at least be nice enough to ask. It's all part of that feedback thing. By the way, you can do that feedback thing by writing to me at: MEHopson@aol.com

Third. I have added a number of characters to this story. None of these character appeared in the televised episode of The Killing Game. They are all out of my imagination, and I'm pretty attached to them, too.

 

Oodles and Oodles of Thanks:

I owe so much thanks, and I believe a few Cadbury Creme Eggs, to my beta-reader, Susan. Susan, however, is much more than a beta-reader. (At one time she referred to herself as a fanfic writing intern, among other things, but I think that underplays her role.) For one thing, Susan is the one who first posed the challenge for Killing Game fanfic during a P/T Collective chat on AOL. She's spent hours online with me, arguing plot points, hashing out dialogue, telling me to go write, etc. Believe me, if it weren't for Susan, I doubt I would have ever finished this thing. And, it would certainly have big gaping holes throughout. So, yay, Susan! =)

I also need to thank my Gamma readers. Gamma readers are the wonderful people who volunteered to read this story when Susan and I had totally lost perspective. They all seemed to like it. These wonderful people, in no particular order are: Barb, Julie, PJs, Jennifer, Carrie, and Laura. Thank you Gamma-ers!

 

Story Notes (in no particular order):

1. I've done a fair amount of research on the time period in which most of this story is set, but I don't have a research budget, and I do have a job that they expect me at 10 hours a day. So, I may have inadvertently missed something. Please, if I've messed up, let me know. And, please keep in mind that I wasn't born until the early '70's.
2. On a related note, September 22, 1944 was a Friday, not a Sunday. So, you know, TPTB mess up, too.
3. This one is VERY important. Bobby is not Tom, and Brigitte is not B'Elanna. I developed Bobby and Brigitte as separate characters, and so, if you do not like my characterizations because you think I've messed with Tom and B'Elanna, please do not flame me. I meant for them to be different in some ways.
4. The Universal Translator. It doesn't exist yet. I do not speak French. This story is riddled with French. (Mainly at the beginning of sentences. Mainly unimportant, or easily recognized by most people.) I've tried to use the French correctly, consulting dictionaries, non-native French speakers, and an online translation program. If you think there is something wrong with my French, please tell me. The German should be okay. Susan and I have 10 years of German between us, and most of it was spoken in the episode.
5. Which brings us to the character of Jens Kroeger. Jens Kroeger was named after a character in the first-year German textbook, Neue Freunde . (I apologize to Harctcout-Brace-Javonovich for my infringement.) Susan and I, although 4 years apart in age, and 2000 miles apart in location, had the same German book. After all, there aren't too many out there. If you've taken German in the last ten years at the high school level, you probably had this book as well. Anyway, Jens was a dweeb. He wore a pink bandana around his neck all of the time, and, according to a popular vote by my German class, he was a junkie. As Susan so aptly put it one evening, "Peter Seber {another character} would kick Jens' @$$", and "Nobody's inviting Jens to a Party im Kellar ." So, we decided that he probably turned out pretty bitter, and would make the perfect evil Kommandant.
6. Sarah McLachlan is the official musician of this fanfic. Into the Fire , for no particular reason, (except maybe the last scene of Part One) is the official song of this fanfic. Oddly enough, though, Susan and I discovered that we were both listening to Into the Fire regularly while working on this story. I now apologize to Arista Records for any offense they might take.

 

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