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James Cameron shows how much he cares about the environment.

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.

Not to be confused with Avatar: The Last Airbender or Khaela Mensha Khaine's Avatar.

Very much to be confused with the 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 the consciousness is named Ewya.

FUCK YOU CAMERON, FUCK YOU! YOU CAN ONLY RIDE THE TOLERANCE YOU BUILT UP FROM ALIENS AND TERMINATOR 2 FOR SO LONG FAGGOT!

The cast

~~James Cameron~~ ~~John Connor~~ ~~Jack Dawson~~ ~~Jake Sullivan~~ Semaj 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 only mineral deposit on the planet happens to be under their current one, he proceeds to totally fail to do so, lie to everyone, get half of them killed avoidably, and then be forgiven for it after capturing a legendary Pokemon.
Colonel Milhouse Quidditch: Three-times world coffee drinking champion and Earth's top racist, sent to yell incoherently and blow things up. The unsung hero.
Useless evil corporate guy: A greedy executive 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.
Useless scientist and Useless 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 doing anything useful for the people who employ her and 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 ass~~ has 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.
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. Would normally betray his people out of jealousy only to to be killed by the people he was trying to help to show how evil they are, but this was clearly not perfect enough for the blue cat-abominations and so he just glares at stuff and then later stops.
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, and never fight among themselves, 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 people~~ evil humans. 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's~~ human 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.

The story

There is a 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 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 an 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 humies), 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, 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 scientist 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. 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 and locates his wanking lair by tracking the scent of Axe body spray and BO, and 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 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 Earth organizes some suitable germ warfare / orbital bombardment to deal with the furry infestation.

Tyranids happen the end.

The good ending

Or possibly...

Even better...

Well, that last one is a happy ending once you replace the humans with blue cat people...

Things that rock

Quaritch knows when dealing with furries, the best negotiating position is sitting on a huge pile of guns.

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 fear 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.
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.

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. 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 shooting his way out of the giant space allosaurus-cat that swallowed him 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-space-elf asked her to, rather than the many other Na'vi praying to her.
The Na'vi screw with their hair. They also stick their screwing hair into animals while they ride. In addition to being furries, the Na'vi are also into bestiality. Slaanesh approves of Avatar!
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!" 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)
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 and still exist today [when most people in Western society couldn't count past their fingers and toes, the Middle-East had algebra], and that even the most primitive human cultures would think of the Na'vi as backward, shit-chucking apes). 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.
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.

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: [1]

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.

Gallery

The first rough draft of the script.
One of the most iconic victories in the movie.
An up-close look at a Na'vi specimen.
The avatar creation program in progress.
Read this comic and you basically have seen the whole movie.
The whole movie, beginning to end.
A na'vi mating ritual in process.
For some reason, he doesn't notice the giant, growling monster 2 feet away from him.
THIS IS SPARTA!!!!!!!!
Unleash the furry!
The true hero of Avatar.
Welcome to Azero... I mean Pandora!
How the movie should have ended.
SUFFER NOT THE SMURF TO LIVE!!!
The Adeptus Astartes have come to cleanse this world of the Na'vi taint. Be prepared.
The Predator, showing how to get shit done!