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Fan Fiction
There are many fans of the Janoskians that create fan fiction. Some create fantasies of relationships with the five boys from Australia. Others develop ideas of what pranks they should pull next. Some more prolific in recent history was written by "Stalin" in the year 2012. His story comprises of a uniting of everyone, from all walks of life.

Stalin's Story
KILLING THE JANOSKIANS

Joseph Stalin stared coldly at his computer monitor. The old machine whirred ominously as his eyes moved slowly across the page. He was tired. Tired of the constant teenyboppers, likewhores, janoskifags, hipsters and swagfags which inhabited the internet. He blinked slowly. He knew what he had to do. It had been 60 years since he had last seen the light of day, and he breathed deeply as he took his first breath since he had died. He gazed at the city of Moscow, illuminated by the lights of hundreds of skyscrapers. Did the soviet union still exist? He did not know. He was in a hurry because he only had a few hours before his torrent finished downloading (he used shitty optus internet, which disconnected all the time). As he walked along the deserted city streets, he finally made it to the old airfield. An old TU-95 nuclear strategic bomber stood alone on the runway, almost as if it had been waiting for him. A symbol of soviet power preserved in time. He climbed into the aircraft, and the engines burst into life at the smallest touch of the control panel. The bomber took off with a roar from the slightly overgrown airfield. People across the city heard the noise of the huge turboprop engines from miles away. Stalin sat in the cockpit, lost in thought, still considering if this was the right thing to do. He convinced himself that it was. The plane started to head south.

The large tyres touched down on the field just after 12pm local time. Stalin sat in the cockpit a little longer, until getting up to check the arms cabinet towards the tail end of the aircraft. The cabinet glistened with dozens of firearms ranging from nagant revolvers to Kalashnikov type 108s. He withdrew an M44 rifle and a PTRS anti tank rifle. He knew he would have to use the anti tank rifle to defeat a rather large and near indestructable enemy. Stalin walked towards Melbourne Central station. People gave him funny looks, since he was dressed in his military uniform and was carrying what appeared to be half the arsenal of the Red Army. People must have thought the weapons were fake, because no one fled in fear. Yet.

Stalin waited, and waited, and waited for hours. Not a single thread of emotion passed through his rather rugged visage. Then it happened. He saw the Prius pull up next to the station, and 4 teenyboppers get out. Stalin readied his rifle. It appeared that there was another member of the group, but he was having immense difficulty leaving the Prius due to his enormous size. For the first time, a sliver of fear passed through Stalins heart. He gripped the M44 rifle tightly and extended the side-folding bayonet. The Janoskians were around 100 metres from him, he was not going to miss this shot. BANG! The M44 rifle barked in his hands as a spray of pink mist exited from the skull of the nearest snapback wearing Janoskian. Stalin rapidly pulled back the bolt again for another shot. 1 down, 4 to go, he thought to himself. The rifle shot out a plume of flame as the next teenybopper went down, half his skull in fragments from the high velocity 7.62x54mm bullet. By then, the other Janoskians were freaking out, screaming in high pitched girly voices. The fat one had not yet been able to exit the Prius. Stalin pulled the bolt back into position frantically. The rifles next retort signaled yet another Janoskian going down. “URAAAAH!!!” Stalin roared as he charged towards the second last Janoskian. The bayonet sunk deep into the janoskians face. “THAT IS FOR ABUSING WAR VETERANS!” He roared. In their last video, Awkward Train Situations #19, they had attacked and stolen the vodka from a veteran of the 1979 Operation Vas Deferans, which took place in East Derkistan, a soviet satellite state. Blood foamed out of the mouth of the Janoskian as Stalin repeatedly stabbed him until he moved no longer. Suddenly, with the sound of an earthquake, Stalin was pushed to the ground. He looked up. It was the legendary James. More commonly known as “The Fat Janoskian” or "The Fat One". Stalin felt a sudden thrill of pure terror. He quickly scrambled up and grabbed the PTRS-41 anti-tank rifle just as James started to charge at him once more.

Joseph breathed heavily. He was holding his PTRS-41 anti tank rifle. He struggled to raise it, and seconds before the Fat Janoskian collided with him, he fired a titanium tipped penetrator right into his stomach. The sound of the rifle set off car alarms everywhere. Stalin felt his ear drums blow out it was so loud. When his blurry vision cleared, Stalin looked upon James's body, lying amongst the mutilated carcasses of the other Janoskians. Melbourne central station was deserted. Everyone had fled when the first gunshots had gone off. Finally, Stalin thought with relief, the internet was free. Stalin fired the remaining 4 rounds of the PTRS-41 into James's body, just to make sure. Here was the fabled "Fat Janoskian", who had terrorised millions of innocent people. He was finally dead, his enormous stomach split open, revealing the contents of entire vehicles, cities, and people he had consumed. Stalin turned to leave, desperate to continue his crusade against the other scum of the internet who were situated in other countries. That was when he noticed the teenyboppers.

There must have been around 9000 slightly retarded teenyboppers standing in the way of Stalins escape route back to the TU-95 bomber. These were the elite, the republican guard of the Janoskians. These were the most effective troops in the Janoskians arsenal, and the most intelligent. While on the internet, they had been dangerous enough, using horrible spelling, grammar and genuine retardation to win in arguments, in real life, their shear number could crush anyone who opposed their cult of the janoskians. Stalin was fucked. He did not have much ammunition left for the M44 rifle, and he had just used the remaining PTRS-41 ammunition in desecrating the fat janoskians corpse. Stalin ran over to the Prius. He knew what he had to do. He had a laser target designator in his pocket, and had thrown it into the mass of teenyboppers. Somewhere off the coast of Australia, the Russian aircraft carrier "Rustle'De Jimez" had picked up the signal, and had sent a flight group to intercept the target designator which had just been activated.

Meanwhile, Stalin got down really close to the ground, just as the scream of MIG-35 jets flying overhead reached his ears. The MIGs dropped three KAB-500L laser guided bombs upon the writhing mass of teenyboppers. Limbs trailing blood flew in all directions as the monstrosity was parted. Stalin seized this opportunity and ran through the gap created by the bombs. By then, the teenyboppers realised what was happening, and began to close in, hurling badly thought out insults at Stalin.

The field on which the TU-95 bomber had landed upon was just ahead. Stalin increased his pace, he wasn't going to be able to take off because the teenyboppers were so close behind him, but he had another weapon on his side. He quickly scrambled into the cockpit, and activated the automatic takeoff autopilot. The plane began to move, just as Stalin moved to the tail section, which held the impressive twin barreled GSh-23L machinegun. The horde of janoskian fans had reached the aircraft, but by then it was picking up speed. Stalin fired bursts from the machinegun, using the high explosive 23mm rounds to effectively deal with any of the fanatics which got close enough. Some of the larger, more overweight of the fans would take a few shells to go down. Stalin did not stop firing until the TU-95 was safely 100 metres in the air. It was only then that the horde stopped chasing him. He had achieved total victory.

Fan Fiction
There are many fans of the Janoskians that create fan fiction. Some create fantasies of relationships with the five boys from Australia. Others develop ideas of what pranks they should pull next. Some more prolific in recent history was written by "Stalin" in the year 2012. His story comprises of a uniting of everyone, from all walks of life.

Stalin's Story
KILLING THE JANOSKIANS

Joseph Stalin stared coldly at his computer monitor. The old machine whirred ominously as his eyes moved slowly across the page. He was tired. Tired of the constant teenyboppers, likewhores, janoskifags, hipsters and swagfags which inhabited the internet. He blinked slowly. He knew what he had to do. It had been 60 years since he had last seen the light of day, and he breathed deeply as he took his first breath since he had died. He gazed at the city of Moscow, illuminated by the lights of hundreds of skyscrapers. Did the soviet union still exist? He did not know. He was in a hurry because he only had a few hours before his torrent finished downloading (he used shitty optus internet, which disconnected all the time). As he walked along the deserted city streets, he finally made it to the old airfield. An old TU-95 nuclear strategic bomber stood alone on the runway, almost as if it had been waiting for him. A symbol of soviet power preserved in time. He climbed into the aircraft, and the engines burst into life at the smallest touch of the control panel. The bomber took off with a roar from the slightly overgrown airfield. People across the city heard the noise of the huge turboprop engines from miles away. Stalin sat in the cockpit, lost in thought, still considering if this was the right thing to do. He convinced himself that it was. The plane started to head south.

The large tyres touched down on the field just after 12pm local time. Stalin sat in the cockpit a little longer, until getting up to check the arms cabinet towards the tail end of the aircraft. The cabinet glistened with dozens of firearms ranging from nagant revolvers to Kalashnikov type 108s. He withdrew an M44 rifle and a PTRS anti tank rifle. He knew he would have to use the anti tank rifle to defeat a rather large and near indestructable enemy. Stalin walked towards Melbourne Central station. People gave him funny looks, since he was dressed in his military uniform and was carrying what appeared to be half the arsenal of the Red Army. People must have thought the weapons were fake, because no one fled in fear. Yet.

Stalin waited, and waited, and waited for hours. Not a single thread of emotion passed through his rather rugged visage. Then it happened. He saw the Prius pull up next to the station, and 4 teenyboppers get out. Stalin readied his rifle. It appeared that there was another member of the group, but he was having immense difficulty leaving the Prius due to his enormous size. For the first time, a sliver of fear passed through Stalins heart. He gripped the M44 rifle tightly and extended the side-folding bayonet. The Janoskians were around 100 metres from him, he was not going to miss this shot. BANG! The M44 rifle barked in his hands as a spray of pink mist exited from the skull of the nearest snapback wearing Janoskian. Stalin rapidly pulled back the bolt again for another shot. 1 down, 4 to go, he thought to himself. The rifle shot out a plume of flame as the next teenybopper went down, half his skull in fragments from the high velocity 7.62x54mm bullet. By then, the other Janoskians were freaking out, screaming in high pitched girly voices. The fat one had not yet been able to exit the Prius. Stalin pulled the bolt back into position frantically. The rifles next retort signaled yet another Janoskian going down. “URAAAAH!!!” Stalin roared as he charged towards the second last Janoskian. The bayonet sunk deep into the janoskians face. “THAT IS FOR ABUSING WAR VETERANS!” He roared. In their last video, Awkward Train Situations #19, they had attacked and stolen the vodka from a veteran of the 1979 Operation Vas Deferans, which took place in East Derkistan, a soviet satellite state. Blood foamed out of the mouth of the Janoskian as Stalin repeatedly stabbed him until he moved no longer. Suddenly, with the sound of an earthquake, Stalin was pushed to the ground. He looked up. It was the legendary James. More commonly known as “The Fat Janoskian” or "The Fat One". Stalin felt a sudden thrill of pure terror. He quickly scrambled up and grabbed the PTRS-41 anti-tank rifle just as James started to charge at him once more.

Joseph breathed heavily. He was holding his PTRS-41 anti tank rifle. He struggled to raise it, and seconds before the Fat Janoskian collided with him, he fired a titanium tipped penetrator right into his stomach. The sound of the rifle set off car alarms everywhere. Stalin felt his ear drums blow out it was so loud. When his blurry vision cleared, Stalin looked upon James's body, lying amongst the mutilated carcasses of the other Janoskians. Melbourne central station was deserted. Everyone had fled when the first gunshots had gone off. Finally, Stalin thought with relief, the internet was free. Stalin fired the remaining 4 rounds of the PTRS-41 into James's body, just to make sure. Here was the fabled "Fat Janoskian", who had terrorised millions of innocent people. He was finally dead, his enormous stomach split open, revealing the contents of entire vehicles, cities, and people he had consumed. Stalin turned to leave, desperate to continue his crusade against the other scum of the internet who were situated in other countries. That was when he noticed the teenyboppers.

There must have been around 9000 slightly retarded teenyboppers standing in the way of Stalins escape route back to the TU-95 bomber. These were the elite, the republican guard of the Janoskians. These were the most effective troops in the Janoskians arsenal, and the most intelligent. While on the internet, they had been dangerous enough, using horrible spelling, grammar and genuine retardation to win in arguments, in real life, their shear number could crush anyone who opposed their cult of the janoskians. Stalin was fucked. He did not have much ammunition left for the M44 rifle, and he had just used the remaining PTRS-41 ammunition in desecrating the fat janoskians corpse. Stalin ran over to the Prius. He knew what he had to do. He had a laser target designator in his pocket, and had thrown it into the mass of teenyboppers. Somewhere off the coast of Australia, the Russian aircraft carrier "Rustle'De Jimez" had picked up the signal, and had sent a flight group to intercept the target designator which had just been activated.

Meanwhile, Stalin got down really close to the ground, just as the scream of MIG-35 jets flying overhead reached his ears. The MIGs dropped three KAB-500L laser guided bombs upon the writhing mass of teenyboppers. Limbs trailing blood flew in all directions as the monstrosity was parted. Stalin seized this opportunity and ran through the gap created by the bombs. By then, the teenyboppers realised what was happening, and began to close in, hurling badly thought out insults at Stalin.

The field on which the TU-95 bomber had landed upon was just ahead. Stalin increased his pace, he wasn't going to be able to take off because the teenyboppers were so close behind him, but he had another weapon on his side. He quickly scrambled into the cockpit, and activated the automatic takeoff autopilot. The plane began to move, just as Stalin moved to the tail section, which held the impressive twin barreled GSh-23L machinegun. The horde of janoskian fans had reached the aircraft, but by then it was picking up speed. Stalin fired bursts from the machinegun, using the high explosive 23mm rounds to effectively deal with any of the fanatics which got close enough. Some of the larger, more overweight of the fans would take a few shells to go down. Stalin did not stop firing until the TU-95 was safely 100 metres in the air. It was only then that the horde stopped chasing him. He had achieved total victory.