Subject: Re: Herro!
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Posted on: 2010-03-15 00:36:00 UTC
That's not my sanity. When I joined the Society I threw all of that into our incinerator.
Subject: Re: Herro!
Author:
Posted on: 2010-03-15 00:36:00 UTC
That's not my sanity. When I joined the Society I threw all of that into our incinerator.
A hello from one of the agents of the Anti-Cliché and Mary-Sue Elimination Society. We wish to establish diplomatic relations.
Fair winds!
-inspects ship- It seems to be a Star Trek crack ship. Our agent Ossa will probably like it. She comes up with the oddest pairings in the world.
Here's a spot check. Many of our agents seem to miss them.
Here, have a large nest of assorted, unexplained eggs! I don't know what's in them, probably not safe to eat.
I think they're Easter eggs. From games.
And now I present you with pie.
Have some portal guns.
I read one of your mission-type-things once. You guys are good.
Have a softnose laser! Er, many softnose lasers!
Wow, thank you. In gratitude I present you a bunch of explosives and C4.
...which fic was it?
Welcome to the Board! Glad to see another organization like this one. In honor of our meeting, have an emperor scorpion and a collection of unprinted novels.
The Society thanks you for those and in return gives you a stack of manuals for So You Want to Be a Gary-Stu Killer Who Uses Inexplicably Sharp Weapons to Eviscerate Victims by our resident Gary-Stu Gutter, Michael, and a tribble in stasis. Watch out, because those things reproduce like mad once they're out of it. Rest assured they will eat all your snacks and attack any halflings, Sues, or Klingons in the area.
I'm afraid you can't bring that into the meeting. *points to asterselene's sanity* Please leave it in the provided receptacle. *indicates bucket marked "Warg Fodder"*
That's not my sanity. When I joined the Society I threw all of that into our incinerator.
I suppose the Wargs will dine on Sueflesh tonight.
Does your association have anyone who covers bad slash? Perhaps we could organise exchanges :D
In the Society we don't have separate departments, so any of our agents are capable of covering bad slash.
Welcome to the PPC! Here's a Glitter-proof shield from the Raven Armory (it can't be Sueified and it also acts as a make-shift wall to block out Bad Things). It's nice to see another Anti-Sue group. Welcome to the insanity!
Awesome. We shall fortify our room containing the Fourth Wall with it (because the Sues always seem to attack that place when they do attack us). Here's one of our Bookmarks. It makes the Sue easier to track by giving it dog ears. It makes for a good laugh too.
Would you so kind as to take this rather large bag of punctuation? It never hurts to have a little extra on hand in our line of work.
Oh, thank you! As a thank you gift I'll give you this bag of red and green squiggly lines from our Word databases.
Excellent! Gotta love those Christmas colored correction aids.
According to NaNoWriMo, this happens if you flood a Word doc with them, which provides a very good method of destroying stories.
It makes me happy to know the artificial intelligence that will one day overthrow us all is a stickler for spelling.
Meanwhile, the Society computers run on cake, OpenOffice, Microsoft Word, and a sexy hologram with a large chest. How about yours?
The electricity generated by dead authors spinning in their graves at the horrors perpetrated on their works.
No, really. J.R.R. Tolkien alone powers about half of Headquarters.
Be careful with your power sources. The cake is a lie, you know. ^_~
~Neshomeh
It's not a lie, Chell just never got it.
And since Portal 2 was announced, Chell never escaped, so she never had a success.
I'm still pretty new here, so I'm not entirely sure. My pair of sporkers, who both have aspirations of agent-hood, seem to have observed massive amounts of booze, vaguely sadistic plant life, and snark.
It's okay, my Agent is one of the biggest idiots in the entire Multiverse. Not to mention she controls a ton of power and has NO IDEA HOW TO USE IT.
Ah. That's pretty cool. One of my agent hopefuls was the God of the Thunder for twelve minutes. It left her with mild super strength, a tendency to conduct static electricity, and a really bad temper.
Have some bleeprin and a heavy blunt object and a fox. How delightful to meet a sister organisation. Diplomatic relations should be most pleasant. I am Sedri, a relative Oldbie and Assassin for the Department of Mary Sues. Nice to meet you. :)
Awesome. In exchange for the stuff you gave us I am giving you a plate of cookies stolen from Adrian's office (shhhhh), a crowbar, and the charred remains of a mutant tree that ripped up all our Bomberman manga (but I'm sure you guys know how to use it better than we do).
I'm Aster Selene, also known as Fuzzle-san, creator of the OC of Aster. Who's pretty much a generic agent...and an idiot.
Also, the link to our TVtropes is on the PPC TVtropes page. Dunno who put it there though.
Um... Yeah. That's about it.