Subject: PPC: Time of Judgement: Chapter three
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Posted on: 2009-07-13 03:06:00 UTC

Disclaimer: I don't own Warhammer 40k, D&D the PPC, the Old or New World of Darkness, Instrumentality, or Jayacacia ThornByrd.

Chapter Three: A Hope Crushed.


HQ was in trouble.

Swarms of Daemons poured out from the now-corrupted ruins of OFUM, while huge numbers of PPC Agents, who were present at the time of the first libations in HFA, suddenly turned into Sues and Stus. At the same time, armies of pink-clad fangirls portaled into DoDAEG and began to "do it" with the corpses stored there, cutting off the power all over HQ, and the food in the Cafeteria came to life and turned into a surging mass of horrible monstrosites, who ate everyone in their path. Seconds later, the staff of DoSAT were suddenly found dead, stuffed into a fridge. Even the males.

The Tomb of the Unknown PPC Agent glowed red as a sign of doom, and countless Specters (from oWOD) rose up from the floor below. They were followed by several Abbysal Beings (from nWOD) who began their horrible work on HQ's denizens. There was no place safe, as even Medical was being ravaged by Mindflayers.

A full Company of Chaos Space Marines were sent to DIO, since they were one of the few beings who could have withstood the mix of Urple, Wilver, and Bello that guarded it's headquarters. They made 'pickled peppers' jokes at Agent Peter Piper and weren't punished for it, another sign that this was the Time of Judgement. Legal was under siege. The laws diminishing a monolouging villain's chance of winning had already been altered so that a villain who felt the urge to brag about his, her or it's evil plan can do so without any danger.

The Secret-Self-Defence-Circle (SSDC) were watching all this from a hidden command center situated on the second floor in the Starbucks' outside of HQ.

[[OOC: Need to sleep. Please wait for the extended edition, if you wish. It's your call.]]

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