Well, like I said, I'm not expecting permission the first time around. ah well here goes:

AGENTS:THE FANART SOLDIERS:three new agents that were born from hooking a portal generator that was set to fan-art to a reality room. They are from the battlefield continuum, and their department is the DMS.

Grigori:Known as “Greg” to his “brothers”, he is the middle-oldest of the fan-art soldiers. His appearance is that of a 25-year-old generic Russian male with white hair and an average build. He is derived from the Russian assault class from Battlefield 4, and shares that class’s abilities and uniform(albeit with the PPC flash patch).

Personality-wise, he is a stoic loner, only preferring to interact with the other fan-art soldiers. He is also described as the “ego” in contrast to Anderson's stubborn hyperactivity and Zhao's tendency to overanalyze.

His weapons are an SVK-12 marksman rifle, an MP-443 pistol, An M320 loaded with flashbang rounds, and a knife. He also has medic training.

He is a fan of Shonen anime, Comic books, and video games.

He dislikes bad biology or any kind of sex squick(he has the lowest tolerance of the 3)


Zhao:the youngest of the fan-art soldiers, he is derived from the Chinese engineer class. He is 20 years old(biologically), and very slim, with black hair.

Zhao is intelligent but has a tendency to overanalyze situations. He is also described as “nerdy”. He has middle squick tolerance

His weapons are a JS2 PDW, a QSZ-92 pistol, an SMAW, and a knife.
He also can use a blowtorch for close combat.

He likes philosophy and mechanics magazines and books, in addition to puzzles.
He dislikes idiotic plots or bad logic.

Anderson:the eldest of the fan-art soldiers. Derived from the American support class, Anderson is hyperactive and stubborn. Has the highest squick tolerance of the three.

He has the appearance of a generic American male of 28 years, with blond hair and is very muscular.

His weapons are a LSAT machinegun, an M9 pistol, a XM25 loaded with DART flechettes, C4 explosives, and a knife.

He likes action movies, guns, and killing Mary sues.
He dislikes overpowered or “wangsty” OCs.

WRITING SAMPLE:1:agent recruitment(or creation, in this case): “Hurry up!” yelled a DoSAT technician at his two subordinates as they hooked a portal generator into a reality room. “The agents will need this any second!”said the technician. Why are they hooking a portal generator into a reality room, you ask? It all happened because of a shortage of agents. The Marquis de sod had been looking for agents to mission badfic in some....unlikable continua such as sonic or the inheritance cycle. So he ordered the DoSAT technicians to use the reality room and fan-art to create new agents.

The fan-art selected was from the battlefield continuum.

“We're ready.”said a technician. The portal generator was activated, and the fan-art appeared through the portal, becoming three-dimensional in the process. But then, the generator exploded, sucking the background of the art back into the collapsing portal. All that was left were three stunned technicians and three bodies from the fan art.

Spitting out soot, the technicians examined the bodies. One was a Russian assault trooper, the second was a Chinese combat engineer, and the third was an American heavy support. Due to the nature of the fan-art, the bodies were unconscious, mindless, and groaning. “Medical probably has those culture implants ready.”said the head technician.

In the medical department room, there were three pods. Each of the pods was holding one of the three bodies from the reality room explosion. They were being injected with concentrated canon energy to transform them from their generic state. The cultural implants were having the necessary information downloaded. Said information included their personalities and skills, in addition to basic knowledge of the PPC.

When all was done, the pods opened, or more accurately, shorted out, evaporating the liquid inside and causing the bodies to fall out. “Ugh, I feel like I got hit with a truck! Wait, I’ve never seen a truck?!”said the first, the Russian soldier. “It seems we have been brought to life. Wait, who are you two?”said the Chinese engineer. “My god, what happened? Wait, this is the first thing that's happened to me.” said the last, the American support. “Well, that worked, I guess?”said a technician. “Uh, who are you, and where are we?”inquired the soldiers. “Long story.” said the head technician. “Go see the Marquis-de-sod. He'll tell you what happens from here on out.”he said.

“Man, this is weird.”said the support trooper. “We're being sent to a flower?”said the engineer. “Just go along with it, we have no-where else to go.”said the assault soldier. After what felt like half an hour of aimless wandering, they found the office of the Marquis-de-sod. “Well, here we are.”said the three in unison.

“Welcome.”said the Marquis-de-sod. The sight of a massive flower that spoke through telepathy was definitely the single weirdest thing the soldiers had seen in their 35-minute lives. “Want me to explain some things, like why you are here?”said the flower. “Yes. Yes please.” replied the soldiers. “I am a member of the department heads of the protectors of the plot continuum. We defend canon universes from bad fanfiction.”said the flower. “If I may”said the Russian “I believe you may have played a part in our creation.” “Indeed I did. We are running out of agents in the department of mary sues. Some continua, such as the sonic universe or twilight are being severely damaged by badfic. I created you three for the purpose of missioning badfic in those continua.”said the flower. “Is that not right, Grigori?” “I like that name.” said the Russian. “If I may, can my name be Zhao?” said the Chinese. “And I'll be Anderson.” said the American. “Yes, yes.”said the flower. “You already have basic knowledge on how to fight, so training will be short.”said the Marquis-de-sod. “Your response center is #58556762. Dismissed!” “Yes sir!”stated the soldiers.

“Well, we got ourselves a job.” said Grigori. “I really hope that the response center is at least well furnished.”said Zhao. “Something tells me it's not.” said Anderson.

“You were right.” Zhao said. The response center was full of boxes.

2:Bargaining for items at the store: “come on!” yelled Zhao angrily. “I wasted all my ammo dealing with all those replacements! Do you at least have some 5.8 Chinese PDW around here?” “We did, but Sergio bought it all.”said the clerk. “Look, if you like SMGs, we have a large selection in the back. The clerk led Zhao and Anderson to the rear of the armory. “This is all western!”Zhao screamed. “I don't know how to use a UMP or an MP7!” “And there's no 5.56 caseless!” said Anderson. “I ran out of LSAT ammo just like Zhao!”. “Calm down.”said the clerk. “Anderson, there's an M240 that's been gathering dust at the back. Use that.” “Fine.” said Anderson. “But I like my LSAT.” he said scornfully.

Grigori was waiting outside. “Get what you wanted?” he inquired. “Sergio turbo bought all the DVP-92 ammo. And all the other PDWs are Western!” said Zhao as he stormed out of the armory. “At least Anderson got a '240!”. “Calm down.” Said Grigori. “I can train you on how to use an AKU-12.” he said to Zhao. “those are more powerful than your old JS2.” “fine.” Zhao said.

I don't know how to create links, but the badfic I'll be sporking is "light and dark the adventures of dark yagami".

So, what do you think? does anyone think I'm ready?

Well, like I said, I'm not expecting permission the first time around. ah well here goes:

AGENTS:THE FANART SOLDIERS:three new agents that were born from hooking a portal generator that was set to fan-art to a reality room. They are from the battlefield continuum, and their department is the DMS.

Grigori:Known as “Greg” to his “brothers”, he is the middle-oldest of the fan-art soldiers. His appearance is that of a 25-year-old generic Russian male with white hair and an average build. He is derived from the Russian assault class from Battlefield 4, and shares that class’s abilities and uniform(albeit with the PPC flash patch).

Personality-wise, he is a stoic loner, only preferring to interact with the other fan-art soldiers. He is also described as the “ego” in contrast to Anderson's stubborn hyperactivity and Zhao's tendency to overanalyze.

His weapons are an SVK-12 marksman rifle, an MP-443 pistol, An M320 loaded with flashbang rounds, and a knife. He also has medic training.

He is a fan of Shonen anime, Comic books, and video games.

He dislikes bad biology or any kind of sex squick(he has the lowest tolerance of the 3)


Zhao:the youngest of the fan-art soldiers, he is derived from the Chinese engineer class. He is 20 years old(biologically), and very slim, with black hair.

Zhao is intelligent but has a tendency to overanalyze situations. He is also described as “nerdy”. He has middle squick tolerance

His weapons are a JS2 PDW, a QSZ-92 pistol, an SMAW, and a knife.
He also can use a blowtorch for close combat.

He likes philosophy and mechanics magazines and books, in addition to puzzles.
He dislikes idiotic plots or bad logic.

Anderson:the eldest of the fan-art soldiers. Derived from the American support class, Anderson is hyperactive and stubborn. Has the highest squick tolerance of the three.

He has the appearance of a generic American male of 28 years, with blond hair and is very muscular.

His weapons are a LSAT machinegun, an M9 pistol, a XM25 loaded with DART flechettes, C4 explosives, and a knife.

He likes action movies, guns, and killing Mary sues.
He dislikes overpowered or “wangsty” OCs.

WRITING SAMPLE:1:agent recruitment(or creation, in this case): “Hurry up!” yelled a DoSAT technician at his two subordinates as they hooked a portal generator into a reality room. “The agents will need this any second!”said the technician. Why are they hooking a portal generator into a reality room, you ask? It all happened because of a shortage of agents. The Marquis de sod had been looking for agents to mission badfic in some....unlikable continua such as sonic or the inheritance cycle. So he ordered the DoSAT technicians to use the reality room and fan-art to create new agents.

The fan-art selected was from the battlefield continuum.

“We're ready.”said a technician. The portal generator was activated, and the fan-art appeared through the portal, becoming three-dimensional in the process. But then, the generator exploded, sucking the background of the art back into the collapsing portal. All that was left were three stunned technicians and three bodies from the fan art.

Spitting out soot, the technicians examined the bodies. One was a Russian assault trooper, the second was a Chinese combat engineer, and the third was an American heavy support. Due to the nature of the fan-art, the bodies were unconscious, mindless, and groaning. “Medical probably has those culture implants ready.”said the head technician.

In the medical department room, there were three pods. Each of the pods was holding one of the three bodies from the reality room explosion. They were being injected with concentrated canon energy to transform them from their generic state. The cultural implants were having the necessary information downloaded. Said information included their personalities and skills, in addition to basic knowledge of the PPC.

When all was done, the pods opened, or more accurately, shorted out, evaporating the liquid inside and causing the bodies to fall out. “Ugh, I feel like I got hit with a truck! Wait, I’ve never seen a truck?!”said the first, the Russian soldier. “It seems we have been brought to life. Wait, who are you two?”said the Chinese engineer. “My god, what happened? Wait, this is the first thing that's happened to me.” said the last, the American support. “Well, that worked, I guess?”said a technician. “Uh, who are you, and where are we?”inquired the soldiers. “Long story.” said the head technician. “Go see the Marquis-de-sod. He'll tell you what happens from here on out.”he said.

“Man, this is weird.”said the support trooper. “We're being sent to a flower?”said the engineer. “Just go along with it, we have no-where else to go.”said the assault soldier. After what felt like half an hour of aimless wandering, they found the office of the Marquis-de-sod. “Well, here we are.”said the three in unison.

“Welcome.”said the Marquis-de-sod. The sight of a massive flower that spoke through telepathy was definitely the single weirdest thing the soldiers had seen in their 35-minute lives. “Want me to explain some things, like why you are here?”said the flower. “Yes. Yes please.” replied the soldiers. “I am a member of the department heads of the protectors of the plot continuum. We defend canon universes from bad fanfiction.”said the flower. “If I may”said the Russian “I believe you may have played a part in our creation.” “Indeed I did. We are running out of agents in the department of mary sues. Some continua, such as the sonic universe or twilight are being severely damaged by badfic. I created you three for the purpose of missioning badfic in those continua.”said the flower. “Is that not right, Grigori?” “I like that name.” said the Russian. “If I may, can my name be Zhao?” said the Chinese. “And I'll be Anderson.” said the American. “Yes, yes.”said the flower. “You already have basic knowledge on how to fight, so training will be short.”said the Marquis-de-sod. “Your response center is #58556762. Dismissed!” “Yes sir!”stated the soldiers.

“Well, we got ourselves a job.” said Grigori. “I really hope that the response center is at least well furnished.”said Zhao. “Something tells me it's not.” said Anderson.

“You were right.” Zhao said. The response center was full of boxes.

2:Bargaining for items at the store: “come on!” yelled Zhao angrily. “I wasted all my ammo dealing with all those replacements! Do you at least have some 5.8 Chinese PDW around here?” “We did, but Sergio bought it all.”said the clerk. “Look, if you like SMGs, we have a large selection in the back. The clerk led Zhao and Anderson to the rear of the armory. “This is all western!”Zhao screamed. “I don't know how to use a UMP or an MP7!” “And there's no 5.56 caseless!” said Anderson. “I ran out of LSAT ammo just like Zhao!”. “Calm down.”said the clerk. “Anderson, there's an M240 that's been gathering dust at the back. Use that.” “Fine.” said Anderson. “But I like my LSAT.” he said scornfully.

Grigori was waiting outside. “Get what you wanted?” he inquired. “Sergio turbo bought all the DVP-92 ammo. And all the other PDWs are Western!” said Zhao as he stormed out of the armory. “At least Anderson got a '240!”. “Calm down.” Said Grigori. “I can train you on how to use an AKU-12.” he said to Zhao. “those are more powerful than your old JS2.” “fine.” Zhao said.

I don't know how to create links, but the badfic I'll be sporking is "light and dark the adventures of dark yagami".

So, what do you think? does anyone think I'm ready?

I have read the original series and many spinoffs. I agree to the constitution. I have participated in board and IRC discussions.

I think I'm ready.

Here's the big confusing list of what you need to do.