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Can someone with more knowledge of the wiki let me know if there is a way to get timestamps and users who made edits? The second to last paragraph bothers me. Namely the "excuse for a human being" phrase. That's not an okay thing to write.

As for the ban/unban issue I'll come back to it after I think on it for a bit.

At the time of Bramandin's ban, multiple people accepted Tomash's proposal that Bramandin be banned until 'receipt of a request that indicates some (not necessarily massive, but more than tiny, unless that's all that's needed) improvement in Bramandin's ability to interact with the PPC'. To further quote Tomash: 'I'm proposing this modification because, when you have a cast on, you can't take it off just because you feel like your bone isn't broken anymore.'

I feel that this requirement should be borne in mind when considering whether to unblock Bramandin.

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On the technical front, the Nameless Admin will enact an unblock under the following circumstances:

1/ At least one week has passed since this thread was posted.
2/ The discussion has clearly ended, with no additional opinions in 48 hours.
3/ At least 60% of those giving an opinion vote for an unblock.

If at least 60% are voting explicitly for a continued block, the block will continue. Any other result will lead to a request for more opinions. Explicit abstensions (eg, Tomash's post) will be counted as a 'third party vote', ie, they count as part of the 100%, but not as either 60%. Simply not giving an opinion (eg, my post here) does not count as a vote.

The three requirements will be ignored if at least 15 people post in the first 48 hours, with a 60% majority voting for unblock and no votes for a continued block. This will be subject to identity verification by IP, and confirmation that no off-Board collusion was involved.

Any of these rules may be changed by request of at least 6 non-banned Boarders unanimously, or by a 50% majority of Boarders voting on the issue.

I'm sorry to come over all legalistic, but I flat-out refuse to allow any uncertainty in what the Nameless Admin will and won't do here.

hS

that I should link Bram's wiki user page, which contains a lot of her versions of the events of the past few years.

- Tomash

And yes, you may. This should be interesting. ^_^

~Neshomeh

Bramadin would like to be unblocked from the Board and the rest of the PPC, since it's now September and she feels that she's ready to come back and has been for a while. She's willing to work with anyone who volunteers to be a mentor and mediate disputes or tell her to back off. She has made clear that said mentor(s) need to be willing to consider her point of view and attempt to explain how her actions differ from apparently identical actions taken by other Boarders.

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Per the terms of the block/ban/what have you, we need to vote on this. For my part, I abstain for lack of an ability to reach a decision.

On the for unblock side, discrimination because of mental illness is bad, and we might just be inching close. The proposal was for an indefiinite-but-temporaly ban, and this is the agreed-on effective minimum term. Bram has thought she's ready to participate again, which is still an important datapoint. And she does seem willing to work with people on social stuff should that come up.

On the against side, I'd cite significant interpretation issues, mainly of [people in the] community's actions and norms. A lot of said extremely atypical interpretations can be found in the thread where ban #2 was formalized in the first place. They're still around, more or less, from what I've heard. This is evidence against the idea that the whole pile of drama that led to this vote won't repeat itself in the future. (See, for example, something of an insistence that a decent amount of what happened on 2014 was somehow provoked by us because we apparently insisted she not use her preferred agent team for Permission requests.) There's also the fact that (to use RFC words) "You SHOULD NOT write large amounts of missions without Permission." just hasn't gotten through. In summary, I'm not quite convinced we aren't about to put ourselves right back where we were a few months ago, although I'm less certain about that than I was a while ago.

- Tomash

Tomash, Neshomeh, email me when you have the time?

Also, (yes, this is a link to Plurk; I don't generally use it for PPC stuff, though), I went through all the M-rated fics for Young Wizards on ffnet, and I was wondering which of the ones I complained about are actually missionable/MSTable? So I'd just like to talk about that, when you can.

Also, if you don't mind my asking: may I request your permission to use Jenni in a future chapter of CHRONICLES OF ZER BIGGENBRASSENPORKENTHINGEN? If nothing else, it's only polite to ask. =]

Name: Calls herself Estrelya Chara. Hates to admit that her real name is Annie Lynn.

Age: 16

Chosen Race: Togruta

Description: A young Togruta girl with crimson skin, ivory markings on her face and her four lekku, and sapphire-colored montrals that curve into a vague heart-shape. Her eyes have the look of gorgeous, polished emeralds, and are very quick to notice details.

Can most often be seen in flowing robes in various shades of blue or purple. That is, she would if the OFU would let her, and she's not very good at not tripping in them.

Weapon of Choice (this wasn't actually on the application but she filled it out anyway): A special staff, one end of which paralyzes any machinery it touches, and the other end emits a cutting laser (no, she doesn't actually have any training with this thing- she just made it up for a story of hers).

Lust Object (if applicable): Anakin Skywalker (Darth Vader counts too- she just loves redemption arcs)

Light Side/Dark Side: Was a jedi, before leaving the order as it was growing too stagnant. Currently a grey jedi, but holds to the principles of the light regardless.

Notes:

Enjoys bringing up (and incidentally totally misunderstanding) minor details from canon.

Her badfics, when they're not the standard 'Here Comes the Sue, Watch as She Shoehorns Herself Into Canon', are often redemption stories or attempts to flesh out backstory and lore. Actually sticking with what previous writers have established is secondary.

Has a tendency to make every protagonist (including her description of herself on the OFU application) the special-est of all special snowflakes.

In real world, she's a rather short, pudgy redhead who wears glasses (too much time writing in front of a computer screen) and only wishes she had green eyes. They're actually gray.

She's currently an alien because she didn't take the OFU application seriously (she thought it was just going to be a fun online roleplay) and wrote her idealized Star Wars self into it. She was rather surprised when she discovered that she was turned into a Togruta, and had to learn how to be one from scratch.

Enjoys wearing a golden Togruta montral-dress she made herself (it's actually just craft paper and cardboard, painted gold).

Cards Against Headquarters is a PPC-specific game of Cards Against Humanity. It is, for obvious reasons, Not Safe for Work, but it's very very fun.

Link for this time:
Linkety!

Password: BadficGames

I demand that this be read aloud and recorded for posterity. Yes, demand. All of it. All present and future installments, in full. Some art is meant to be performed, and this qualifies. And if it causes anyone physical injury from literally busting a gut, well, that is the price we pay for epic comedy. {= D

~Neshomeh

I'm really glad we could get this worked out. Nice fic, by the way.

Speaking of, I had an idea for another PPC AU, this one superhero-themed. I call it "The Protectors of Plotropolis"! Agents are superheroes, Boarders are part of a SHIELD-like organization that manages the superheroes, and the Mary Sues are supervillains. Sound cool? Any ideas?

For the news, oh hoho, I'm going to have fun with this! Well, Camp Camp is about a bunch of kids (mostly aged 10) at a weird summer camp that's actually a scam. The adult cartoon is produced by Rooster Teeth, who also created RWBY and Halo: Red Vs Blue. (Not the exact same people, though. Different teams, different projects.) It gets kind of offensive in a fun way at times, and there is a character who was created to be a walking Hitler joke. (He's actually not quite as bad as that makes him sound, and in fact he is really adorable, which is why he's my favorite.) There's a Camp Camp Wikia if you wish to read more. As for Wolfenstein, particularly Wolfenstein 3D, I've been using an online emulator at wolf3d.atw.hu if you want to give it a try. It's pretty fun.

-Twistey

Thanks to all the people kind enough to leave reviews! I always appreciate them, and they encourage me to write more, whether the reviewers in question want me to or not. =]

Please insert the usual "I do not own any of this except the ideas" disclaimer here. Please don't insert anything else. I'm not that kind of author.

Well, not without a few drinks in me, anyway. >=]

Content Warning: This fic is rated Mature, or 18 in civilised countries. If you're under the age, don't read it. I'll know if you're not, and I will zap you with my special Ronion Rays. And nobody wants that. =]

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It vas beink ein relaxink und reinvigoratink afternoon in Responsezentrum Drei-Vier-Sieben, home to zer vell-known und vell-storied VhatThe agent Doktor Trollenfisch, as vell as currently ein vell-exhausted Aviator, who vas beink vell-looked after by zer former. Vell, he ist ein gentlefisch, after all, it ist only being vell-mannered.

"Doktor," began zer Aviator, "I am havink ein reqwest to be makink of you."

"If it ist to be tryink zer last think again, meine kleine FlugzeugundTARDISmädchen, zen I vill be needink to get zer bicycle pump back from inside-"

"No, not zat. I vas vonderink... I vas vonderink if you vould be beink so kind as to be takink me on as ein partner. Ein love partner."

"Vhy, of course I vould! Nothink could be givink me greater pleasure, except maybe zer think you can do vizz zer tongue stud und zer singing of Die Wacht Am Rhein."

Zer Aviator's eyes vere lightink up like ein Christmas tree, only vun of zer modern vuns vizz zer electric lightink und vizzout zer lots und lots of candles in close proximity to sap-rich kindlink branches. "Oh, mein Doktor! Ve shall be together forever!" She jiggled vizz joy, ein sight to behold for several hours thanks to zer video-loopink functionality of most video editink softvare packages. "I must be tellink mein friends zer good news! If you are not mindink, I vill do so now!"

"Ach, please be goink right ahead, meine kleine FlugzeugundTARDISmädchen," zer Doktor replied.

Zer Aviator vas not needink tellink tvice, und she dashed out of zer Responsezentrum doors (slightly unsteadily, it must be beink said) und out of sight. Doktor Trollenfisch, who vas beink understandably tired from his many und extremely varied exertions, sat down in his bed of now thoroughly churned orange-flavoured jelly und began to ponder zer mysteries of zer universe, like vhat he vould be likink for his tea.

He had successfully und vizzout remorse (or recourse to his usual method of meal selection, namely ein dartboard in zer corner of zer Responsezentrum) narrowed down zer choices to ein mere twelve flavours of Poffin vhen zer door hissed open again und revealed anuzzer voman. Ein extremely vomanly voman. Zis vas turnink into qwite zer veek.

She vas beauty, she vas grace, und zer only reason she vas not Miss United States ist because she vas unable to be relied upon to vear ein swimsuit in zer swimsuit round. It vas indeed Agent Luxury, ostensibly of zer Department of Bad Slash but mostly beink of zer Department of Makink People Feel Better About Zemselves Und Zeir Vider Place In Zer Multiverse Through Zer Medium Of Rumpenpumpenmachen. Unusually for her, she vas not beink half-naked; instead, she vas beink almost completely naked, wearink only ein almost excessively teensy-veensy pair of black PVC hot pants zat vere leavink almost nothink to zer imagination, except maybe how lonk it vould be beink before said shorts ended up on zer floor. In milliseconds.

"Meine kleine Luxurischemädchen, how may I be helpink you on zis fine afternoon-"

"Oh, Doktor, it ist terrible, truly terrible!" Luxury held zer back of her hand und arched her back as if about to swoon, vhich caused zer Doktor's attention to be drawn to zer infamous Slasher's brace of superlative chestborne space hoppers. "I vas just valkink down zer corridor lookink for new und interesting people vizz vhich to, ahem, get acqwainted, und lo and behold I should run into zer Aviator! Or should zat be Aviatrix? I have alvays been wonderink about zat."

Zer Doktor smiled slyly. "I am thinkink, meine kleine Luxurischemädchen, zat I am knowink exactly vhere zis ist goink."

"Vell, I am glad you are understandink, because it has wracked me vizz torment!" Luxury's voice had ascended to ein vail of anguish, vhich caused her chest to be makink a long series of interestink und eye-catching movements, some of vhich vent on for over ein minute. "I ran into zer Aviator, und she grinned und smiled und tottered unsteadily past me on zer vay to Rudi's, und zen I noticed zat she vas havink bigger und more fulsome jubblies zan me! Oh, voe! Voe und thrice voe!"

"Ahhh," said zer Doktor. "I vas hopink it might be somezink like zat."

"Hopink, mein Doktor?"

"As it ist zo easy ein think to be curink, meine kleine Luxurischemädchen," zer Doktor recovered. "Vhat else could I have possibly been meanink?"

"Oh, jawohl, Doktor! However may I be beink repayink you? Zis chesticle-envy ist not becomink in ein enlightened und independent voman who don't need no man but ist likink to jiggle at zem in a vay in vhich male feminists perceive as zer only vay to be sex-positive und empowered!"

"Ach, meine kleine Luxurischemädchen, zer only payment I am needink ist seeink you receive ein clean bill of psychosexual health. Fair varning, zis vill likely be zer only clean thing you are havink after zer treatment course ist complete. You are understandink zis, ja?"

"Of course, Doktor!"

"Und you are also understandink zat in order for zis treatment to vork, you vill have to be followink mein every instruction vizzout qwestion or hesitation?"

"Of course, Doktor!"

"No matter if it should involve, say, ein bowl of dried macaroni und ein tub of Elmer's Glue?"

"Of course, Doktor!"

"Echt klasse! Now let's get to vork!"

Zis vas goink to be ein extremely in-depth experience, und zer Doktor vas greatly lookink forvard to it as he led Agent Luxury over to zer paddlink pool full of orange-flavoured jelly. Zey engaged in many sqwishy rounds of zer Jigglyjamboree, in vhich both zer Doktor und zer Slasher took part vizz relish und many uzzer condiments, includink zer Patagonian Death Vinaigrette, vhich must normally be kept in ein sealed box in case it starts tryink to transform zer croutons into somezink not entirely of zis plane of existence, but in zis context merely added to zer fun und jolly japes. After zat und ein couple of "Hasn't Zer Time Just Flown, Also Vhy Am I Not Able To Be Feelink Mein Toes" breaks, it vas time for zer main event: zer Biggenslickenwobblingencuddlemachen, ein extraordinarily complex und rigorous therapeutic procedure, upon vhich (to say nothink of durink vhich) zer good Doktor vent back und forth several times. Just as zer session vas drawink to vun of its many, many, many climaxes, zer door burst open.

"Mein Doktor! Vhat are you doink vizz Agent Luxury!"

Zer Doktor vent pink - alzough in his defence, zis is beink ein very hard think for zer casual observer to, er, observe. "Ah, now, meine kleine FlugzeugundTARDISmädchen, vhat ve are doink is-"

"Savink me!"

"... Agent Luxury, vhy vould you be sayink zat?" Zer Aviator rocked back on her heels, deep in thought; it took some time for her gorgeously wobblesome olive airbags to stop movink. "Vhat could to be beink needink savink from?"

Luxury sighed, vhich caused her own boobular regions to shake like ein earthquake in ein Jell-O factory. "Mein self, Aviator. Mein self. Vhen ve met earlier, some..." She looked at zer clock on zer vall, vhich vas next to zer dartboard und zerefore had ein couple of darts stuck in it. "... Sixteen und ein half hours ago, I saw in you two reasons to be beink deeply jealous."

"Two reasons?"

"Ja, vun on zer left und vun on er right. Such jealousy of ein beautiful und vunderfully vomanly voman vas absolute anathem to mein values und mental vellbeing! I had to seek treatment, und zer Doktor here saved me. I never vish to feel zose things again."

Slowly, the Aviator began to be smilink as vell. "In vhich case, I am thinkink zat zere ist beink ein permanent solution to your voes. Zer Doktor vill take you on as ein patient on ein permanent basis... and as ein lover, so all three of us can vork on your issues togezzer."

"I think zat ist beink ein vonderful idea!" Luxury could not be helpink but to clap her hands, vhich caused her to fall flat on her face vizz ein damp splutch. Vunce she had picked herself up from zer mostly-jelly, she craned her neck to look at Doktor Trollenfisch. "Vhat say you, Doktor?"

Vhat else could possibly be beink said?

"Echt klasse!"

TO BE BEINK CONTINUDE AGAIN!

(A/N lol i can't think of titles or an actual story plot or how to write character but THIS JUST CAME TO ME LAST NIGHT and i hope u all enjoy my two OCS DO NOT STEAL!!! )

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“There’s no way to stop the Sues!” Kitty screamed, grabbing at Ruby’s arm. “And if we don’t, the entire multiverse will be destroyed!”

Ruby gripped both of her friend’s wrists, staring deep into her eyes with a wild-eyed horror. “It’s— it’s too late for me, darling— you must go on alone! Go without me!”

“But I can’t,” Kitty sobbed. “I can’t do this without you!”

“You must,” Ruby said urgently. “You, and you alone have the power to save the PPC, Kitty!”

Kitty wiped away tears of outrage and sadness, and nodded grimly. “You’re... right. I— I can do this!” She turned to face the crack in the fabric of Reality, and drew her longsword.

“One last thing before you go,” Ruby cried. “Kitty... I’m— I’m pregnant!”

“What?"

“Yes!” Ruby said. “And it’s not mine!”

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(A/N READ AND REVIEW and if you steal my Agents i'll set my minis on you!! :PPPP)

I'm here to talk about my favorite fantasy universe ever, then. Belgariadverse.

Note that I am biased in basically every way for this series, for a variety of reasons.

Did you have any other observations on the Belgariad and Mallorean? Because I will happily chatter on about it if anyone will indulge me.

[AN: Thanks for the reviews guys!!! Except for the trolls, the trolls can go and [REDACTED BY FFW STAFF]!]
Captain Deadly got back to his cubicle. on his wall was his army uniform he used when he served with the Spacwolfs. On his other wall was a picture of his daughter which he had after he entered the army. Then an alarm on his computer rang. it was from the boss. he picked up the piece of paper and went out to the portals, heading for middleeath. When he got to middlearth, he disguised himself as one of the dwarfs. He was naturally short, so this was easy for him. Deadly continued to look around until he saw the Sue. He realized she was going to join the fellowship. So he convinced legolas to let him join the fellowship too. "hello legolas," he said. "I'm Deadly. Let me join the fellowship." "Sure thing said legolas." He travelled with the fellowship for several years as they moved towards mordor. The Sue, "Mary Smith," tried to kill gandalf at the Mines, so Deadly Saved Him. Finally, just after the sue almost killed Boromir inside Barred Door - requiring Deadly to save him - Deadly finally had enough charges so he stood up and said "I am going to kill you because you are a marry sue and I am ppc agent." "Oh no" said the sue. And then Deadly killeded her with a Plasma Ruffle from Dune. Arwen wanted to marry him in thanks, but he turned her down because he wanted to get back to work. So he portalled out.

Excuse me for doing caps lock, but ZHE GERMAN ACCENTS ZHOUGH!

-Tvistey

(Oh well)

-Twistey

(without getting an account, that is, is to put it on this site I found entirely dedicated to slapping googly eyes on things.)

(Here it is. Also, yay, people finally get to see what I look like! At least in drawings. Which isn't too far off from reality, because I'm done with the old avatar I had when I was on Scratch.)

http://www.makemegoogly.com/UY7CW

-Twistey

(And I think we're about to have a new recruit as a result.)

-Twistey

Lumos. Hard to believe it's been that long...

[zaps and dodges pancakes] Maybe I should've stuck with the lightsabeeeeeerrrrrrrrr!

[Twizzy zaps a bunch of stuff including pancakes and Huinesoron]

Twizzy: Fried British guy!
Me: O.O What.

-Twistey (thanks for the pics. I've figured out some weird round-about way to post my doodle here.)

Thank you, Harry Potter.

You did not teach me why reading was worth it - I knew far before I met you. But your touch has still been clearly visible in my own story.

You wanna know what my first-ever TRPG character was named? Expecto Patronem, more commonly called Expelliarmus.

You wanna know what one of the biggest mainstays of my daydreams is? Magic of all kinds. The two hands-down most frequent systems are the Will and the Word (from the Belgariadverse) and yours.

You wanna know who has a small collection of wands on her shelf? Me.

Merci beaucoup et joyeux anniversaire, Harry Potter.

I mean I guess its okay but you write really weird so it took me way way to long to understand it??!

Anyway I think you should write Jenny or Dawn next!

((Oh gods help me I can't breathe for laughing))

Disclaimer goes here (dat claimer goes somewhere else entirely): All characters used are property of their respective creators. I claim ownership of nothing except altogether too much free time. =]

Content Warning: This fic is rated Mature, or 18 in civilised countries. If you're under the age, don't read it. This isn't difficult. =]

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It vas beink ein fine summer's day in Responsezentrum Drei-Vier-Sieben vhen Doktor Trollenfisch, VhatThe agent extraordinaire, vas interrupted in his meditations on zer proper methods of Sue annihilation by ein knock at zer door. Puzzled by just who vould be appearing at zis hour, he sploshed out of his fish tank und opened zer Responsezentrum's door vizz ein carefully-shot pointy qwill, und zen he vas extremely surprised!

"Oh, Mein Doktor, I am thankink goodness zat you are beink here!" It vas beink zer Aviator, only it vas not zer Aviator zat zer average agent-about-town vould normally be seeink goink about her business smitink Suvians vizz laser fire und beink very sad about gettink to do so for ein living for some totally-inexplicable reason, likely to do vizz zer Time Var. For starters, she vas dressed in ein skintight leatherette vun-piece lingerie set, vizz hot pants ridink high upon her delectable, golden-brown thighs und decorative lacework formink zer bulk uff zer bodypiece. However, it vas by no means zer most notable change about zer Aviator's appearance, liebe Arceus no. Zat vould be zer boobs.

Lonktime connoisseurs of zer Aviator's jiggletacular Dalek-bumps vould be knowink zat zey vere beink ein dead heat in ein zeppelin race to begin vith, but now zer Aviator's bouncy funbumpers vere truly vomanly, vhich is to say, possessed of ein cleavage in vhich vun might conceivably lose ein medium-sized horse. Doktor Trollenfisch's eyes vere beink drawn irresistibly to zose perfectly gargantuan mounds of feminine perfection, und his eyes vere bulgink in in ein totally comedic manner! Und so vas somezink else.

"Ach, meine kleine FlugzeugundTARDISmädchen, vhat can I be doink for you?"

"Oh, Doktor, it ist beink zo terrible! Ever since I haff had mein leetle Elanor, I haff been zo svollen in zer chesticular region zat it has been beink impedink mein abilities in zer field, as vell as mein ability to see mein feet und fit through doors. In addition, zer mere presence of airflow flowink over zem ist beink makink me uncontrollably desirous of doink zer horizontal porkaroonie vizz every red-blooded beink of non-specific but generally male-coded gender in zer entirety of Headqwarters! Please say you are beink in zer possession of ein solution to mein two big, jiggly problems! You must! If you do not, I am not knowink vhat I am to be doink!"

Ein big und cheesy grin spread across Doktor Trollenfisch's face, und considering zat zer good Doktor ist beink 90% face by area, it vas havink qwite zer effect. "Meine kleine FlugzeugundTARDISmädchen, I am havink zer perfect solution. Be varned: it vill be takink ein qwite unbelievable amount of time, und vill reqwire you to be obeyink mein every instruction."

"Of course, Doktor!"

"No matter how strange it might at first be seeink."

"Of course, Doktor!"

"Or how much banoffee Angel Delight it might involve."

"Of course, Doktor!"

"Echt klasse!"

Doktor Trollenfisch und zer Aviator hopped into zer big inflatable paddlink pool full of orange-flavoured jelly zat zer Doktor vas in zer habit of usink as ein bed, und zen zer fun began. Zey did everythink togezzer: zer Bouncyfunnen, zer Canoodlespoonen, zer Fricklefracklepicklehiden, und even zer Boingokaspoingokadiddlymachen, vhich ist takink four hours to be completink in full, necessitates zer presence uff ein cardboard cutout uff Benny Hill, und ist beink illegal in many countries but not, thankfully for zer common-or-garden libertine, all of zem (zough it must be beink said zat ve are beginnink to hear vorrying rumblings on zer subject from zer Albanian Ministry of Veird Bedroom Activities). By zer time zat zer pair vere takink zheir fifth "Remembering How To Legs Und Vords" break, zer Aviator found herself sayink somezink she had not been havink said in several centuries.

"Doktor... I think I am fallink in love vizz you."

Zere vas only vun think zat ein good und noble Trollenfisch could be sayink to zat.

"Echt klasse!"

TO BE BEINK CONTINUDE!