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Because I live in Australia and I'm missing out on all of the fun, apparently.

The sun goes dark. A man walks into a bar. A man walks into a wall. A man walks into another man. A man trips over, stumbles down a series of stairs, knocks over a row of rubbish bins, gets coke all over his shirt, and wishes his phone's torch function wasn't bugged.

The sun goes dark. Humans are fascinated. The Mole People, gazing up above through their spyports, pause briefly in their invasion plans to wonder what the big deal is.

The sun goes dark. Vampires prowl the streets freely. Ambitious travelling garlic salesmen soon join them. It is hard to decide whose tactics are more aggressive.

The sun goes dark. As the streetlamps start to flicker and die, the last plate is bolted, the last lens is rooted in place, the last blowtorch sparks. The Sunrise Mechanism is completed. The people who can afford to have it shining over their cities wonder why all the people who whinge about not being able to afford it don't just get jobs.

The Sun goes dark. The Moon cleans off her spear, dropping the bloodied fabric, which tumbles down and births a new continent. She basks in the bowing submission of the survivors. Their new god shines over them, turns them silver against the night.

The sun goes dark. Suddenly, the conditions in which groups of organised humans attack other groups of organised humans are deeply unsuitable. World peace is attained. This is promptly fixed when they stop fumbling long around enough to figure out where the torches are.

The sun goes dark. The Artist takes an ineffable finger off the switch, looks down on his project, shrugs a pair of ineffable shoulders. Maybe the next try will go better. He has grown an inexplicable fondness for possums, so perhaps he will use them instead of apes, this time.

The sun goes dark. The priest atop the huge stone pyramid plunges his dagger into the heart of a bound captive, waiting for it to please his gods. And goes on waiting.

The sun goes dark. The Age of Fire, the Age of Lord Gwyn is ending. But every Hollow knows and has ever known he won't go down without a long and brutal fight...

The sun goes dark. The researchers far below rejoice; the skies are so clear, the positions are perfect. This is a wonderful time for a solar eclipse. They celebrate until one remembers that the planet has no moons.

The sun goes dark. The leader of the cult lays down his saw and prostrates himself in quiet and unshakeable rapture. The dead and the dying litter the surface of the Earth, and when he dares to look up, he finds the gods of his calling surrounding this sinful, doomed planet; moon after moon after moon after hideous, tentacle-sprouting Brother Moon...

The sun goes dark. Shadows cover the Earth. From the depths of the forests, they swarm in uncounted trillions, reclaiming at last the world they have long coveted. The Vashta Nerada are free once more.

The sun goes dark. A voice booms from the heavens, reverberating from the mountains: "The Twilight of the Gods is upon us. Behold the triumph of Fenrir!" Bounding across the stars, you can make out the black form of the Wolf as it devours the light.

The sun goes dark. Words appear on its blackened visage: "The day is gone..." After a moment, they shift and warp. "Without a trace..." The letters seem to melt away, revealing a new set underneath. "Face the Dark..." Each letter becomes an eye of fire, reforming into a fourth message: "With a smooth face." Totality is reached. The corona flares into view, and with it a final message: "Burma-Shave."

The sun goes dark. The moon is halo'd against the golden corona. Across the nation, everyone can see as the lunar crust cracks open, and a draconic head, large as worlds, thrusts out of the shell.

The sun goes dark. Then light. Then dark. Then light. As darkness returns, a voice calls plaintively from inside the house: "Damien, leave the light switch alone, there's a good boy..."

The sun goes dark. The observatory buzzes with conversation. We knew the transit of Venus was going to be spectacular - but we never expected something like this.

The sun goes dark. A total eclipse crosses North America coast-to-coast. Add your own.

hS

Yeah, I'm going to have him mention things, and it'll be pretty interesting as I think of stuff. Fingers crossed. (It's not going to be a full AU, I say, looking at all of my unfinished fanfics...)

Uhhh...no, let's say they're gone from this version. I'm still very good friends with them, but they've removed themselves from PPC stuff. Oh god why are they mentioned on the wiki delete delete delete

Aw, I'm blushing! I'm glad you thought it was grin-worthy.

I'm really glad I'm doing these, too. I've known I have to do a retcon for years, but I've never been sure how to do it, and then a few weeks ago I decided to just go "screw it, I think I have a vague idea", and thus, The Phoenix Files was born.

I've written up through part six, so I'm going to be posting hopefully pretty regularly. And a few interludes done up, too. (If you thought the fallout from the Valcentica mission was done....it is not.)

I am more of a metal person. Especially by Blind Guardian.

That was written for gamers. Although it can also apply to writing, despite being somewhat dismissive of it. Does your computer block github? if not: https://gist.github.com/anonymous/51403d0b66a698d525609fdd1760f635

The formatting's a tad awkward, but it ought to be readable.

I'm not sure whether to be impressed or concerned about your goal. Here's a short but cool song to help wash away the pain: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eYFX38igSY

((my brain filled in the end of the sentence automatically, so I posted under the assumption the song was over. Uh, fill in brackets on my last post?))

Hey there Multi! I'm Twistey, an uberchaotic neutral lightly-used-bie, and I must say that that's a pretty dangerous goal you have there... good luck, sincerely. Take this collection of maps, illustrating each floor of Castle Wolfenstein. You may need them in case you are running from a Mary Sue and you need to hide from her behind a pushwall while the canons and I take care of her.

Anyway, a few things about me: as you can see, I am very into Wolfenstein 3D and retro gaming in general, and I take some guilty pleasure in driving certain oldbies insane. ;P I am in a ton of fandoms, given how easily I can be dragged into them, and I am obsessed with character creation and how much or how little a continuum supports OCs. (Funny how sometimes the continuums with the least OC support have the most OCs. Five Nights at Freddy's, anyone?)

What about you? Aside from those three you mentioned below, what fandoms are you in? What do you like about writing? What do you like about fanfic? How did you find us? I'd love to hear your reply!

Nice to meet you!

-Twistey

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"Wait, could I find these maps in an actual form?"
Yep! They're all contained on this page:
http://wolfenstein.wikia.com/wiki/EscapefromWolfenstein#Levels

The name of the page, though... what are my "dudes" exactly?

-Twistey

But thanks for replying, anyway!

-Twistey

(Ooh, that's interesting. Who does Ashley Tisdale play?)

-Twistey

Here, have a replica of Rule Breaker. It's not a very sharpd knife, but the original is a very useful tool for high-level maguc. You will have to consult the Nasuverse for further explanations. But this replica isn;t rule-breaking, nor can it break rules. Except for fashion, perhaps.

Are you into any fandoms, other than Super Sentai? And is that a genre classification or something?

Though I have a question, how NSFW is NSFW? Because finding fics that don't use any swearing at all... yeah.

I'm guessing you just mean no smut or squick, though?

Yeah, uh, that fic absolutely deserves to exist, and you should write it now . . . Guess it's enough that we'll be getting cyberpunk!Boromir in HQ. (Or rather, that we have had him since 2003!) I do totally want him to talk about his home universe once in a while, just so we can hear more of the translations from Tolkien stuff to cyberstuff.

Also, out of curiosity, do Allaire and Kitkat still exist? I had totally forgotten about them up until seeing them mentioned on the wiki just now, and they were part of the recruitment process in the original story, so . . . ?

—doctorlit, wondering