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Hey, guys!

I'm Cerberus Dis, the same one that signed the original board constitution like a million years ago. (When even was that? 2006? Something like that?) It's been a while, and I've been kind of missing the weird and wonderful world of the PPC, so I'm back. Not from outer space, but I wish.

So, yeah, hello!

AND I MIS-SPELLED MY OWN NAME.

Wow.

This is what I get for typing quickly and not double-checking.

I don't have an agent pair that would willingly own him, but I might in the future.

Well, I don't really know anything about the SW Extended Universe. On the other hand, I know people who do, and from the first chapter alone, there might be enough entertaining writing errors to make this worthwhile on that basis alone. (The ship gets stuck in a planet's atmosphere? What? {X D ) Plus, of course, the prospect of making Nume be a pony. *g*

I'll have to read some more of the fic to be sure, but you can put me down as a strong "maybe." {= D

~Neshomeh

I should adopt the attitude that everything that happened was my fault. It is not completely truth, but I should try to accept it anyway. Failing that, I MUST forgive the board of any perceived trespasses before moving forward.

I accept that I am exceptional. I am special as in special education. Most of the "rules" that I should operate under are givens for just about everyone else.

I will shut up about it.

I apologize for seeming to be impossible to reason with. I am listening. There is still some lingering "treating you as you've treated me" going on; I will break that habit and start fresh.

I get the feeling that there are some things that I've done as Bramandin that should be apologized for, but I can't identify them. If you want an apology, now is the time to point it out. I truly do not understand.

When I come back, it will be as TooPurple. This is not meant to confuse anyone, but it will be symbolic of me separating myself from the past. http://www.tarot-reading.net/tarot_cards/major/13.htm I should stay away until I am reborn. zdimensia and Bramandin can be treated as ghosts.

Spoiler SPOILER spoiler spoilER SPOILer sPoIlEr SpOiLeR spOILer Spoilerman Does Whatever A Spoiler Can don't spoil my er How do you solve a problem like a spoiler? Spoi spoi spoi spoi spoiler SPAAAAAAAACE! Sorry about him. ~spoiler blockSpoiler SPOILER spoiler spoilER SPOILer sPoIlEr SpOiLeR spOILer Spoilerman Does Whatever A Spoiler Can don't spoil my er How do you solve a problem like a spoiler? Spoi spoi spoi spoi spoiler SPAAAAAAAACE! Sorry about him. ~spoiler block

I got "cybernetic beings" and then started focusing on hands, even after seeing someone mentioned hybrids.

I guess that most of the Plumber's kids from http://ben10.wikia.com/wiki/Ben10:Alien_Force could come, but Ben himself is a question because he presents as pure human despite having an alien grandmother. Gwen, his cousin, does take after her grandmother.

do a bit of research into Lovecraft, before doing a Lovecraft-styled RPG? Read the fellow a bit? Man's got some bloody well good stories, let me tell you!

I mean, Iunno. I say this as a turbosnob with zero life at all whatsoever, but there's a whole lot of things to Lovecraft's stuff beyond 'tentacleguy that makes you crazy when you look at him.' Not that he owns the concept or will rise from the grave and slap you for doing it without researching or anything, but if you're stating him as an influence, it's helpful, y'know?

"To 1): I used "block" because it was a technically accurate word for what I was proposing and because it wasn't "ban" (which didn't feel like the right word at the time). I didn't mean to imply that a block is a super-ban or anything like that. Sorry about the miscommunication.

"To 2): It seems that having the Nameless Admin block people who /ask to be blocked/ is a reasonable and obvious extension of their powers as currently defined. I don't object (probably wouldn't have proposed it if I did).

"To 3): Yeah, the unblock would be a matter for consensus. However, I envision that the unblock will have a smaller threshold (no one commenting is approval, for example) than, say, a ban or a constitutional amendment.

"- Tomash"

Between this, your post to laggycat, and some of your comments on the Concilliary, you have developed a bad habit of going 'I have been told to do a thing; I will now tell everyone they have to do the thing, and keep shoving the thing in their faces'. I don't know if that's how you meant it, but that's what you're doing.

You are an exceptional case. You have proven yourself to be nigh-impossible for anyone to reason with or get to understand something. A heck of a lot of people want you straight-up banned, but some of us are willing to let you take the leave of absence you volunteered to take instead, to let you sort yourself out. If you keep up the 'I'm so mistreated' vibes - and especially if you still show them when you return - I for one will definitely reconsider.

hS

After a second knock at RC 777's door remained unanswered, Agent Therwin shrugged. "I was hoping you could meet our founding members, but they must not be in right now. Sorry."

"Oh, that's all right," said the newest recruit to Misplaced Flora and Fauna. "I'm sure I'll see them around at lunch soon enough." She was so frustratingly average-looking—average build, average height, and with pale skin, straight blond hair and an open, wide-eyed face—that Therwin would have assumed she was a rescued Generic if he didn't already know she had come in through a World One recruitment program. She—Gwenda—also tended to wear a friendly, but clearly artificial, smile whenever Therwin was looking. He suspected it was forced for the sake of social expectation, rather than any intention to deceive, but that didn't make it any less off-putting.

"Uh, well, time is a bit unreliable in that regard . . ." Therwin himself was a tall, muscular man with short, curly hair and very dark skin, thanks to the hours of sunlight his two jobs exposed him to. His muscular physique came naturally, with not real exercise on his part, and he was always a bit self-conscious of it. Prejudice against Suvian traits aside, a muscular, powerful man who worked with wild animals was a bit of a stereotype, and one that he knew wasn't really true to life. "Anyway, our department is split into divisions, the Floral and Faunal. While you've been assigned to the Faunal Division, you should expect some overlap in your missions, since we're all specialists in specialized fields. You'll be assigned a temporary partner with knowledge of plants if you're ever given a mission that's outside your experience."

"Oh, that's just fine." That same forced smile. "I'd leave to meet more of my team!"

Therwin kept his face neutral, but on the inside, he was starting to worry. Gwenda was putting off too much of a "sheltered house wife" vibe for his tastes. "So, Gwenda, what interested you in the DMFF in the first place?" He steeled himself for the usual First Four Words.

"I just love animals! My kids got me interested in fanfiction back home, and I couldn't believe some of the ways animals are used in the stories, reduced to nothing but plot points, or mindless slaves to the Mary Sue. When I discovered my daughter worked at this place, and there was actually something I could do to help all those sweet, innocent creatures, I just had to!" Throughout her explanation, Gwenda's forced smile had slowly slipped away, leaving a much more serious and determined look in its place.

Therwin nodded, pleased. At the very least, she had more technical knowledge of the fanfiction side of the job than he had expected. "Glad to hear it, Gwenda, and glad to have you on the team."

Gwenda beamed, a much more natural smile this time.

Therwin smiled to himself as they passed the partly open door of a certain RC, though it wasn't such a nice smile. "Say, looks like another member of the team is in. Let's say hello, shall we? Hey, Ashe!" He knocked lightly and pushed it open further.

"What?" demanded a female voice from inside.

Greta brought forth her token forced smile. though it faltered a bit when she saw that the speaker was a somewhat frumpy woman wearing flannel and sitting on a bed, her arms elbow deep in a bucket, in which she appeared to be mixing mud by hand. The woman had all the hair on one side of her head shaved down to fuzz, and the fuzzy part and the longer part were both in shades of blue normally associated with cotton candy.

"Watch for Big Red," said Ashe. "She's on the floor somewhere."

"Gwenda, this is Agent Ashe, who's also Faunal Division."

"That's Awesome Ashe, damn it!"

"That's not an official title," Therwin explained quietly.

"YES IT IS."

"Ashe, this is our division's newest recruit, Gwenda."

"Oh, hey!"

Gwenda, however, was distracted by the four foot lizard that had just emerged from under the bed. It's cales were mostly brick red with some black marbling across its back in no particular pattern. It tasted the air with its tongue, saw (or smelled) the newcomers, and made a beeline for the door.

Gwenda shrank back behind Therwin, who held one foot out between himself and the approaching lizard. Big Red reached them, leaped up, and sank its teeth harmlessly into the leather boot.

"Agh! Motherf-cker," swore Ashe, pronouncing it weirdly, like she was self-censoring the letter "u." The woman jumped up from the bed and hurried over to her lizard, whose jaws seemed absolutely cavernous to Gwenda. They were stretched way open to wrap around the man's shoe.

Ashe picked up Big Red under its arms and gently shook the lizard, growling, "No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o" until the lizard let go. "Jesus," Ashe said, "stop trying to bite people, you're not hungry, you just got fed yester—OH MY GOD." Big red had tried whip its head around and latch on to her arm. Ashe, illogically, turned Big red around until it was nose-to-nose with her. "Don't try to bite me you asshole! I f-cking love you." Big Red licked her nose.

Therwin smiled, while Gwenda continued to look a bit shell-shocked.

Ashe turned and marched her lizard over to a large hole torn in the wall, floor to ceiling, which contained an entire, rough-walled room with a stone pool and branches. The floor inside was still a bit damp with soapy water. "I'm sorry," Ashe said as she walked, "she's just grumpy 'cause I'm cleaning her home and replacing her substrate, so she has to act like a little bitch about it."

"It's fine," Therwin said calmly.

Gwenda began taking in the rest of Ashe's RC. Huge holes had been torn into the walls all around the room, and each one housed some large and bizarre animals. A huge metal rack along one wall was filled with little glass and plastic and wire tanks, decorated with plants and stones and cork-board. Other, larger tanks sat throughout the room, with larger creatures inside. A pink, fox-like animal sat sleeping on the pillow of the bed, where it had been obscured by Ashe when Gwenda had first entered the room. Even the ceiling had somehow been torn into, raising up in a rough cone shape to end in a skylight—Gwenda hadn't been in Headquarters long enough to realize how odd that part was. The cone was filled with tree branches, which served as perches for a collection of modern reptiles,ancient wined reptiles, web-sitting spiders, and one huge bird of paradise that sat way up in the top.

As Ashe rejoined the other agents, Gwenda remarked, "You . . . certainly keep a lot of pets here!"

"Pets?" said Ashe. "Oh, no, I just take care of them. Makes me feel good. Also, they're all just f-cking awesome."

The bird of paradise let out a shrill keen, and Ashe turned her head to reply with a poor imitation. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaw!" She turned back and grinned. "F-cking awesome."

Gwenda stared for several seconds before forcing out an, "I'm sure!"

"Well, we'd better get going," said Therwin.

"Oh, sure thing." Ashe smiled brightly at Gwenda and waved, despite being still next to her. "See you around! Maybe we'll get a mission together someday!"

Gwenda forced her strongest smile yet. "Oh, yes! That would be wonderful!" She backed out of the RC, turned on one heel and started walking swiftly away, leaving Therwin to follow after.

Before he could get too far, however, he heard a quiet, "You f-cking bastard asshole."

He turned back to Ashe. "What?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in mock innocence.

Ashe narrowed her eyes and shook her head, still smiling. "You always bring the newbies by my room."

Therwin shrugged. "They deserve to know what they're getting into."

Ashe chuckled, a low, "Huhuhuhuhuhuh. F-cking bastard."

A/N: Obviously, the question of whether the DMFF needs separate divisions for plant and animal focus doesn't have a place in this thread. Once I'm ready to get this spin-off properly off the ground, I'll bring it up again for the Board to discuss before moving forward.

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I'm using DocHub to edit my sheet. It's a program that allows you to directly edit pdfs from Google Drive.

There's probably a better approach that I completely missed.

Given that Granz stole AT Tech, I guess I'll go for Pointman

Though I would like some editable sheets

I have a story in mind, where some PPC agents without knowledge of the LOK series somehow wind up unprepared in Hillary's world.

I'm speaking of the second SIAT story, Self-Indulgent Authoress Tripe. There might be a third SIAT installment before the epic battle. I have some stuff from 2014 that I didn't publish yet.

I want the PPC agents to win, but as mortals against a god-mode author insert who barely knows about the concept of "Sue Hunters."

Well, I don't exactly go looking for badfic, but let's see what my hitlist has to offer. (That reminds me, we're overdue for another Unclaimed/Claimed page cleanup...)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10523004/1/I-love-you Confusing Black Butler fic that I'm assuming is Sebaciel based on the author's other works.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11024250/chapters/24568437 Not actually on my hitlist. Takes place in a certain indie game beloved on Tumblr...and has characters from two different AUs of it where everyone's evil. This can't end well.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8089973/1/Harry-Potter-The-Twilight-Wolf Another refugee from the old days. The original note said it best: "He becomes a completely uncanonical werewolf species who doesn't need wolfsbane potion to control himself; Ollivander can see people's auras; Harry is given a second wand with two cores: intertwined unicorn bone and dementor bone."

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9818642 I keep seeing this one thanks to my interest in fic with Alphys and Sans being buds. The tags are a giant ball of NOPE.

Having to read rulebooks is not my thing.

I have watched a lot of Aquarion, so if you need a generic person reacting to a giant robot battle, I can provide that.

I assure you that Legacy of Kain has been missioned by another anti-mary-sue society, but not by the PPC.

There was someone who made an agent from the LOK universe, but they spent five years with permission and not doing a thing with it.

Unless someone intentionally does a LOK mission to claim the mini-naming rights, they will be mini-Hylden.

If you get enough people I'd definitely be up for it. I'd also probably be a Skirmisher for anyone else interested.

Dibs on Operations Director.

Thank you for posting this. I felt that we needed a badfic thread, but I didn't want to start it.

I submit https://www.fanfiction.net/u/247389/VladimirsAngel

I love most of her Legacy of Kain stories, and consider "Urban Nosgothic" to be just about the best LOK fanfiction I've read, in competition with "Pygmalion Syndrome."

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/1908163/1/Intruder-on-the-Set
I think this is good-fic, and set on the movie set of Lord of the Rings.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/1155355/1/Necklace I haven't read it, but it seems that Lupa is a wolf-based fursona that can change into a wolf. Gift horse may be set in the same story.

If you have mental problems, you should voluntarily (or submit to a request to) leave until the issues are resolved. It is the {crazy person's} responsibility to make sure that their disability doesn't cause discomfort in the community.

Obviously that needs to be re-written. I apologize for using insensitive language.

This is not meant to undermine the article in the constitution about not discriminating.

WHERE IS MY BLASTER RIFLE!? I WANNA KILL WHATEVER NERF HERDER WROTE THAT!!!!!!!

.........SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTT.

I'm really incredibly peeved, right now.... I really should stop looking at this stuff...

For anyone else interested, I'll be providing an AT Tactician.

I'm looking to run a game of Adeptus Evangelion. If anyone's interested, I have the rulebook and sheets here: For anyone who was interested in Adeptus Evangelion: https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9yww2cuXHEXRVFTUjFaaDNDXzQ