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A sequel to a pretty fantastic Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor has been scheduled for release in AUGUST, 2017!!!

Do you mean 'anything the protagonist does is right, even if it's wrong'? 'cause that's kinda messed up.

I'm also amused by the description 'romantic plot tumor'.

hS

Hi.
Um, I'm new here and really bad at social interaction, but I recently bought a new book and I thought I'd mention it to you guys because it seemed like the sort of thing you guys would like and after so long reading your missions but never joining in I wanted to give some entertainment back.

...Er, there is a mention in one bit that 'metaphorical Sue detecting devices tend to explode around cases of it' [multicolor eyes, FYI] which made me think it was written by someone who knows about the PPC, so it's possible that this is already old news to you all.
Anyway, there's a book just out on Amazon called Help! My Story Has the Mary-Sue Disease. http://tinyurl.com/j2j2j5l
I bring this to you because I thought some of you might like it. But then giving you guys a link to a shopping site might be a faux pas and ...you know? I'm just going to show myself out before I dig myself in deeper.

I can't find my itinerary, but I think it's March 27th and April 8th? I won't be able to go places on my own, since I'll be with a school group, but we'll go somewhere to eat and do a teeny bit of sightseeing, so if anyone wants to come hang out in a diner and stare at monuments while being glared at by suspicious high-school teachers, that would be so awesome.

And, of course, I'll be in Cape Town, South Africa between those two dates. Freedom of movement restricted again, but if anyone's in the vicinity I bet we could find a way to have a nice mini-Gathering.

I also might be going to Los Angeles/southern California a bit after that? Details are still being worked out.

--Key would love to hang out with any of you in Real Life

Where Marina and Richard are sent to take care of a glitterbag in the Backside of the Canon of Persona 4.

Consciously attempting to avoid spoilers, she tried to think of an explanation for home. She then promptly decided that such a thing was highly improbable to actually occur and sound appealing.

"What's your Department?" Wow. Nice reaction, C.

"I say 'mostly' because I actually got recruited from a Pokemon badfic that mashed up the anime--at least, I think it was the anime--and World One. The Sue had me and my mom get Celebi powers as a counterpoint to her Mew powers, but Chris and Ami decided we didn't do anything wrong.

"Your home verse sounds interesting; maybe I'll give it a look."

The smile nearly boiled with confidence. Lou felt herself unfolding beneath it. She smiled right back. Was it warm in here?

'I grab the Sues a lot, too. Duane doesn't really grab anything, except the charges, and those are non-physical.' She scratched her chin. 'I guess he does the "snark" part, too. I'm not good at that. But we do a lot of things, and sometimes there isn't even a Sue to grab. But it's usually me grabbing, anyway.'

((When do you think, actually, we should end this? Not that I'm saying we should end it now, 'course, 'specially not if you got more to do. But we're both at ten posts, I believe.))

He hoped he wasn't preening. He felt a bit like he was, and he didn't think that was good. "I usually grab the Sues, yes," he said anyway, smiling in what he hoped was a confident way. He straightened his spine a bit, squared his shoulders. "How do your missions usually go?"

((-Alleb))

At every twist, every turn, every sudden revelation, every up and every down, she widened her eyes, leant in even closer, or tilted her head. What a story! What a journey! What an adventure!

'Wow. You grabbed her?' she said. 'And took her to Harfang?!' she continued, her total lack of awareness of the significance of this adding to her astonishment, rather than the opposite. She sat back, thoroughly amazed by this incredible, epic journey she had been taken on. 'Don't listen to Duane. That's brave,' she said.

'Gosh, is this frequent?'

"Lirene Sedai opened a portal up right to where the Sue was, then shoved her overboard." Jon grinned. It had been quite amusing to watch an enraged Lirene Sedai bodily throw the Sue over the railing. "Then I grabbed the Sue, we charged her, and then we fed her to the giants in Harfang," he said. He wasn't quite sure whether or not they were supposed to do that, but Lirene Sedai had been mad enough to chew iron and spit nails, so he hadn't said anything.

((Oh, Lou, you lovely soul.

-Alleb))

The tension, the sheer suspense. She wanted to know more. She needed to know more. She felt like she was truly there, salty water lapping at her neck, sea breeze running over her hair. Duane, meanwhile, was telling her how, not only was it a terrible story, it was also the last terrible story she would ever hear in her life, because this man was going to steal her soul and eat her and make her into a rug. Silently, awed eyes still on Jon, she took Duane off the table and placed him on the floor. 'Shut-up, Duane,' she murmured.

'What happened next?' she said, leaning in. 'Did you - gosh - did you drown? Did you both sink and drown horribly?!' She really hoped he hadn't. That would have been a sad (but artistic, Lou thought,) ending, indeed.

Jon thought he must have had at least one heroic moment in all of his missions. Lirene Sedai couldn't have had all of them... could she? Jon thought about his partner for a moment and realized that yes, yes she could.

So stories of Jon saving the day were in short supply. What else did he have? "Oh," he said, alighting on a particular mission. It didn't exactly leave him looking like a hero, but it didn't make his partner look like one either. It'd have to do. "Once, while Lirene Sedai and I were on a mission in Narnia, the Sue managed to knock both of us into the ocean," he said. He chuckled, remembering the sheer outrage on Lirene Sedai's face after the pink-haired Suvian had shoved her off the side of the Dawn Treader. That was a good story, wasn't it? Jon suddenly realized that he didn't have any practice telling stories. Were they supposed to be longer? He watched Lou's face for her response.

((Jon has no idea what he's doing.

-Alleb))

Bad punctuation, a romantic plot tumor, generic doomsday villains, gratuitous Japanese, protagonist-centered morality, and a deus ex machina near the end.

"Geography-wise, I'm from Georgia - sorry for the accent slip a moment ago, by the way, I usually try not to run all my words together like that. But the three of us... well, okay, Dad wasn't as bad as my brother and I were, but we spoke like that around the house. It sounded nice to us."

"Continuum-wise, which is what I think you were really asking about, I'm from something called The Gamer. It's a nice little webcomic, updates frequently, nice story. Especially if you're a gamer yourself." C realized that she was blathering too much. What cosmic entity had rolled that Diplomacy check? Or was it Oratory? Which rules were being played by, even? Ugh... why must the rules be so confusing...

"Um. Anyways, uh, where're you from?"

(Sorry about that. The infodump. In the first post, I heard her talking the way Lore and I do when we feel comfortable doing so - which is to say, we basically lose most of our enunciation skills. Something like this: "Hmm? O aye. I'm Culliapee. Bu' mos' people call me C, 's easier t' remember." Yes, we actually do that, except maybe with less spaces. She sounds... more like she's from Michigan here. So it's a bit more clean, if that makes sense.)

Boring was a relative thing, Lou knew. There were people out there who hunted boars and who fought fires and who got shot in wars who weren't excited at all. There were people out there who stopped leaping off cliffs for fun, because they had ultimately decided that leaping off cliffs wasn't fun and that they simply didn't feel the rush, anymore. Jon was in the DMS - and he found it boring. Boring! Lou was astounded. She widened her eyes, just a touch. Her heart was beating a lot more conspicuously than it usually did. She was feeling quite warm. Gosh, she thought.

'It's boring,' boring she thought, still astounded, 'too. It has lots of variety, though, so the boringness stays fresh. Gosh.' She glanced at the table. She glanced at Duane. She ignored everything he said.

'I don't think you'd have boring stories. Are you sure they're boring? They might not be.' She was feeling quite warm.

((I love this bloody weird situation they've both ended up in, where neither of them have any idea what's going on, yet are very certain they know exactly what's going on.))

If you're posting something to the Board - badfic or otherwise - it's great to do it in a way that invites the most discussion. A single link doesn't do much of that, so why not take the time to tell us what's bad about it? If you can work in a question - say, if there's an aspect of it you think might be difficult to PPC, you could ask about that- that's even better, but I know it's not always possible.

hS

Glad you're feeling better now :)

"There was this girl, Natasha, and she somehow got Mew's powers. As a complement to that, my mom and I both got Celebi powers. Chris and Ami decided I didn't do anything really bad, so they brought both of us, plus my friend Brenda, back to HQ," he said. "Mom doesn't use her powers, though. She works in the Nursery. I haven't seen Brenda in...oh, gosh, at least two years. Wonder how she's doing?"

"I can't say I've met anyone with that name before. It's pretty. Where are you from?"

((Miguel was a bit character when I recruited him, so he's an average-sized teenage boy. He's wearing a nice gray suit right now; he usually wears a black t-shirt and khakis. Brown eyes, dark chin-length curls, sepia-tone skin.))

It felt--well, it felt good to be asked for stories. He'd never been asked for that before. When he started thinking about the stories he had, though, he deflated. Most of them involved Lirene Sedai saving him from Sues and Stus. What would that look like to Lou? Not very good. "Most of them are boring, though," he said. Then, to distract her, "What's it like in the Floaters? I've, uh, never been in it. Um. Obviously." Jon mentally kicked himself. If this conversation ended with Lou not detesting him, he'd count it a victory.

((-Alleb))

1. We aren't sporking the MST. We're sporking the fic.
   
   2. Sorry...

She thought about digging for a new one, then realized that would hold the current round up too long. "Hey, Orc-"

"His name is Davug," Virro interrupted distractedly.

"Davug, then, switch with me. You check armor, I'm gonna loot a weapon." She walked over to the weapons rack and began doing exactly as she had said she would. Davug glared at her, but did what she had suggested. At that moment, he sorely wished he could have done something else, but it was, admittedly, far more practical to go looking for armor than anything else. Virro, who had been looking at the map, made sure to memorize what he had seen. He turned to the chest, and tried to see if there were any more scrolls or potions in the chest that he might take, particularly necromantic ones or ones that might help him gain some control of his magic in those instances where it flared too powerfully for him to control.

Bellas continues to search using the same parameters as the previous round

Uriel attempts to scan the current room for any secret passages, unaware of what Virro has found.