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Okay, maybe not *ever*, but it's so, so good. The songs are catchy, the plot is good, it's funny, and it's just *fun*. It's even fun to rewatch! Give it a few episodes, and it'll catch you forever and have you humming the main song at random moments. :) Karen (Du Lay) got me hooked on it around when it was on season 2 or about to start season 2 (can't remember exactly). It's so much fun and I recommend it. (Watch out for a bit of strong language and a number of actor cameos--including Anthony Stewart Head of Buffy and More fame).

~DF

And I was under the impression that former replacements would develop personalities of their own - Backslash is kinda doing that, i.e. a tad more childish than Canon!Shulk, and a lot more rude ^^;

Thanks for your feedback! I'm in the process of writing one more mission with these two before switching gears to some of my other agents, so hopefully you guys should be able to get a glimpse into their lives once again. ;)

Yes, you heard it right, my finely feathered friends, that was, indeed, the beta call!

So, I'd like a bit of beta-ing done. Remember that one MST I did centuries ago, when I was bored, hiding from the wrath of Suetonius Paulinus as he ravaged the early British countryside?
The one where Finch and Bingle made fun of the Eye of Argon, by Jim Theis?
I've finally decided to continue doing that. I have my excuses, alright?

All I need is SPaG, and the ability to punch me in the gut and howl at me 'You're not funny!' when I'm not being funny.

So, maybe your original patronus would have been a St. Bernard, but your strong feelings towards your cat would have turned your patronus into a cat.

It could happen.

I clicked on this dreading a horror in the school of "Cloud Mows the Lawn," but thank god, it's only inane, and actually in a so-dumb-it's-funny kind of way. I'm not sure if that makes you a great troll or a terrible one.

Let's make no mistake, though, you're definitely a troll.

--Lemony

Man, I'm always late to the party. I hear they're thinking about continuing the show on Netflix or Hulu, though! They may not be able to get Sasse back since he's working on another series now, but still, I think they could make it work. Richard's my favorite character anyway. ^_^

~Neshomeh

Darkotas got me hooked on it back when it first started. It is so many levels of glorious. I'll heartily second this recommendation!

It's called Galavant. It ran on ABC for two all-too-brief seasons, and now it's on Netflix. It's like if Monty Python and The Princess Bride had a baby, and it was an entire Renaissance Festival, and it can sing, and it has Timothy Omundson (King Richard) and he's the best, and Joshua Sasse (Galavant) looks like a young Richard-Harris-as-King-Arthur, and the women characters are badasses, and Weird Al Yankovic shows up, and everybody else is cool, too. *gasps*

Point is, Galavant. If you're not one of those weird people who doesn't like musicals, you'll love it. Go! Watch!

~Neshomeh

I have kind of mixed feelings about the result. I mean, I do like dogs... but I find large, very friendly dogs somewhat intimidating.

As the quiz doesn't really allow room for your personal life to influence it, I think mine really would be a cat. My cat is one of the most important beings in my life, and she's helped me fight off the real-life Dementors I've had to face.

First, congrats, and awesome shoes, Iximaz! I'm happy for you.

Second, Matt... remember what happened the last time TARDIS-blue invitations were sent out to people? Didn't go too well, at least at the start XD.

a:n OMGH BRANDY BABY!1! glonks* i misset yu! aslo i tohught at frist yo siad you wre bussy wit boys adn stuf LIL!!!! neway so i wes gonig to stop but YOI INSIPID ME TO KEEP GONIG yya!

"No!" stated Zeb. "We cannot be too late! We have to get in there and have more sex with her than the badfic is! (a/N so kk iM not sur how geting prengant words?! LOK i meen I KNW hoe it wrosk but whn tehres' more tahn 1 boy?!? anways i tHink tihs is write)"

"Okay," yelled Jaycacia. Then Jaycacia and Zeb and the Avatar ran across the room. They took each others' clothes off as they ran, and also Zeb turned into his hott human form. Then they reached the bed. Then Zeb shouted "Avatar I am here to get your pregnant so the badfic doesn't!", and the Avatar said "Oh okay," but the badfic said, "No I will get her pregnant."

So then Zeb tried to have sex with the Avatar, but the badfic kept confusing him so he had sex with Jaycacia (A/N GodMooodAdict!1!! yu can sned taht intwerebs to mi enail anddress!!!) or the new Avatar instead. But also Jaycacia sacrificed herself and made the badfic have sex with her, so it couldn't confuse Zeb as much as it wanted.

So Zeb managed to have lots of sex with the Avatar. "Yes!" he shouted. "Now we will stop the evil Acacia being born ever!"

Then a bolt of midnight lightning cracked down from the ceiling and knocked Zeb off the bed.

"Oh no!" cried Jaycacia. "We are having sex!" (A/N so funi sotry my fiend wantsed tihs to be a VERI RUDE line adn i sad NO WAU but I sill licked teh Joke so i Sad it like tihs insetd. hop thats' okies!)

"Oh yes," cackled an evil voice, "you are doubly having sex! For not only have I stopped Zeb from getting the Avatar pregnant with his nice baby (and also now the badfic is having sex with her instead so it will deffo be an evil baby), but also I am already back!"

"Oh no!" cried Jaycacia again. "Mother!"

"Oh yes," cackled Acacia Byrd. "I'm ba-ack!"

~

Acacia put the page down carefully. "Oh, hells."

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((I intended for real!Acacia to go on a long rant here, but checking, that's really not her style. So she gets understated instead.))

((Also, JayBird has been writing Jaycacia stories for 12 years, which - assuming FF.net rules for fanficcers - makes her at least 25. Dwell on that for a moment, and then "repeat to yourself, it's just a game/I should really just relax...!"))

... To go on here. And I'm not saying that Scapegrace is a bad writer, merely a glacially slow one. We all complain about George R.R. Martin, don't we? =]

((It's fine. Many therapists have also told me not to insult myself, though since they require me to tell them the truth, well, there's a limit as to how not-insulting I can be. =] ))

It makes the world a better place. Facts have no relevance here.

hS

Assuming we're talking about the time when we didn't have admin control here, my response was to establish a second YourWebApps (or were we still Server.com?) board, and do my level best to make it an exact copy of this one. At the time, we mostly believed that we wouldn't get control of this one back - I wasn't setting up a temporary spam shelter, but a replacement Board.

I remember being very frustrated trying to get the link colours to work right; they kept wanting to be blue.

I know you were working on getting hold of the admin details... did you also try and contact P@L to get her to stomp on the spam for us?

This is my opening post on the Other Board, which says that apparently I'm misremembering slightly (go figure). This is where the Other Board starts; you can jump the URL back in 25s to find the rest of the posts. It looks like you got the admin access after only ten days.

~

On a Plort perspective, in case it helps, this is what's already written:

But the renewed onslaught was noticed - and brought retaliation. Vast armies of hideous trolls crossed the sea, swimming through the reefs, leading their gargantuan ypur mounts through the water. When they made landfall, they brought ruin upon whatever they found. Only the combined forces of the barons was able to bring them down - and those which escaped swore, in their vile tongue, that they would return.

Fortifications were built, in preparation for the next assault, but the next enemy Plort would face was not the Marizu. Distrustful of the barons, the lands that had once been Chaett rebelled anew, forming the Republic of Iric. Huinesoron fled to Plort; Dann remained in Iric, a leader of the revolution.

Iric claimed a new form of government: true democracy, with elected officials, not absolute rulers. The people of Plort were skeptical - but some took the idea to heart. The Librarians’ War was swift and bloody. When the fighting died down, the south coast of Konti-Nyuum had become the Commonwealth of Wechi. Here, all were truly equal: though the baron Neshomeh still held her castle, and her opinion was sought in time of dispute, Wechi was not her domain.

The splintering of Konti-Nyuum might have continued indefinitely, had it not been for a further assault by the Marizu. Driven from their homes, the people of Plort fled to the western city of Ozerbord - and found the citizens of Wechi there before them. Even the folk of Iric soon joined them, and as their united armies drove away the trolls, the three nations took conference.

The outcome was perfect for none, but acceptable to all. The nations would once more reunite into a Union of Plort, but would not thereby become a single realm. Instead, it would be a union of four countries. Over each would be placed barons, to lead the common war effort - but beyond matters military, the nations would be independent. The Protectorate of Borrd, comprising the north and central areas, would continue to be ruled by its barons. The Republic of Iric would continue to elect its own leaders, known for no apparent reason as ‘Ops’ and ‘Dars’. The Commonwealth of Wechi renewed its commitment to absolute democracy, while granting its barons the power to exile inhabitants at need. Finally, in the west, Ozerbord and its hinterland were created the new Refuge of Ozerbord: a monument to the unity of Plort, a bastion in time of need, a place of celebration. Over this primarily military realm, the exiled baron Huinesoron was placed.

And:

During the invasions of Konti-Nyuum by trolls, it is said that an Unnamed Knight guarded the Pass of the Five, fending off all attacks until the armies of Plort could once again take the field. Who this knight is has been a source of much debate, with speculation ranging from 'a baron of Plort' to 'a long-departed knight' to 'Jay herself'.

I'm... actually not sure what's going on with the timeline, there. Ypurs, then the IRC, then the Other Board? At least one of those must be out of order, unless I'm dramatically misremembering.

hS

Ilraen and Farilan meet in DoSAT and things spiral out of control. Ilraen/Farilan/[spoilers]

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Nume had sent Ilraen to DoSAT for a new CAD because they'd broken their last one recently and Nume didn't feel like going anywhere. When he god there, he noticed Farillan, who was trying to reassemble something. <Um ... hi>, Ilraen said hesidantly

Farilan turned some of her eyes, which had been focused on her work, towards Ilraen, surprised. <Hello.>, she said <What are you doing here?>

<Ah ... my partner needed a replacement CAD. He sent me to get one.>

<How fortunate, I have almost repaired this one.>

<I think he specified a new CAD, and not any of the "junk ones that are held together with duct tape". My partner is ... rather demanding.>

<Humans.>, Farillan grumbled. While she was wandering over to get a new CAD from the bin, she asked <How is your repair project going?>

<Poorly, I'm afraid. I was hoping that you could give me some pointers.>

<Of course.>

Farilan looked at Ilraen. Really looked. And she realized he was a very handsome Andalite. She was taken aback for a moment, and then added: <I could also give you some pointers about other things, as well.>

<If you are referring to what I think you are, then I would certainly appreciate those pointers. I haven't had much opportunity to learn about such things.>

<I've found that, in such matters, a practical approach is best.> After Farilan said this, she strode over to Ilraen and jumped his bones. They started having a really good time on a lab bench. Makes-Things wouldn't mind, they figured, since the place was already a big mess.

While they were banging in a surprisingly empty lab, Amris floated in. He hadn't been looking for DoSAT, he'd just stumbled in. He noticed the two Andalites and could feel their minds slamming into each other just as their bodies were. He asked "Are you telepaths? Because if you are, I'd like to join in." Internally, he thought "It's been a while since I've gotten laid. There's not much around here I can hook up with, except maybe the Flowers, who are total prudes. Big let down."

<Uh ... Sure>, both of the Andalites replied, with a slight echo. Ilraen added <but I'm not sure how that would work. You don't seem to have, er, well ...>

"It's not a problem," Amris replied. "Drone sex is a meeting of the minds, after all."

Having said this, Amris joined Ilraen and Farilan in relieving some tension.

(A/N: I'm not good at sex scenes, so I wrote around those. Also, Ilraen and Farilan are such a cute couple!!! Amris is here because it felt too short lol)

(( OOC: I am aware that some elements of this might contradict Culture canon. I don't care. This is the badfic games, after all. ))

And then she was nice, and then she turned mean again! And unless she regenerates again, she's gonna keep being mean! And don't insult Scapegrace! I like those stories!

((Oh, wow, it feels so weird to be saying 'Don't insult Scapegrace', given the circumstances.))

Everyone with eyes knows the answer to this question! Or at least, they do if they've read my fic. ; )

You haven't changed much from the original song, so 5/10 for creativity, but it is funny. I giggled. Hats off to you for that.

--Lemony

(( I am happy to know that this exists. It's not a perfect fit, but as Lemony says, it's funny. I giggled. ^_^

~Neshomeh ))

OMG I'm sorry I haven't reviewued ur story yat, I've been supoer bys w/school an stuff. :( But don't stop now bxus u r super gr8 and I need 2 know wat happens w/; Jaycacia and the Avatar!!! ILU!!!

XOXOX

At the prodding of Baron Thanasius Ampelius (aka Desdendelle), I have started the project of documenting the Ypur Wars, as they once raged across the fair lands of Borrd. I would be deeply appreciative if anyone who was around then would write up your (actual, not Plort-ified) memories of the time. I can pass my email or other contact information on request if you don't want to share stuff publicly.

I'm intending to Plortify the campaigns against the Ypurs, the Quest for the Bane-Hammer, the liberation of Borrd, and so on; I would also deeply love peoples' suggestions for what they would have been doing in-Plort throughout. (There will be a separate call for that once I have the broad strokes of the campaigns and battlefields laid out.)

By my hand,
Baroness Delta Juliette

1) The anime ended it's original run
This should be obvious.

2) “What I’d give to cave in that skull of her’s,” said Whitney.
Another extraneous apostrophe.

3) Funny, I’d have sworn showed up earlier than this.
I think you a word there. Perhaps "he" or "it"?

And this one's more of a "please clarify":
Meta Knight, meanwhile, looked down at said mask fragments, thinking. Backslash made the connection in his mind a bit faster, though, and pulled out a little rod-like device.

What connection are you talking about?

All in all, a good mission, though the two "MOMMY MAY I KEEP IT" lines struck me as a bit OOC. Then again, I'm willing to accept the possibility that I'm amiss in expecting Backslash to act more like Shulk.
But back to basics: a good mission and good expansion on the characters of Whitney and Backslash.

Chapter One
Somewhere in Personnel...
"I still say getting booted to Personnel was unfair," ex-Agent Kara grumbled from behind a stack of paperwork. "I was trying to help!"

"By burying both of your coworkers, several interns, Agent Cooper, Agent Jack, and Luxury in hot sand up to their necks?" asked Quen. The secretary didn't do punishment detail, which was why the Marquis had called it "training a new hire and undersecretary."

Kara finished two files and shrugged. "It's supposed to be good for your circulation and pores. I did everything right, too. I passed out flyers, I got consent from everyone, I had Mittens and the RMC warn people about my powers so no one would scream, I made sure I didn't overdo it--"

"I notice 'telling the Flowers' doesn't appear in your list of precautions," the alien girl deadpanned.

Thud went Kara's head onto her desk, scattering paperwork. "Uuuuggggh. Mom was right. I never should've left Sunagakure."

"Someone would have killed you if you hadn't left."

"I'm already dead. This is payment for my crimes." Kara picked her head back up and put the completed files in her outbox. "Seriously, how many people work here, anyway? Counting the ones who don't go on missions?"

"You know, I don't think anyone's ever done the math on that," said Quen thoughtfully. "But no one's done the math on how many crewmen there are on the Enterprise, either."

"The what?" asked Kara, finishing three more files and picking up three more her headdesk had scattered.

Quen did a double-take. "You...you've never heard of the Enterprise?"

"Should I have?" said Kara.

"Er...no...?"

Kara shrugged again and passed the next week's cafeteria menus to the alien. "So, no big deal."

The girls were silent for a minute before Kara spoke up again. "There's one other thing I don't understand."

"Yes?"

"Why did Luxury show up when I never invited her, and how come I didn't notice her until Cooper screamed? Is she a ninja too?"

Now it was Quen's turn to headdesk. Repeatedly.

"What? It's a fair assumption!"


Author's note: Yay, comedy fic! Please review so I have a reason to write more about Kara's (not-) adventures!