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Honestly, in the time it took you to spew out this complete drivel and for me to read it I coul'dve done something useful with my life. Give me my 3 minutes back.

1/10, because at least you tried but on second thought it really wasn't worth it.

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((Realtalk through: the Suethor French!accent voice is genius and perfectly over-the-top. Please, more.))

Zero content. If your going to write a story, don't slap three sentnences together and expect you're readers to be happy with that,

losthopeforhumanity/10.

Get good, son.

Did you wake up this morning and rub you're face all over the keyboard? Its the only explanation I can think of for the raisain d'etre for this abomination unto mankind.

Your probably the worst story out of the bunch on this website. I give you i/10 because any value this story has is purely imaginary.

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((Note to self: use the i/10 joke more often in real life.))

Is there going to be a part 2? You left a lot of stuff unexplained, but I like where (I think) this is going. *runs off to google the new words*

Another year, another offering of absolute literary garbage before my eyes. Its a little tiring to see, really.

So, what do we have here? A long srting of words that are clearly evidence that you're time is spent between looking up words in the thesaurus and trying to imagine what 'cool' is like. Unfortubately, you fail horribly at both.

You're capitalization is off, you're prose is denser than a uranium brick, and I have no idea what is even going on in this story.

0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001/10, get off the internet, kid.

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((I am so sorry.))

Disclaimer: The PPC is the property of Jay and Acacia, whose presence is elsewhere and elsewhen, and whose spirit fills the ether of HQ as its inhabitants continue their nugatory vigil over the darkest reaches of the multiverse.

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she lies abask among the trees and nymphs of the wilding forest between and calls me not. she sleeps. her watch is stood in fairyland. this place this boscaresque idyll is seen only by what third eye she possesses and is little thought upon by us mere mortal defedators who have not the slightest glimmer of the veil-piercing power of minds. and yet we are here watching the flowers grow in the little vale of pale blue flowers and tall trees.

militator. kakorraphiophobe. two. one. hunting through the mertensias that shame the symbelmune with their lustful presence. she leads. her sacricolist follows. blood in the water falling like a burnt man cast from his castaldy like an arrow loosed to divine the future like bullet and bomb like the misbegotten child of dead and lonely gods. this is not my area of expertise.

who is devotional. who can be. what is devotion even for other than to sate the whims of little lives lost in a theomachy not of their own making but will lead them to their mortal resting places. the long knives come. pity the columbine heiress of majesty not her own. pity her cardinal lips. pity her hair wave after wave of atrous curls kokytos in flood. pity the vestments of her ignoble faith corbeau chiton leatherette heels where around her is uncaring unseeing duck dreadnought drabbet. piteous. vicious. being of vice.

she is a whisper of robes like trees holding court. i am earthen made of the dark parts of space she is composed and constructed of high time clockwork galataean. or something like it. moths flit between the blue flowers. quarry pauses sniffs the air her coterie unmoving cardboard slategrey colours churning as it spins its song interrupted nails on chalkboard trimmed to the wick and wire. a slim pad is produced. a charge. execution. light shines as blackened bogiron flits parts vermiel. lifeless life ended. amnesia. ascension to higher orders of dimension.

there to rest in a gunmetal prison silent ceaseless love unbound unbidden unwanted deeply shared. uncompanionable quiet. waiting for the next distraction.

-I suck at famous quotes.
-I suck at literature.
-I am kind of rubbish at World Landmarks, not getting much above level 3/10.
-I am worryingly good at the German I haven't studied since 2008 - I hit level 10/10 (briefly, but I did).
-Most alarmingly of all, I'm apparently really good at guessing the artists of famous paintings. As in, I've never seen the paintings before, but go 'oh, that looks like a Monet', or 'that looks English, must be Turner'. I think I got to halfway through the levels before it turned into 'I have no idea who any of those are'. (My favourite: 'that looks evil, must be- yep, it's Bosch'.)

hS

I even made an account in... first year university, I believe. I still have it, and even remember the login, so... *dons the mantle of Brightshadow--name changes are apparently impossible--and prepares to duel play*

~DF

*slow clap*

Congratulations for being on the Board for 1 year! I don't have anything to give for this occasion right now. Sorry.

Although it may not help to avoid the Octagonal Snowflakes, at least I would not feel like I must ask for Permission to create a new department before the "example mission" drops off the Board. This would give me more time to think about an alternative Flash Patch that is as hilariously unrelated as the Potted Cactus or the Three-Eyed Rubber Duck.

HG

ddi you right taht snog all bi yurself?!?!?!?

taht is petty cute! hav yu got ane hatters yet whu say yu sohuldnt' mack Supernumberary and Illian gay?! becuse if yoi do TEHYR'E WRON.

butt Zed shud totlly hav deaten teh Darloks bedus he is ECLECTIC POWRD so he can soot tehm with ECLISITY. u cat juts ignoe him becs yo down't lick hin.

A/N omg NOW REVIES?!?!?! i tihnk i myt STOP WRITTIN ALL TO GET HER now!!!!! oky hers the necks chappi!

Jaycacia was walking purposefully along the corridor when a voice behind her snarled, "Mary-Sue!"

Jaycacia whirled, her powers at the ready to destroy whichever Mary-Sue had been foolish enough to infiltrate PPC HQ. "Where?!"

In front of her (A/N onli now taht shes' turnd a rond!1) stood a woman dressed in white. She had a large collar and an angry face. "It is you!" she snarled, pointing three guns at Jaycacia. "You are the Mary-Sue!"

Jaycacia gasped. "But Avatar!" she explained (A/N YE she reconis her SHHJ yol'l see in a minuet). "I thought we were friends!"

The Avatar pointed another gun at her. "So did I," she snarled, "but that was before I learned that you are... a Mary-Sue!"

"But I'm not," Jaycacia said. "That must mean... you have been tricked!"

She stretched out her mind, drawing on all the powers she had been granted by a wandering Flower years ago + the training the Sunflower Official had given her + her memories of her time as the Moonflower. "Why, Avatar," she gasped, "I didn't know you were... pregnant!"

"Yes I am," the Avatar snarled, "and it is my mother's instinct that tells me you are a Mary-Sue." She pointed another gun at Jaycacia (A/N hoe manny is taht now lol). "Now I am going to kill you, you Sue."

"But don't you see?" Jaycacia pleaded. "That is just what the one controlling you wants you to do."

"Hah!" the Avatar snarled. "No-one is controlling me."

"But they are!" Jaycacia pointed dramatically at the Avatar. "I sense a darkness within you... a darkness that comes from your baby... a darkness that has a name..."

(A/N DUN DUN DUUUUUUH)

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"I like this Avatar woman."

Jay rolled her eyes. "You would; she's got more weapons than you can shake a stick at. Also: don't recommend shaking a stick at her."

Acacia threw a pitted olive at her friend's head. "You know what I mean, though. She saw Jaycacia as a Sue! She's the first person to do that since... well, us."

"Mm." Jay reached over and plucked the olive bowl from Acacia's fingers. "These are good. But you've missed something."

Acacia looked back at the sheaf of papers. "Yeah?"

"Mm-yup." An olive bounced off the final lines. "The Avatar, whoever she is, is a character in a Jaycacia Thornbyrd story. Take it from me - by the end of this, she'll either be dead, or in bed with Jaycacia."

Acacia mulled this over. "... I hate it when you're right."

I can probably archive the Inaccuracies story as a one-off (as I'll also be doing with Jaycacia, for the same reason); I just don't have the energy/time to do everything, because it takes /so long/.

hS

I don't believe there's a time limit on it.

Avie-senpai is so smexy *lercherous eyes* uwu I hope you finish the story cause I want more!! Your writing is really good I could really picture the surroundings. I dont watch Doctor Who but the Davos guy seems super cool, you did a good job describing him!!

((Meet an exaggerated version of Middle School!Key, who thought she knew what good writing was, and how to give concrit. . . Please note that the real me has never called anyone "senpai."))

'Primal Reversion' is the most perfect name for the Badfic Games I've seen so far.

congragurgratons!

Ilran boght the milk and said 'thank u fine sir for his freshh rejuvenating mikl i shal consume it trogh my mouth,' when, sudenly, randumly, out-of-nowerely, unxpectdly, the mary sue appeared.

'the marey sue!' Ilarn exclummd, as the mary sue appeared sudenly, randumly, out-of-nowerely an unxpectdly.

'iv kidnapt PPC!' marit swue shrikked lik the harpi (its a roman monstr taht shriks) adn she shodwe a pitcture of PPPC, who wass tyed up on an chair.

'Not PiPiCee!' Illarien holwed lik a wolff (its a animal taht holws, i dont know if its roman???)
'is da chair commfor-table, ta least?'

'No!' marry sue said.

'nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'
Ililiarrenilraen scremd lik a screming man (its a type of man but ti screms, maybe roman but probly not)
and he screemed and scremd an shot at mary with bullets and lasers will he bet her an save PPC?

RAT REVIEW AND REVIEW TO FIND OUT

no flams pls im stil sensittve my 7th cusin removd's co-wokror's neighbore died 11 yrs ago ;_;

I want to get it filled out, but I also have to manage my time (homework and stuff). And I don't want it to suddenly be over while I'm in the middle of working on it :/

--Key was almost done when her computer crashed

I totes can't wait to see more!