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The only pic you're getting is of a Weeping Angel. Enjoy living in the 1890's!

Here, have a whisk! It's excellent for Author!Wrait exorcisms. And omelettes.

I should let you know that, as this is a writing community, which does seek to mock and ridicule poor writing, we do have fairly high standards both in fanfic and posting. Read: punctuation and capitals appreciated!

Generally, a horde of members will descend on you with gifts comprehensible and otherwise, and someone provides the List Of Links, but we're all a bit distracted by the ypur invasion at the moment, so it might be a while. Meanwhile, take a look around, engage in discussions and/or silliness, and make yourself at home!

Oh-- and you can leave your sanity at the door. You won't be needing it here.

To the alternate board.

Given that Dann and the Nameless Admin's post is only the third down now, and that the average PPCer is hopefully smarter than the average cabbage, I'm pretty sure this was completely unnecessary and even potentially harmful.

Additionally, for many, if not most, this is still early in the school year, and people have lives, and things to get to. It hasn't been but twelve hours yet, and most of those were during the night.

Sergio Turbo entered the bunker and slammed shut the door.
"I made it." he said.
He put his right hand on a cut on his left arm, and leaned to a pillar.
"What the hell is happening? There are bots everywhere. I had the time to pack only a few things, they nearly got me."

"Yup," she said. "Close call. Made it out of the house just in time. So, you okay?"

"Hey there," she said, on seeing one of the others approach. "You just made it out of there too?"

Cautiously, a pale, scared-looking redhead inched open the bunker doors, and squeezed through, making as little noise as possible. Slowly closing the doors behind her, Sister-to-the-Queen
(or SttQ, as she prefered to be called) slumped against them, weak with relief. She'd made it.

The Spambots had been only half a mile from her house when she'd checked her e-mail and seen Edward's message. After a horrified glance through her window, she'd tossed a bunch of random items into her biggest tote bag and fled out the back door. Sneaking through the city's network of dark, interconnected alleyways, she'd been able to reach the bunker without being spotted by the bots.

She looked around, searching for any familiar faces. She spotted Cassie, who had apparently just arrived as well, and walked over to her.

Silikat ran through the door of the bunker, slightly scorched from a passing Spambot attack. She was late to everything anyway, but being late to an invasion was just annoying.

In her haste, she had just thrown everything useful into a bag, most importantly her Classic!Doctor Who DVDs and Harry Potter books, and ran to the bunker. She didn't even have time to pick up her notebooks!

Stumbling through the door, she got a couple of odd glances, which she ignored as she sat cross-legged on the floor, turned her laptop's volume up and slid City of Death into the DVD slot.

Fair winds!

Now you can throw BBQs.

Cassie arrived at a rather high speed, her Bag still not quite fastened from the rushed packing. Having received late word from outside the Posting Board that the invasion had begun, she'd barely taken the time to check the Board before making her escape, and had very narrowly avoided a blow from a Spambot in doing so.

Now, with a Bag stuffed with clothes, chocolate and her entire bookcase's contents (along with several other useful items that were no doubt in there somewhere), she skidded into the bunker in her usual haphazard fashion, looking as disorganised as physically possible.

"What'd I miss?" She narrowly avoided crashing into some of the others as she came to a halt. "Sorry! Just got the news - this is getting silly, huh? Every bloody summer. Is everyone okay?"

Galenfea had mostly been trying to lay low during the troll attacks, avoiding getting involved and trying to concentrate on other things, but when she heard Edward's announcement of the evacuation she hurriedly packed up her laptop, all the Tolkien books she could carry and a few other personal items (including, reluctantly, her homework) and followed his directions to the bunker.

When she arrived, she stopped almost in the doorway to look around. There were a few people here already, setting up camp with the assurance of practice. Evidently they were experienced boarders and had been through an evacuation before. Galenfea stepped out of the way of someone coming in behind her and wove among the columns, looking for somewhere to settle down. Perhaps when she'd staked out a corner to call her own, she might go and talk to some of the others and find out what she might do to be useful, a true member of this community. She knew a few boarders had been injured - Edward had taken a blow to the side, for one - and maybe her first aid training would be of help. Somewhere like this must have a first aid kit, and at the moment she wasn't sure what else she could do.

She set down her backpack in an unoccupied niche and tossed her jacket over it, then began trying to find her way towards the sound of voices.

Just smack it and it'll turn into something new!

_{Random Crap Incorporated is not responsible for any injuries that may arise due to the turning of the Random Thing^TM into something sharp, acidic, or otherwise harmful. Do not light on fire or throw at siblings. Not for children under three years old.}

The first five posts are from this year. Everything below jdlegacy's attempted introduction is from our last evacuation. Reply to things below that at your own risk, it has the potential to get very confusing very quickly.

Okay, I'm starting to get control-freaky, so I'm just going to leave while some of you still don't hate me...
EBW

First of all, I apologize a thoasand for the capslock and the bold, but Techno-D. and the Nameless Admin don't seem to be getting much attention by being polite, and their words need attention.

We are evacuating to The Other Board. Or here (http://wbe03.mibbit.com/?settings=12bf096bab4399ac3d0cc82c41d78b70&server=irc.blitzed.org&channel=%23). But probably The Other Board. All over here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7e_igiPIUI).

Sorry, I couldn't resist. Follow the lynx for more info.

P.S. Don't reply to this. I put a thread up (two actually, which was probably a bad idea in retrospect) at the Other Board (first and third lynx), and in the interest of helping Dann and the Admin, please go there if you wish to ask questions, make comments, or scold at me for using bold and allcaps in the subject bar.

Sorry to intrude, but seeing as the spam-bot is rather well-designed for attacking this design of boards, I'd rather not give it the address of The Other Board anywhere near as easily. There seem to be people on the IRC most of the time, people can ask there (or use our shiny Wiki!) to find where it's at.

-The Nameless Admin

Again, I'm sorry for the allcaps. Any questions you have about what's going on, please put here, and I will answer you as best I can and/or find the answer. This is merely so that we don't have pages and pages and pages of people throwing the same questions back and forth over and over and over again.

General Information for Those Who Haven't Done Evac Before: The Posting Board is under attack by spambots. Techno-D and the Nameless Admin are working to fix this. The best thing you can do to help is stay off the Posting Board. This is the Message Board, it is exactly the same as the Posting Board except that this is less accessible to spammers. We're going to stay here until we get the word that we can go back to the Posting Board.

Any other questions, add here. (Please read over the questions already posted before you add more. I'm trying to keep the length of this post down to a minimum.)

*pulls out sack of pebbles and beats troll around the head*

BEGONE, YE SPAWN OF HADES!

Edward staggered into the bunker and slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. The bunker itself was breathtaking - it was on a similar scale to the Mines of Moria, albeit with a very low ceiling - but Edward was in no mood to be awed.

He poked his right side, and winced. The Spamtroll had only scored a glancing blow before the Nameless Admin had blasted it to smithereens, and it had been bandaged up, but it still hurt like bejeezus.

He looked around. A couple of the older Boarders were chatting quietly with eachother in the center of the room, but other than that, there was nothing but the enormous cement pillars that dotted the bunker.

That was a problem.

He dropped his pack and staggered to his feet. People needed to know what was going on, and it seemed like nobody else was going to tell them. Ignoring the other Boarders, he walked back out of the relative peace of the Message Board into the pure havoc that was the Posting Board.

Welcome to the PPC Posting Boar! Nice to see another JRPG fan here (especially another Tales of Symphonia fan). Here, have some chocolate, and enjoy your stay!

...That's an image that's gonna haunt me for a while.

Damn Rule 34! Damn it to hell!

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to bleach my brain out.

Just to pass the time while we're bunkering down here...

I've always thought of the Board as a sort of a small city, or perhaps a neighborhood or district of a larger city. The city is, in this case, the Internet. Or perhaps WebApps is the city, and the Internet is the country. Though since it's the World Wide Web technically the Internet should be the world, but that's mixing metaphors so badly that I'm not even going to go there. At least, not further than I have already gone.

In any case, here's the scenario - the city that is the Board is under attack. Secretly, the Boarders are being evacuated to here. Now, the question is, what would happen? Who would help the others find their way in the new city, who would merely wait to be helped, who would go ax-crazy on the other Boarders at the mere mention of relocation, and who would randomly start painting everything purple and begin quacking like a duck? I don't know, but I'd like to find out.

Rules of engagement: You're still a Boarder. Not one of your Agents, a Boarder. This may sound...control-freakish, but if we were Agents then that would make this an Emergency, and that's been banned under no uncertain terms. You use your and other people's Board usernames, and you act naturally for the situation.

Other than that, it's just a basic RP with the above them of relocation into a new city. This may be the greatest idea ever, this may be a terrible idea, this may be ignored due to the masses of people saying OMG WHERE ARE WE above it. Lets just see. I'll start, if nobody minds.

I thought someone was going to take care of this. Oh well...

(Pulls out and cocks dual Spork Guns)

I'd like to see more villian sue missions.

Just bolt it on to a ship and you can kill sues from orbit.

As I said in my intro thread mine is being used to cook breakfast in. I'll have a go at wacking once I've finished this bacon.