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5. Posts should be kept from the G to PG-13 range. Keep it clean people. If you have to say something over the PG-13 level (like if it includes cursing or something) give a warning at least.

Referencing the gory details of badfic erotica should be kept to a minimum, and with a NSFW warning at the very least.

Thanks,

Araeph

Upon hearing someone mention desserts Modren got a Cheshire cat grin on his face. Magic was easy here, and reality thin enough that he should be able to summon some sugar cakes.

Unfortunately he hadn't used the spell in a long time. Forgetting a key part of the casting he merely summoned a huge quantity of sugar.

The sugar floated down and covered much of the mess of gruel, and several of the combatants, in a fine powder resembling snow.

At this point, Xericka was covered with more food products than actually were being served in the cafeteria.* She was rapidly moving out of the normal Nobody emotion of 'annoyed indifference' towards 'maniacal rage.' She eyed the kids who had soaked her with Kool-Aid and said nothing as she attempted to clean off her coat in vain.

That's about the point Jack dove through the air in her general direction.

Xericka's expression did not change. She merely leveled her ketchup gun with one hand and began spraying it in the Hunter's direction. With the other hand, she grabbed a bunchl of banana peppers from the salad bar and began tossing them like little spicy grenades.

Gremlin watched her partner with a sort of demented glee, like a mad scientist who finally got the monster thing right after a few tries.

*Don't ask how. Probably quantum or something.

:D Granny Weatherwax is made of copious amounts of Awesome.

Yeah, I've not seen much of him either. I just got the impression that he was trying really hard to be the Tenth Doctor, rather than having his own personality.
I'm probably biased, though - still haven't got over the loss of the Tenth.

Surely, by the same logic, the agents shouldn't be allowed to mention or use anything modern in a non-modern world. We'd charge a Sue for using a CD player in Middle-earth, but we use them ourselves without a qualm. :S

That caused some very strange mental images that I did *not* appreciate until I figured out the anatomical delusions the author was writing. Oh rule 34....

And excellent choice of snack.

And most enjoyable with chocolate coated popcorn.

And, well, of course you are. This is the Board.

(Also, I think the two characters PERFECTLY demonstrate the difference between HSM and Glee. And now I kind of want to break that rule).

My second involved a manual you don't understand.

Weird names is of course also IKEA.

Kyle saw a strange monster thing jumping straight for Kevin. He launched himself straight into the monster's side, knocking him slightly off course, and yelled, "You leave my brother alone!"

Kevin scrambled back and brought his Kool-Aid gun to bear.

Cali and Hannah, saw all this, and realized that Kyle would take this way too seriously. They broke cover and weaved and dodged their way toward the buffet.

I'm bent on acquiring the entire series eventually. ^^, But I reread the books with the witches most often, which is as close to favorites as I get.

As for the Eleventh, I didn't really like him from what I saw in the Christmas special preview, but he grew on me a lot after a few more episodes.

And I am a nerd, if you hadn't noticed yet.

1. Before antagonizing Agent Kimmie, I will remember that she is a bar-brawl veteran and regularly wears high heels. And she's probably drunk.
   1106. We understand the temptation to spontaneously propose to Agent Caitlyn in order to see how many different colors her face turns. However, it will cause her to overdose on Logicillin, and nobody wants to know what happens to a knurd agent in PPC HQ.
   - (Besides, it's 27, mostly various shades of purple.)

If a Sue sings a modern song in a non-modern world, it's a charge. If an agent does the same, it's therefore hypocritical. And apparently already covered, so, fail. :(

To Caleb's credit, the vampire recovered from his fall rather well and managed to grab the bowl of peas. A handful went into the face of the agent who had thrown Nm's&Nm's on the floor. Staring around, he spotted four agents at the condiments counter and launched the rest of the peas in their direction.

At that moment, Jack made a valiant attempt to rejoin his partner, only to slip on the same brightly-colored candies that Caleb had fallen victim too. Someone threw what looked like half a watermelon, which struck the ground inches from the zombie's face and splattered him with pulp.

"Really, Jack?" Caleb sighed.

"Don't blame me, I don't even have eyes or anything!" Jack complained. He licked his lips. "Hm. Tasty. Can I pounce now?"

The Twi-vamp was about to say no, but rethought this. "Well... fine. But no ripping. Or biting. Or lethal force of any kind."

"Okay, Mr. Tight Leash," the Hunter muttered, before pouncing straight for a small bespectacled boy hiding behind the counter.

And if I can, I will not rub it in the other Agents faces.

Not even a little bit.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6201287/1/Theultimategift
I don't believe I've heard the term "Anal Section" before. Also, I didn't know vaginal fluids could taste like fruit.

Not really? It's in poor taste, but it's not hypocrisy.

Despite the fact that it probably does, depending on the level of badfic.

I will not assume merely having the title of agent means I can dodge bullets in Matrix badfic

**** Molly Rath does not belong in Hinamizawa. Even if the Cotton-Drifting Festival isn't happening at the time, she should be kept far away from Rena Ryugu.

**** If I want a non-Mini pet, I will not purchase one from Count D.