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And I'm not just saying this because my next mission will be #6 ;p

It's not entirely (well, very much at all) correct, but I do like it. No, the conflict at the heart of the Civil War is deeper than the question of how to destroy 'Sues -- it's whether the Flowers should be mucking about with plotholes at all. Everyone you know who was around at that time said they should. As to what happened to those who disagreed... well, if I told you that, there'd be no story, would there?

(There isn't a story involving the Civil War yet, but it is planned in for Origins, once that gets written. Negotiations are continuing.)

hS

I think I might claim the Bloody Tears one. That is, unless someone else wants it.

To avoid going into too much detail about anything, he basically said it's an event planned to take place sometime in the Origins story, once it's fully written-out.

I don't think there's too much danger of people just putting down five mediocre missions; by the time you get to five, there's at least some dedication involved; and anyway, would you really want to be known for writing so-so missions? The logical approach would be to wait until you had five good ones to "publish".

With one caveat: let us not take this to mean that everyone should be striving to post lots of missions just to get featured. I prefer one really good mission over several mediocre ones any time, so there should definitely be room to nominate agents simply for being really well-written and, dare I say, cool.

~Neshomeh

most mpreg fics are written by twelve-year-olds

On behalf of the founders of the Division of MPreg, we must protest. Some mpregs are written by twelve year olds, and are done so very very badly. A surprisingly large amount of mpregs are written by adult women who should know better. There is nothing wrong, per se, with an A Team mpreg, so long as it's written well. Let's not generalise, eh?

The great bulk (if not all) of PPC History works are his, so if anybody knows what's up with the Civil War, it's him.

That said, as to "how we know about its existence," the ex-universe truth is that somebody somewhere thought it sounded like a cool idea and may or may not have had plans to write about it. That doesn't mean you personally have to subscribe to it. So, I guess my point is: don't worry about it too much. Unless you want to. {= )

~Neshomeh

I have nothing helpful to add; I'm just going to throw some punctuation at you.

[[Also, does anyone else find the Hacker to be a more intersting person than Burning Visionary? It can't be just me.]]

The Hacker: Here's one last update for this travesty.

The Sunflower Official woke up, and he would have sweated if he could. Libations to the Ironic Overpower... D&D Classes... Traitorous Hornbeam! No...Just...No. He rubbed his brow with a leaf, a gesture learned from the humans he had associated with. He read through the stack of new printouts, morbidly curious as to whether the author of the travesty had resumed his activities.

What he found was worse.

PPC: Time of Judgement, Epilouge, the final chapter to the fic about the fictious end of the PPC.

EPC: Gehenna.

Changes to the Author's profile showing his decline in sanity, as well as his belif that his stories were prophetic visions.

He screamed.

End.

EPC: Gehenna, Epilouge two.

AN: Hello there! Anyway, here is a chapter of what happened to Marissa Picard and the Tiger Lily.

Disclaimer: I do not own the EPC or Marissa Picard.

"So, do you like what has happened?"

You have destroyed everything we created! How could we like it?

The Author grinned, and then began to dab more esscence of Character Drailment on the Tiger Lily's petals.

"We will never be your servants!" said Marissa. "It should be us that rule Canon, and only in a policy of strict defilement!"

"Policies suck. What gains you more power should be what you pursue, and sometimes protecting Canon is what profits you the most."

Heresy!

"Sometimes, heresy is what profits you." The Author then went to Marissa and began to dab more esscence of Character Derailment on her face. Then, he got out a bottle marked: Love Potion. He force-fed it to-

The Hacker: This is sick! From now on, I will automatically delete any updates to this fic. And would anyone care to review this? Especially this bastard's enemies.

Your spelling and grammar is mostly good. Will you join Honest Critic's internet petition to the Admins? We need every member we can get.

As far as I can tell, the PPC's civil war doesn't have any work done on it yet. It could be a project for someone who wants to write about PPC history, or could have been already claimed by someone. If anyone knows more about it, please do post here; I'm curious, too.

The only thing I can find that actually covers this time period is "Origins"; and it doesn't mention the civil war:
Origins

I think I will do what I do best: Engage in rampant speculation.

We know that the Civil War happened about ten years before the Cascade (the expansion of HQ) and before the destruction of Origin.

Significant facts that may play into the civil war:

--"A Trekkie's Tale", and the Mary Sue concept, was written in 1973; and fan fiction was becoming much more popular as fanzines were published. At this point, World One became widely aware of the Mary Sue problem. The workload would have increased for PPC agents, who at that point may or may not still have been primarily Flowers.

--At the time Makes-Things dropped into the PPC, the Flowers were still routinely blowing up worlds that harbored Mary Sues and their attendant wild plot holes. We also know that, at some point, they stopped doing this; and that today, killing a canon character is grounds for decommissioning.

With the increased workload, the PPC must have tried to kill more Sues, faster, somehow. Chances are, more and more planets were simply destroyed. But at the same time, with World One having found out about Mary Sues, an increasing number of human agents would have been dropping through plot holes and into HQ. The human agents can't have been happy about the destructive nature of the PPC's shortcuts to 'Sue destruction.

The result was an organization with two groups of people who had different goals: The Flowers, protecting their own existence; and the agents, protecting the continua they loved. How Origin and its residents factored in is unknown; it's likely that the Sunflower Official, probably along with some of the other Flowers at HQ, was also against the destruction of worlds. With Makes-Things's new technology making it possible (but risky) not to destroy worlds, the SO must have tried to change things. That would have created serious tension between the SO and anyone who didn't want to protect the continua--quite likely including mostly those who hadn't ever seen them, i.e., the residents of Origin.

Just blowing things up was an easy option, of course; but it weakened the continuum even as it prevented plot holes from spreading. But surgically removing the Mary Sue is risky because the escape of a Sue into HQ could theoretically spell the doom of all of existence. The question, "Do we destroy worlds, and save ourselves? Or do we risk everything to save the continua?" may well have contributed to a civil war; though like most civil wars, it's highly unlikely that that was the only issue facing the PPC at that point.

She's a no-nonsense PPC Pyro. She's a squeeing fangirl. Can they find love? Femslash, Madison and Nara. Don't like, don't read.
Category: OFUs - Fiction Rated: T - English - Romance - Madison O'G. & Other Student

Chapter 1: Falling in Love

"I told rhem I was sorry about the false Eedrah," Nara complained to Dhozonesh after Love 101. It was a week after the incident with Tom Matúsalez, and Marrim had taught the class that day. She had really ripped into Nara, as though realizing what she'd done to the real Eedrah had not driven the point home.
"Maybe you should have given them a balloon and card, like Needa in the spoof," replied Dhozonesh. "Or maybe you should have just cut class."
"Here?" declaimed Nara with a good deal of incredulity. "With mini-Camoudiles and Piercing Squees and all? Did you just link in from Tangaroa (A/N: That's the name of a planet in a Heinlein novel)?"
"Maybe."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that." About that time, they had reached the cafeteria. Agents Madison and Gilbert in deep discussion and Nara felt something weird, of a sudden. "Dhozonesh?" she whispered. "I don't think it's just her breath that's hot."
"What do you mean?"
"Everything about her," Nara quietly declared.

N&M N&M N&M N&M N&M

"So what is the new Detention Age?" queried Gilbert.
"He'darra," replied Madison (A/N: That's where the Terahnee trained their slaves to obey, never make a sound, and basically never have a thing to hope for. And if you flame this story, you're no better than them). "Rowan and Bentley decided that too-tough puzzles weren't enough." She glanced at the table. Cupid, a mischievous lad, chose that moment to draw his bowstring back and fire at Madison. She promptly fell in love with Nara.

(A/N: Short chapter, and I know this is unlikely for Madison, but this is my story. And I can't believe they pulled my Tawaki/Dustin mpreg fic off FFN, or that it got a parade of flames over its two years.)

I'm currently reading through the Reorganisation, but I'd like to know if there is a story for the Civil War and if not, how we know about it's existence. The wiki isn't helpful at all in this matter, all it says is that it occurred near 1970 HST...

I think it'd be too hard to write in txtspk, and those aren't really the kind I find funniest anyway. The ones I always find funnier are the ones with horribly inappropriate descriptions or words ("mancarrot", to give one example) and physically impossible actions, and I don't know if that's too explicit for the Fanfic Land game.

One day in what might be considered July by some, Jenni Robinson knocked on the door to RC #999, smirking with uncommonly sadistic glee. The door swished open, revealing that Nume and Ilraen were at home.

<Hello, Jenni!> Ilraen said. <What brings you here?>

"What do you want?" Nume echoed from his desk chair. He raised an eyebrow at the printout in her hand. "What's that?"

"Seems you two have gained some notoriety," Jenni chirped. She handed Nume the printout. Ilraen peered at it over his shoulder. "I found it online. Fanfic Land."

"God damn it," Nume swore. "I'd like to give the idiot who thought that up a good smack. And the morons who take part..." Against his better judgement, he got past the author's note and on to the actual text. "Supernumbery? The hell?"

<They did not even attempt to spell my name right! That is not my name! Nor yours, either; look! ... Nume?>

Without warning, Nume had turned extremely pale. "That is my name," he muttered.

The other two exchanged glances. The temperature in the room had actually dropped several degrees.

"HOW THE HELL DID HE GET THAT INFORMATION?!" Nume exploded, throwing the paper to the floor and shooting to his feet. He rounded on Jenni. "Was it YOU, you goddamned meddler? Who told you?!"

"You mean that's actually your actual name?" Jenni spluttered. She burst out laughing. "Of all the crap in this fic... that's..." she was laughing too hard to enunciate.

Meanwhile, Ilraen picked up the sheet again out of curiosity, even though he probably should have known better, and read the rest of it.

<Uh, Nume? How does one "do sex" to another? Because in this fic, we-->

"WHAT?! Give me that!" He snatched it back and read it through, turning several interesting shades ranging from white to red to green. It was almost like Christmas.

"So what do you say, Simon?" Jenni asked, grinning wickedly. "You been secretly lusting after me all this time? You should have said something, you know, I'd be more than happy--"

"No! Jesus Christ, no! No! That's--I--not--you--GAH! And don't call me that!"

<I am not really half horse,> Ilraen complained quietly. However, one of his eyes wandered slowly backward and downward. This did not go unnoticed.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! This does not bear thinking about! In fact, I'm neuralyzing all of us, right now. This NEVER HAPPENED."

"Well, that's my cue--bye!" Jenni beat a hasty retreat, printout in hand. Entertainment for the day, check.

"Jesus f****** Christ... All right, Ilraen, get over here."

<What? Really?>

"Yes, really! You thought I was kidding? Hold still."

FLASH!

And thus, the badfic horror was no more.

EPILOGUE:

Nume and Ilraen continued their existence, blissfully unaware that anything unusual had transpired. Ilraen is still a virgin. Nume is still a prude.

Jenni has the printout taped to the wall in her office, no doubt for the occasional laugh at the end of a hard day. Since nobody ever goes in there, Nume's secret is safe... for now.

Neshomeh is not a guy.

(( Funny story: Barid claims he actually did not know that little bit of trivia before he decided to use it in the story. I'm sure I must have told him at some point, but who knows? O.o ))

AN I HAV CONSERNS 4 UR MOM!

[[Because I am apparently that childish =D ~ Silikat]]