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He examined his drenched shirt ruefully for a moment, then grabbed a couple more waterbombs from his arsenal and leaned out, whipping them off one after the other. The first missed narrowly and left a large puddle on the floor, but the second managed to soak his opponent's trousers from the knees down.

"What did you say, sorry?" he called, carefully bouncing a third in his hand as he waited for the guy to either retaliate or approach.

Are you writing a B5 mission? That would be awesome.

If you aren't writing a mission, then there really is no need to create the Mini at this point, leave that for whoever is writing a B5 mission, that is part of the fun.

As for my thoughts:

Vorlons and Shadows are nigh on God-like. They would need to be nerfed drastically to be a mini.

Pak'ma'ra, however, are just about the most awesome idea ever, ever.

I realized that I never actually said that I understand the average salary of an agent. I do. When the Marquis was talking about lots of money, that's the amount before a large amount of fees are deducted. What, you actually thought that anything in HQ would be free? ;)

I intend to take on The Day I Became Mew once I get permission, and probably something from The Lord of the Rings after that. As you can tell, Randall and Alexis will be Freelancers. And, no, the above wording does not mean that I do not understand the possibility of rejection. It just means that I will continue to try until I do get accepted. And no, that does not mean that I don't think I will be accepted. It just means...never mind.

I didn't see Minis for Babylon 5 on the Wiki, and I've got a B5 mission coming up that's going to involve them. So far, I've considered...

Mini-Vorlons
Mini-Shadows
Mini-pak'ma'ra

Anyone have any other ideas? (Even people who aren't Babylon 5 fans, do any of the names sound good?)

Maybe it's because Hunters are the least obviously-deformed Infected, aside from the Commons? Also, their faces are hidden, so it's possible to just make up whatever's appealing.

Still, though, having sores, growths, and probably being half-starved does not equal sexy.

Michel ducked his head into the RC again and seized two more balloons from Rouge's stash. He turned back to the purple-skinned agent. "Je vais vous apprendre," he shouted, forgetting to speak English, "a me respecter!"

The first balloon exploded spectacularly on the agent's shoulder.

Suppose, for a moment, that there's an old dude living alone. No surviving family, no next-of-kin or other person to take power of attorney, etcetera. Now, he's suffering from Alzheimer's, and finally collapses. Fortunately, this happens in a public space - he's rushed to the hospital, where it's determined that he really isn't capable of living on his own. At this point, it's the state's responsibility to step in and take care of things - as stated before, he has nobody else to take power of attorney. As his condition is terminal and irreversible, what is the state to do with his house and possessions? The obvious solution is to sell what he won't be able to use in the assisted living facility he's placed in, and put the proceeds towards making him comfortable there.

I'm not saying that what was done to Mr Henry and Mr Clay was anything even resembling human, let alone ethical, but there are situations in which the take-everything-and-sell-it move is the best response to a situation. Whoever let these two fall through the cracks and into that bucket, though, deserves to have his house yanked out from under him.

Because if so, it worked remarkably well!

But my personal feelings regarding her haven't changed significantly, especially after her response. I still wish to talk about them, but I can always do that in my LJ.

PS: I posted on the Anti-Sporking Essay Thread before I read this one. If I said anything there that may not agree with what you said, i'm sorry.

I'm feeling generous today.

Wow, didn't mean to make that thing so long. Sorries!

I popped my head out of my response center when I heard the yelling. I smiled, seeing that a water fight had broken out in the halls. I had taken the liberty of preparing myself for it this time. I pulled the AK-47 out from underneath my desk, and fingered the trigger lovingly, receiving a strange look from Leila, my partner. The DoSAT guy had demanded half a gallon of Bleepka in exchange for making it shoot bursts of water, but it would all be worth it soon. I ran out of my response center and through the halls. For once, the shifting corridors obliged me and I got to the cafeteria. I ducked behind an overturned table, and began blasting every agent in sight. Soon, I had gotten into a firefight with a guy from ESAS who had gotten the same idea as me, only with Uzis. I was hiding behind an overturned table, when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Leila charging through the cafeteria doors. She ran through the spraying water, and somersaulted behind my table. I didn't look at her, pretending to be focused on loading ammo. "I don't need the help!" I told her.
She grinned broadly at me. "I didn't come to help, matey!"
I didn't have time to cry out as the balloon hit me, because a second one came right after it. Sputtering water, I saw her charging off, giggling. I stood up, waving my gun at her. "I'll get you for this, Leila! I'll get y-"
I didn't have time to finish my sentence, as the agent I had been fighting with blasted me in the side. Sopping wet, I ran back to my response center, gunning down anyone in my way.
The machine gun hadn't been my original idea. The DoSAT guy had told me my original idea was rather unstable, so he had made the AK-47 to make it up to me. (I am positive that his generosity was due to my wonderful personality as opposed to the fact that I had my battleax with me at the time). In any case, he had also given me the prototype. Cackling, I grabbed the Panzerschreck. A Panzerschreck is like a bazooka, only larger and German. I also grabbed my backpack, which I had previously filled with water balloons. The halls seemed to have returned to their usual unhelpfulness, and it took me over ten minutes to reach the cafeteria. It was a madhouse, or at least more that usually so. I looked for my errant partner, and finally saw her, laughing with some of her friends from DoI as they pelted people . I ran up to them, lauching balloons. They screamed, and ran away, through one of the many corridors leading out of the cafeteria. I ran after them, smiling so widely it looked like my head was about to fall off.
I really should have been more suspicious.
A huge black mass slammed into me, lifting me off my feet. As it hit me, it burst, drenching me with water. I hit the floor, rubbed some of the water from my eyes, and came to my senses in time to see what was happening.
They had rigged up a Canon Catapult, and were loading it with a trash bag filled with water. I jumped to my feet, and started running towards them. I dodged the next trash bag, and jumped onto the arm of the catapault. I blasted the DoI agents again, and I could tell the screaming was genuine this time. As I was shooting, I didn't notice Leila running towards me. Before I could shoot her, she pulled the lever that fired the catapult.
I suddenly flew through the air, out of the hallway, and back into the cafeteria. Snarling, incoherent with rage, I grabbed my gun, sighted my partner over the barrel, and fired.
Pro tip: a Panzerschreck looks the same from both ends, and will fire even if you're holding it backwards. I had been holding it against my chest, and the blast knocked the wind out of me. Hazily, I saw my partner looking at me with a smug impression on her face. Her buddies were crowded around her. "Give up yet?" she asked.
I don't answer. Instead, I reach into my backpack with both hands and pull out a bunch of small balloons. "I didn't want it to have to escalate to this level," I sighed.
They lift their much larger balloons threateningly, not seeming very worried by my pitiful weaponry. "What kind of escalation do you call that?"
Instead of answering, I toss the balloons at them, turn tail, and run. I hear screams behind me. "WHAT IS THIS?"
Trying not to laught, I shout over my shoulder to the pursuing agents, "The Urple Bandits triumph again!"

I was thinking of comparing her to the Klu Klux Klan. And the 'majority who is with her and doesn't want to be shamed and harrased for what they write' to the 'majority' who were with them during Recontsruction (No offense, I plead semi-insanity).I still hate Boosette (though much less now, I hope), but I saw the virtue of turning the other cheek because when I think of acting on my hatred, I become depraved and stupid. It might be different with you, but i'm sticking with Sedri and July and giving out my reasons for doing so. These are only my toughts. I may only be a special case, and one that doesn't apply to you. I just want Sedri to know that there is one more person who agrees with her. If I insulted you, i'm sorry. I'm just a person who doesn't recognize the consequences of his actions until more than a day has passed.

I'll keep that in mind when I write up my next MST.

Not to say that you make personal insults - that was just commentary at large for the entire community. I still have Nashomeh's LJ post swimming around in my head.

The standard for MST's seems to be to put one or two lines of agent/character dialogue in between every line of fanfic dialogue.

I think that this is a mistake - it only serves to make reading the thing too disjointed. With video commentary you are given two types of input: audio and visual. This allows you to get a gist of how the story goes while you hear the snarky commentary. In a completely written work you don't have this.

I'd say it's better if you lump commentary/story into larger sections each. Say, a paragraph of narration or a large chunk of a conversation, then then a small exchange of character dialogue. This also is an exercise in elegance - jokes become rarer, and you are forced to go with quality over quantity.

To go along with the current discussions going on in the PPC forum, this might also reduce the instances of characters commenting on potentially hurtful statements directly to the author.

It's often the system that has the problems. I'm sure this could have been prevented if many people had gone above and beyond the call of duty, but the system in place probably made this inevitable.

It's more about trying to get legislation passed that changes the system - but passing laws is by nature dehumanizing. People aren't voting to separate, auction the possessions of and forcibly hold these two men in nursing homes - they are voting for the 'upholding of traditional family values.'

People can and are fooled by marketing.

... but maybe it'll force the county to be more receptive in future cases.

Civil Unions are simply not as solid legally as marriages are, even after countless court dates, paperwork, attorneys, etc. I'm sure if you put the research in, you could find many, many similar instances of the courts simply ignoring civil unions.

I find the random zaniness quite entertaining. The writing itself could probably have a bit more clarity, but I think that might defeat the purpose of the piece - that is, to thoroughly confuse.

Smokers are definitely a better choice for erotic fan-fickshon. I'd read that...

I replied to impertinence with what I felt was a small summary of our Misogyny discussion.

I guess I can't really blame the author of the second one. I mean... when a Hunter jumps you, it looks a dang lot like it's trying to rape you.

Huh. One of the new agents I'm contemplating actually is a Hunter rendered sentient by badfic. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that it's not a rare thing for badfic to do.

However, during the day and a half when my family's internet got cut off due to technical conditions, I was leaning toward the former, as Boosette got under my skin at that time. I'm all right now, though.

"All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."

~ Edmund Burke