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Why the anonymous? Scared? We're Bad Slashers, not Assassins. And I know there's a throats thing, but that's only for Sues. Honest.

889) I will not spike Agent Trojanhorse's food or drink Lustin and lock her in a room with Agent Luxury
- Locking her in a room with Agent Paddlebrains is also out
- If I do, then I will accept that the wrath of Agent Trojanhorse and her menagerie is my own fault and will not complain when I am stuck in the infirmary with an exorcism bell stuffed up my nether regions.

I gift you with a homemade anti squirrel suit made form sue fur and a combat spork. hopefully they will help you.

But still.

Anyone up to SQUIRREL WAR?

*gives over a plate of the aforementioned 'special' baked product'

Enjoy!

MY IDENTITY

IT HAS BECOME KNOWN

Oh, wait. That's not my name.

...But how do I change that?

*the door opens and Agent Trojie steps through, bearing a large platter of lembas*

'Plenty of lembas for all!'

I might have to look into that. I never managed to make it through the original 'Pride and Prejudice', but this addition just might do it for me. :P ^_~

Thanks for the tip! XD

~ Rath ~

One thing is clear to meh now.

We must eliminate all furry woodland creatures who are small. The squirrels and chipmunks have joined forces, and have discovered many sorts of powerful weapons with which they're gonna kill us all. I hear that one such weapon is a kind of acorn that SOMEHOW creates a manifestation of their mind in the form of some... weird... brain... demon... thingy that can shoot fire and stuff. Yeah.

So, anyone who dares, come and fight for the cause! Any tiny death machines? Great! Orbs with a giant laser circumference? Better! Time-travelling magic katanas? Awesome! Anything that you can use is good! We'll need all of it!

FIGHT TO THE FINISH!

1. I will not tell Agent Pads about OFUR Gabool
   -If I do, I will not let her portal there.
   -I fi do let her portal there, I will explain to trojie why her partner has just raided Gabool's stash.

okay, please tell me this is a joke, right?

although, that does explain why the lights seemed a bit brighter. Power generation just found a new source of power.

A cooling fan of your choice, because although everyone else is complaining of the cold, where I live it's very hot.

... On second thought, I want it back! *grabs*

Hm, well, instead you can have a kitten. *hands over kitten*

That said, welcome! I can see from your post that you don't need to be asked to leave your sanity behind, so all's well. :)

881 (extension).
- Nor that of any other vegetarian vampire.
- Especially Jasper.
- Nor will I try to slip rabbit blood into the meals of the Volturi.
- They'll notice.

http://agenttrojie.livejournal.com/64373.html

Lucy and Tumnus are married. Trojie and Pads are suborned into het - oh the humanity!

That's just... absurd. Horrible. Sick. And stupid.

It does give me hope for the likelihood of getting my own stuff published, though.

Like, I think I remember seeing your de-lurk and some subsequent discussion, but I can't really remember what all was said. ATSLT rings a bell tho.

And I have no clue what badfic that is, but I've survived worse, I'm sure. I've actually read C***br**n all the way through (and lived to tell about it!) To Google!

*rides off valiantly to add another notch to her bad slash bedpost.*

1. I will remember to frisk any Kender agents before return to HQ for items "lost" on the mission.
   - and return them to their rightful owners

Alex walked through the door and closed his eyes as a wave of sound and light washed over him. Various Agents, only a few of whom he recongized, were standing around nibbling on appetizers and holding drinks. They were mostly humanoid, although there was an Andalite and what looked suspiciously like a Dalek.

Looking back, Alex saw that it was indeed a Dalek and quickly backed away until it was out of sight. Wandering aimlessly, he wondered what Drental was doing: the Mandalorian had decided to return to their RC instead of indulging in what she saw as decadent and wasteful. Seeing a table loaded with refreshments, he made this way through the crowd, eyes fixed on the neat stacks of plastic bottles.

The nurse had called it Bleepan or something like that, but Alex didn't care what it was called. All he knew was that things had become a lot less unpleasant once he'd taken the pill. Supposedly there were more bottles of this Bleepan on sale in the General Store, but there hadn't been any when he'd visited. It looked like his luck was finally beginning to turn.

I watched with some amusement as Alex eagerly slid through the crowd towards the refreshment table, sipping my Coke as I discretely followed him. Closing my eyes for a second, I reached out to the others and saw the plot threads which connected them all to each other and to Alex. I knew everything there was to know about Alex, not only because he was my creation. In many ways, he was me. It was the differences which made him interesting.

I'd dropped in shortly before Alex had stumbled across the party; I'd made it quite clear that I was to be out of sight and in the middle of the crowd by the time he arrived. No wonder Vonnegut went a little mad in Breakfast of Champions: this sort of power is quite intoxicating. On a whim, I made a random Agent spill his drink onto Alex. The Bleeprum splashed onto his grey jacket, staining it and leaving him spluttering. As the Agent started profusely apologizing, I approached him from behind, blending in perfectly with the Agents and my fellow Boarders. I couldn't quite repress a chuckle as I planned the next few accidents; they'd come close to topping his last mission. Not quite topping, but it was the best I could do when there were so many others limiting my control. I looked up slightly and saw Alex looking back at me. He seemed to be frozen in shock for a moment, which was all the time I needed to spin around and flee. Unlike Vonnegut, I had no intention of meeting my creation here or anywhere else, but this was especially unexpected. As I dropped the charade and began to run in earnest, one thought echoed inside my head.

This is NOT supposed to happen...

886) Maito Guy and Bruce Armstrong must never be allowed to meet.
-Unless the purpose is to destroy a Sueworld with the ensuing explosion of youthful energy.

"Er, hello?" A large amount of shaggy brown hair peeks around the doorframe, followed shortly by a girl. "I'm Maudlin. I heard Boarders were invited too... and besides, I brought gifts! Care for a Warhead?" She waves a bag of the sour candies triumphantly.

Aieeee!
Welcome to the PPC Board. Please, deposit your sanity in the provided receptacle. *holds out bucket marked "Warg fodder"* We tend not to need it here. Have huggles, and know that you will be protected from the fuzzy horror here! Hah!
-Mad Maudlin

*hands agent pads such cigarettes with the caps and flees*

Easier than blowing one up is to put caps from a cap gun in there. Tends to really surprise people.