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Something that sees a lot of traffic. Heathrow Airport, perhaps? During the Christmas holidays? When there's so much snow that no one will see our agents until it's too late?

That is, when I have the basic plot written up, as well as the characters. And feel free to be absolutely and brutally honest. And I honestly mean that. I can't improve unless I know where I'm going wrong.

Essentially it's a Sue who has Godlike, or very extreme powers. AN example of this is Robecca, the Mary-Sue who 'created' Narnia with her Cute Animal Friend 'Aslan'. Essentially, the difference is the level of power. WHile Mary-Sues do often have world destroying powers, they tend to keep these 'Quiet', showing them off when they need to. And these powers tend to be very mystical, with no solid basis for their power source. I.e.: Mary-Sue who can destroy the world by falling in love. There's no reason to it, and we have no reason why it would destroy the world.

God!Sues on the other hand have very blatant powers that they show off very regularly. Whats worse is that they tend to have a reason to their power, which is usually 'They're a God, duh!'. The God!Sue is usually specifically named to be a God, like that Horse Goddess Sue that was recently dealt with.

Very nice! The US one made me laugh, especially since most of the stuff in there remains depressingly true...ah, well. Hope there's another one coming soon!

Welcome to the PPC, and here's an egg!

No clue what'll hatch from it.

"SEEK AND LO-CATE!" said the Humanized Dalek. "LO-CATE AND KNOCK OUT! KNOCK OUT AND RE-TURN!"
Five pounded her head against a wall. "No, no, no. You lure them back with sausage. That is standard procedure for Ypurs."
"DO YOU HAVE AN-Y SPARE SAU-SAGE?"
"Here," said Five, placing some in Omicron's plunger.
"LURE BACK TO THE CA-FE-TER-I-A!" So saying, Omicron started leading a few Ypurs away.

I gift thee with an egg whisk! It's shiny, gold-plated, and whisks not only eggs, but spambots and author wraiths, too! Use it for good and not evil.

Welcome to the insanity! Enjoy your stay! XDDD

Personally, I don't feel to comfortable with this. Now I admit I haven't been around in a while, but to throw my two cents in from what I remember when I first joined, the point was to keep the canons in canon.

You could pick up Sues or Minor Characters in fan fics for agents if you wanted to, or just create someone, but canons were off limits for a variety of reasons.

One of those being Lust Object. Throwing a canon into a room full of crazed agents who may lust after them is begging for trouble. It's bad enough that the agents have to deal with their lust objects in the Fics, but to tempt them with a canonically acting canon? It's not fair.

But this is just my two cents.

~Kips

I've never even seen a Suefic this bad, and this is on British television?! I mean...what the hell?! Why must they turn Austin's beautiful love story into a gorram soap opera?!

My Agents are Not Amused. We really, REALLY have to think of a suitable ending for this Sue. A slow, gruesome, painful death. Rawr.

Si vous voulez, mon capitaine! ;)

I don't know how we're going to PPC this if we can't even get through the whole damn thing... but then, as boarders, I suppose it comes closer to what our agents must be experiencing than the pain we suffer while reading text.

Still... *shudders violently* WHAT KIND OF IDIOT SCRIPTWRITERS CAME UP WITH THIS DRIVEL?

And how is it that they can get this sort of thing FILMED and ON TELEVISION while other good stories rot in the dust?

*wanders off to cry*

However, the shock of being suddenly soaked from behind seemed to have silenced her, and she merely squelched back up to the others, wringing out her clothes and peering short-sightedly at them.

Tyler had managed to get out of the way of the worst of the water, and was merely damp. He seemed rather cheerful, considering the current state of affairs, and was about to say something when Cassie cut in. "Er, has anyone seen my glasses?"

Sedri looked rather sheepish. Nat held up the Transdimensional Pocket Knife and said, "She used this thing to make all the water. I reckon your glasses got washed off in that."

"No, d'you think?" Cassie replied in a heavily sarcastic tone. "Well, this is just great. We have a shedload of those ypur things just down the corridor, the place is soaking and I can't see more than three feet. Any idea what we do now?"

Tyler shrugged, then yelped as Sedri grabbed him. "Okay, techno-boy, you can run, right?"

"Er, yes-"

"Good. Then get them to chase you towards the cafeteria."

"How?" Nat handed over a pack of sausages.

"Wave these at them. They'll happily run after you for hours. And while you're doing that, we can try to find Cassie's glasses. Now go on!" She shoved him towards the herd. Nervously, he took out a sausage and waved it at the blue creatures. They moved towards him as Iza dragged everyone else into the shelter of a doorway. After a few moments, Tyler turned round and ran. The herd followed, but as the Agent had excellent speed due to his continually having to run away from enraged Agents, he was in no danger of getting trampled.

Nat stepped back out once they were gone and splashed down the corridor. "Come on, I guess we'd better find Speccy's glasses." Cassie hit her. "Ow, you loon, what was that for?"

"I'm not deaf, you know, and I can still make out where you are, Stringbean."

"Don't call me that-" They began bickering again, ignorant of the two featureless figures standing nearby.

(Because if Trojie's advertising Bad Slash, I must wave my flag for the Department of Mary Sues.)

Welcome, welcome, welcome! Have a Transdimensional Pocket Knife, a chain of butterbeer corks (functions as a necklace or a garotte), and a stuffed Animal of your choice.

Concerning your mission... the others have said most of what I'd say, on either this board or the other. I don't know if it would function as a great mission, but good on you for handling your own creation!

Although there is nothing to describe their voices, the meaning of the featureless agents is clear enough somehow: they have no intention of killing the creatures. They are reasoning the creatures to be afraid of fire, and hence are barricading this passage in flame. If the creatures are not afraid of fire, they will be. The flamer can be turned off at any moment-combat promethium, burns and dies fast.

If nothing else, it would give some substance to the ever-ellusive "training" agents often refer to.

Going with the armoury-my still unnamed agents have covered your retreat into the armoury with some classic 40k-style firepower.

For a split-second, the words "Division Of More Dakka: Currently Under Construction" can be read on the far wall, before the wall crumbles, revealing a titanic armoured vehicle of a scale seldom seen. Between two sets of enormous armored treads, an armored hull that rises to nearly fifteen feet in height, and no less than eleven forward weapons, from the massive battle cannon on the top turret to the hull-mounted siege cannon and side turret-mounted bolters and lascannons, one standard-template Mars Pattern Baneblade has crunched into the armoury, covering the entering agents.

The enormous vehicle fires a single shell from its main cannon that fills the hallway with smoke, and a distinctly male voice shouts down from the top of the Baneblade.

"That smoke shell should buy y'all some time! Don't think we'll need old faithful here, but get yourselves a gun or three! If you need em, we've brought some grenade launchers and a cache of hallucinogen grenades!"

and Cassie's replying now. Then we're both off, so it's your party, Winter.

Sedri translated; "That's a no. I'll do it. I have an Idea."

Nat hesitated. When a PPC agent speaks In Capitals, general wisdom is to stay Far Away.

Sedri pulled a small object from her pocked and aimed towards the fire - and Cassie. First Nat thought was a gun, then jumped back as the Thing began to spurt huge quantities of water down the hall. Must be plothole-driven, she thought.

Iza was watching with a serene smile. Nat shook her head and watched the torrent douse every flame in the corridor. Water rushed back across the meal floor, soaking all their shoes, but the explosion was sufficiently quashed.

Nat looked at Sedri's tool. "What is that? Some sort of deux-ex-machina you pinched from a Sue?"

"Close enough," said Sedri, twirling the thing like a gunslinger before offering it to Nat. "Transdimensional Pocket Knife. Useful little things: I've been giving them away like crazy to the newbies - plothole in my RC seems to be duplicating them - but no one seems very interested. I don't see why. They can't be taken on missions but there's enough to do around HQ."

"If we're ever here," muttered Nat, but she had no chance to say more - Cassie was returning.

She was utterly drenched.

[[As far as I'm aware, we're going with my post. :S SOrry for the conusion.]]

My Agents are so vague at this point that they can snap to whatever reality y'all go with. :)

Somehow I, being an utter idiot, missed Winter's addition and thus yours. Do you want to continue here or go with the above "hiding in the armoury" scenario?

... Or perhaps our agents ran into some sort of plothole/Star Trek temporal distortion and thus there are now two of each of them?

[[We has decisions. Which version do you want to go with, mine or yours? I'm more than happy either way?]]

That should have been "sharp turns", not "sharp corners". WHY do I always forget to check for errors before posting?

/grumbling