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Ohhh! Oh, I see, sorry about that. Yeah, I think I got linked here from the PPC LJ or something in response to the spambot.

Should I be reposting my original post over at the other, more appropriate board, then?

(Bleep? Mmm I don't, but I'm sure I can just lurk moar and pick it up as I go ^^)

This one is mostly meant for RPing and the occasional refuge when we get a Spambot attack. The other Board, which is the main message board that everyone goes to, can be found here:
http://disc.yourwebapps.com/Indices/199610.html#176176

And to apply for permission to write in the PPC, again, wait about a month, and then ask. Nothing too complex, but we do like to know who we're stealing the Bleeprin from on the occasion. You know about the various Bleep products, right?

*laughs* Strangely, not ashamed at all! (It is my opinion that it's still funny as hell.) Though I do wish the ridiculousness of the text had spoken clearly enough for itself, but I suppose what it needed was giant, flashing text scrolling across the top going WARNING: FACETIOUSNESS AHEAD, so in some way I suppose I'm hoping to rectify that here.

Forgive the rampant noobery--which of the "other" Boards would you be referring to? (And do I apply for permission, or.. something else?) Thanks for getting back to me so quickly.

Looking around the endless hallways that made up HQ, Lunac began muttering to himself again. He and Liadan had become seperated somewhere around the DoDAEG when a stampede of ten Ypurs seperated them. Liadan had fallen down an inconveniently placed trapdoor that sprouted from under here, while Lunac, used to the HQ making trapdoors appear in his presense, simply rolled his eyes. Calling out the rest of his Pokemon team, he had made quick work of seven of the ten Ypurs while the other three got away. From the crunching noise and resultant squeals of indignation, Lunac assumed the Ypurs hadn't bothered turning when they got to a wall.
After teleporting the knocked out Ypurs, one of which was still being poked by his Blissey, Lunac eyed his Pokemon crew. "Ok guys, the Ypurs have gotten out, as you may have guessed. Hestia," He Blissey perked up at the sound of her name." If you find any injured Agents, you can heal them. Otherwise, stick to the Egg Bombs and Doubleslapping. The rest of you, we want unconcious, not dead." A fluttering on his shoulder made him look left. A small black and purple butterfly stood there, looking up at him intently. Blinking at it, Lunac arched an eyebrow, wondering where it had come from. Taking their 'Valient' leader's sudden silence as permission to go, the Pokemon headed off down different corridors. Lunac sincerly hoped no other Agents would attack; if they did they would soon be slapped, burnt, blinded or several other handy effects his Pokemon had.

"So, uh." He looked at the Butterfly. "You live around here?" If the bug could snort, he was sure it would have done so then. As it was, it flickered its wings again, before a jolt of pain shot through Lunac's head. A telepathic message, albeit not by a method he was used to. Lowering his mental guards, he could hear a voice talking to him.

"Reporting seventeen Ypurs down." THat was Risa's voice, he knew it now that he could hear it properly. Accompanying the messages was a mental image of a hallway, it must be where Risa and Ansela were.
Giving a sigh, Lunac looked back down at the Butterfly. It seemed quite comfortable now that it's message had been passed on. Pulling out the two, black devices again, Lunac turned them up again, mentally searching until he could find Risa's mental energies.

'Risa, it's Agent Lunac. I got your message from the butterfly thing. Are you good to secure the Ypurs, or do you want me over there?' It was his own branch of telepathy, imported straight form the Pokemon World. He found it much easier to deal with than butterflies, which was plain odd.

Trust me, you'll need it. Welcome to the PPC!

Now, let's take a looky here. You wrote that story, huh? Well, I know everyone on the PPC has a story they're ashamed of. I myself have hidden mine in the Land of the Gods, guarded by the Dragons of Eternity across the River of Lost Souls.
Anyways, it's really up to you. Firstly, you need ot gian permission to write in the PPC Universe, however. We do have a time-period for that, about a month of active participation on either of the Boards, and then one of our handy-dandy Permission Givers should give you the ok.

ANd it's really up to you about how you PPC. You could MST your story, PPC it, Reference it, dress it in drag and force it to do the hula (I support that one!), it's really up to you.

Anyways, that's all I've got. Be careful, there are a few marbles rolling around here. We don't talk about them, simply bow to them in respect and shuffle them on.

Hey there, newb here. It's been a long time since I've been interested in badfic (especially ever since the fabulous FicBitches fell into inactivity) so imagine my delight that there was a yet active badfic sporking community.

I came across PPC not long ago when, on a whim, a friend of mine Googled a gem of amalgamated bad!yaoific we'd written once upon a time called "Immortality in Fickle Affection," which was listed among the unclaimed badfic on the PPC wiki. Intrigued, I decided to see what the PPC's modus operandi involved, and liked what I saw.

Anyway, the long and short of it is that I'm interested in claiming "Immortality in Fickle Affection" for myself, as it looks like no one's taken up that cause yet (*sadface*). Being one of the writers on the original fic though, I see where this could just lead to a conflict of interests--and far be it from me to harsh anyone's buzz if someone else had their sights on this one. If not, sweet.

Thing is, I don't really know that this fic is capable of (or meant for) fixing in the usual PPC style when the very body of the text is grounded firmly in the "hey, it would be kind of awesome and ...ed up if this happened next!" school of thought. A mess of genital mutilation and yaoific conventions from start to finish.

So I was thinking, what if by way of "fixing" this fic, I went in and provided direct context for every line/event/bit of characterization seen in it? The writing process of "Immortality in Fickle Affection" was passing it between Tekki and myself to try and get the other to laugh, and those lulz were generally based on exaggerated observations of the characterization and badfic tropes of 4+ years ago. Of course, this would also be explaining the jokes, and that always makes things less funny. (Of course, when the decision was made to upload it to the internet, my assumption was that the sheer ridiculousness of the text would speak for itself, but it appeared--with exceptions--not to be the case.) Thoughts? I could, instead, attempt a more by-the-book PPC fixing solution, but something tells me that it would involve a complete renovation that would render it unrecognizable.

Or if you'd just rather I not touch it and leave someone else to make with the funny on "Immortality", I can do that too. I defer to the hivemind.

"Well it wasn't MY fault!"

Agent Sedri growled, smacking her partner with a rolled-up newpaper that, thanks to a printing error, was entirely pritned in black ink on black paper. Sedri claimed she could still read it. "It bloody well IS," she replied. "You're the Trek expert, Iza - you SAID he wasn't a canon character! Now he's off with all the actual Stus in Stu Hell and I have to get him back!"

"Geron is the one we killed, not Gerron!"

"The Flowers don't seem to c- oof."

A furry blue creature recoiled, not having expected a person to be just around this corner. Of course, being a ypur, spawn of a spambot, it wasn't intelligent enough to expect anything at all.

Sedri blinked. Iza squealed. "It's so cute!"

Running feet could be heard around the corner; running feet and heavy breathing. Sedri pounced.

Nat and Cassie swung round the now-infamous corner at full speed, barely reacting in time to keep from tripping and making a three-agent dogpile atop the ypur. Iza waved merrily. "Is it yours?"

http://ppc.wikia.com/wiki/The2008Ypur_Invasion

They're the result of a spambot who can't spell "your". I think they look like yaks, but I'm not sure. Either way, HQ is stuffed with them.

I got through the first episode thanks to you-bloody-tube and that was MORE than enough. I mean, if Jane was so vulnerable as to nearly DIE from the cold, would Mrs Bennet have sent her out the first time? *strangles*

Admittedly, I didn't hate the Sue character too much. Amanda, I think her name was. She wasn't infuriating; it was all the things the scriptwriters did FOR her that was worst. Not that she wasn't bad, just... blegh.

That said, Araeph, do you want us all to watch all those horrid episodes or will you give us a run-down of events so we know exactly what's going on?

One Agent smells metallic, the other draconic. What would the Beavers be thinking? And what might they do?

I'm delighted. Also had to do a double take when you mentioned the countries I suggested. ^-^
I really need to get myself a copy of that Onion atlas- its sporking of my native land had me laughing at about every line. (of course, Agent Closed's calm English accent helps quite a bit...)


Cheers!

"What in the world are those things?" She asked her partner, not looking away from the creatures.

"Ypurs," Georgia replied, hiding behind the older woman, "You remember, right? That spambot invasion a few weeks ago? We lost the spambot but someone decided to keep the Ypurs."

"Must have missed it," Kumori said. She lifted one hand above her head and it began to glow.

"I think they'll be upset if you kill them!" Georgia reprimanded her, taking a few steps back anyway.

"Those things broke down our door and crushed my favourite dodecahedron bush!" The green haired Ex-sue growled, "Like hell I'm letting them get away with that!"

But count Agent Trojie in, so very much.

Legal Mary Sue ends up with Darcy, after sending Elizabeth to the modern world for eternity, and making Bingley, Collins, and Wickham all fall for her. And sending Jane and Bingley off to America. And making Mr. Bennet nearly bleed to death. And showing Lydia her "landing strip". And sending Charlotte Lucas to Africa as a missionary.

I don't know how she'll go down, or how many weapons it will take...

but let's get her.

Araeph is begging you.

never know about these.

While I can accept your point that it is, indeed, an "alternate" AU (and perhaps I let my mind wander too far when I was composing that post), I still balk at the idea that it's well-established. Moreso than any other Heroes future we've seen thus far, perhaps, but that's not really saying much.

According to the PPC Manual's list of departments, there is a Department of Mary-Sue Experiments, which might well be to his taste and qualifications. I don't know of any appearances by them except in DOGA's Alumia the Woodsprite mission, but if you search you might find more.

Yes, it's him again. A transmission from the general direction of New Caledonia reached me, asking me to link to this on the Board, and like the obedient supporter I am, I complied. It's in four parts, for size, but they follow directly from each other.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

He also asked me to apologise for the sound quality in one song -- apparently there's a reason, but he won't tell me what it is.

hS