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I think there are a few writers (actual published writers) who still write fanfiction. And not just novelists, but people in the video game industry and stuff who've worked on the game canon who've done fanfic for the game they worked on...

Like Laburnum said, tis all a matter of separating published work from fanfic.

Also, I don't think anyone would be surprised at a newbie showing up referred by an old inactive member. *coughs discreetly*

This isn't my contingency plan at all if I get published, myself. No sirree.

We'll miss you! Congratulations on your novel!

In fact, we have missed you. *hugs* Take care and good luck with life and the writing.

I'm in the middle of a really long monster myself so I won't read all of it, but if you really can't tell, you can always just pick whichever department you have agents from, or you can do a co-authored mission. If you had a DIC Agent, you could team up with someone from DoGA and get rid of it together, and visa versa.

I praise you for taking on such a long fic, because ow, at least my 62-chapter thing didn't have really long individual chapters.

I intend to claim that I hang around HQ and nobody has kicked me out yet because every time somebody is about to they find me doing something useful like cooking or cleaning and leave me alone because nobody else wants to do it.

Agent Savitri is definitely in, though she may have to put Leo on a leash in their RC...

I've always loved your missions, so I'm sad to see you go. But you can still visit, right? And yay, published! *squees*

Actually, that's something I've been worried about. My solution has been to not post any of the stories I might want to submit, keep my name out of online activities, and wait until there's actually some chance of getting published before I worry too much.

Does this horrible thing belong to DoGA or the Department of Crossovers?

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2840647/1/Galactic_Guardians

Do you have to be an agent? *hopeful look* I could bring treats and we could catch fangirls for the minis to ea....I mean play with.

*sighs and starts reporting* I'll get some of my RL friends involved... Can't they keep this stuff out of the children's section?
~Eni,

I haven't really been able to get to know you very well, but I wish you all the best. I hope you will not abandon the Board completely.

...of what to do if that happens to me. And the answer I came up with is: the Department of Intelligence. See, if you're careful about it, as an Untangler you don't actually have to interact with the canon characters. All you're doing is analyzing what's going on in a bad fanfic and why it's deleterious to canon. Doing just an Intelligence brief is even better: it's really like a badfic review, and there's nothing legally wrong with that. (There's internal PPC history, too, but I think hS has kind of cornered the market on that one.)

Just out of curiosity...would someone have to be very familiar with the book Suicide is from, or just very familiar with the history of Ancient Greece? (I'm the latter, not the former.) I know Neshomeh has already offered to take care of them, but I like adding other agent cameos into my missions, and not just the "pop-in-to-make-an-appearance" kind. *has been known to co-write missions with other agents*

Good luck with the novel and with RL. I'm sure your agents and minis will be taken care of here. *sadly hands over carnivorous rubber zebra* Maybe you could take this as one of (certainly many) mementos of the board and the Boarders?

Is it just that you need to avoid people associating your sporkings with your published work and linking them to the same person?

I don't use my real name on any of my pages anymore, but on one or two review pages in the depths of ff.net there's anon reviews with my username and my old email address which incorporated my real name, but A) they're buried in the depths of ff.net, B) my name isn't all THAT unusual and I can always make another email address. I have photos of me in friendslocked LJ posts and on the Gathering Report, and people who've received direct email from me know my real name because it's on the "X Y using Insert Email Address" (stupid Yahoo) but I've only directly emailed about four Net-met people in total. If I take down my OC pics, will there still be a problem there?

I think this is the same guy from last time - and I'm pretty sure it was him who tried to sign me up for over one hundred and thirty unwanted Neopets accounts and got every one of them banned for profanity before I even got the confirmation emails. Thank God for the "To never receive Neopets email at this address again click here" button.

What upsets me is the Redwall section has a high proportion of eleven- and twelve-year-old members who sneaked past the radar, and is probably read by kids as young as eight who haven't joined yet. This stuff isn't appropriate anywhere, but especially not there.

Its a \b-tard troll alright. What with the goatse mention and all. The tone reminds me of the anon posts of encyclopediadramatica.com; sarcastic, sick, and not tolerable anywhere else.

If it was, can we still borrow her for brief appearances at OFUR? Mister Kit may want to see her there.

I'm computerless for the next two weeks so I can't join in!
Poot!

... and didn't put my real name up anywhere, and/or (assuming I ever actually write this book) had it published under a pseudonym?

The bit about "posting it legitimately" is because I copy-pasted from fanficrants - which the mod is still deleting it from because apparently I broke some other rule. Gah. And the troll's page is actually http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1569223/Keliaiah - 'scuse my typos.

Idiot troller is back: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1569223/Kel iaiah

This time he's copy-pasted the profile and nearly copied the username of someone I know vaguely, and is going around posting extremely obscene reviews on sections mostly read by kids. Grr.

Can we all report him again for plagiarism and obscenity? Somehow?

Meanwhile, in order to take care of the damage he's already done, I'd like to plug this (legitimately this time, I was angry last time and posted it without accompanying rantage): http://www.fanfiction.net/topic/2872/60 30605/1/

It's a petition for the ability to delete signed reviews, since the Pit mods were assheaded enough to give us the option to report obscene reviews and then proceeded to do precisely nothing when we do.

Are there any other places I can report this and spread the word?

Would explosives potentially have to be restricted, though?

It's a shame that this has to happen - it's exactly why I'm trying so hard to keep my penname and my real name separate, though I don't plan to actually publish anything... much.

*hugs* I wish you could stay. But on the other hand, congratulations on being published!

- Sedri

I'll be truly sorry to see you go - it's been great having you around the board, and I'll miss both you and your writings. (I've become a fan of Steven Pressfield, thanks to your influence, actually!)

I wish you the best of luck in your future wanderings as a published writer! Bonne chance, and hope you might be able to drop back in from time to time.

Namarie!

Elcalion

It was not the badfic alert siren that went off this time. Instead, it was an ordinary bedside alarm clock, conveniently shaped like a jolly smiling hamster. Its cheerful chimes were greeted with less than enthusiastic response by the occupant of the bed, one Diocletian Astreth, who opened one bleary eye, considered the clock, and then swatted it hard enough to put a crack right down the jolly hamster's jolly abdomen.

"Su," Diocletian said, rolling over. "It's the OTHER alarm."

This was addressed to a large hammock hung up near the roof of the small room. In it reposed two hundred and ten pounds of groaning Scythian, who had drunk far too much everything at the "Our Writer's Retiring, We Can Finally Get Some Sleep" party of the night before.

"Mnrgh," was his response.

"Su!" Diocletian repeated.

"Gnraaargh!" the Scythian responded, punctuating his statement with a thrown bottle of Kahlua. Diocletian took a deep breath and silently begged forgiveness for what she was about to do.

"WRITER KIDNAPPING!" she screamed, putting just enough of her Sueish soprano into it for maximum pain. Suicide jerked upright in a humorous fashion and promptly bashed his head on the ceiling, which sent the bundled hammock swinging like the cocoon of a gleeful caterpillar just about to move out into his own set of wings. Indeterminate swearing drifted down to Diocletian, who was scrambling out of bed and looking wildly for a pair of non-crusty socks.

"Dio, I will ----in' KILL YOU," Suicide said, when he had managed to stop swinging. His face was slightly green under its heavy tan. "Ugh. My mouth tastes like tin and mini-Balrog."

"No time!" his partner responded. Since the sock graveyard of the floor had yielded nothing usable, she clambered over the lower laundry foothills in search of the lost washing basket. It was around there somewhere, she knew. "A writer's been kidnapped. Get dressed, Su!"

"Good," Suicide responded.

"No, not good. Writers control our existence, you dolt!" Diocletian yelled.

"Yours, maybe. I'm a published OC, thankyouverymuch."

"Not right now, Su--you're a fanfic character! And if a writer gets kidnapped by ravenous minis, it could throw our entire existence out of whack! Are these boots yours? They've got something crusty and black on them."

"Oh, yeah. Don't ask." Suicide was suddenly a lot more alert. "Which one was it?"

"Gandalf the Beige." There was no washing basket to be found. In despair, Diocletian just shoved her sockless feet into her sneakers.

Suicide rolled over. "No worries, then."

A second sneaker beaned the hungover Scythian upside the head. "Care to rephrase that, soon-to-be-deleted-and-relying-on-the-charity-of-fellow-Board-members-for-continued-existence boy?"

"Okay, okay, okay! What kind of minis?"

"Mini-sloths."

"What, the sin?"

"No, the animal. I think. It's hard to tell in a text-based medium."

Suicide clambered awkwardly out of his hammock, revealing a pair of official HFA boxers with the Tootsitramp crest on the hip pocket. Diocletian, not interested in starting a fight, valiantly suppressed the urge to snicker like a fangirl and instead tossed him a pair of somewhat clean jeans. (They had celebrated their supposed freedom by burning their uniforms, along with an effigy of the Sunflower Official. That would be an interesting Departmental Memo.)

"Suit up, Su."

"Shotgun?" Suicide said.

"Shotgun."

"Needles?"

"Needles."

"Hitchhiker's Guide to the Continuum?"

"Check."

"Why didn't you repeat that one?"

"Too long."

"Um . . ."

"Yes?"

"A shirt would be nice, too."

"After appearing in that tabloid, you're not allowed to have shame. Let's go!"

*blows nose loudly* As a fan of your work, I wish you many happy returns.

Now, could you maybe lend me a bit of help, it seems to concern this whole "fire-king" thing.

*zoom out to see Beige tied up and being carried by mini-sloths to the edge of a volcano.*