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Remember I mentioned my “friend Sigma64 from Newgrounds”, casting him as one of the people who’d developed the simulation? I told him about the Ship War. I think he’ll be all right with this depiction. Sigma is generally cool with anything.

It was well past dark when Twistey returned home. A long day of dealing with literally every other player except for Willis, and some AIs on top of that, had left her exhausted. She was ready to just go to bed. But what a sight was waiting for her when she opened the door.

In the foyer of the house stood a girl about her age with wavy red locks that cascaded down her back. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light, and she wore a warm and mischievous smile accentuated with red lipstick. And she was… definitely decently endowed. Curves in all the right places, not helped by the style of her red dress. It was definitely Willis, and it was also definitely a woman, but, but, but…

Twistey’s mouth hung open. “W-what the hell?!”

“Hiyeeeeee~!” Willis waved upon seeing Twistey. “I got bored and found an exploitable glitch in the game. Do you like it?” He, um, she wiggled her eyebrows.

Twistey stalled. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… I’m really getting some Bowsette vibes here.”

She laughed. “You know it!”

Twistey made a show of walking around Willis and into the living room. She sat down on a couch, then shook herself and laughed. “I’m just really shaken. By everything. I’ve been struggling to hold onto my initial expectations of what this would’ve been like, and this confirms even further that they were wrong.”

Wi- er, let’s call her Phyllis, looked sad. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you’d get a laugh out of it. Do you want me to change back?”

“No, no, you’re fine. It’s my fault for power tripping so hard that I have a physical reaction to the same gender-bending stuff you’ve been doing since we became a thing.”

“It is not your fault!” Phyllis tackled Twistey onto the couch, only flustering the leader even more with her female squishiness.

“All of this is my fault. I provoked the start of the war, or I mean I put myself into the role that provoked the start of the war, after all. I’ll be lucky if I can get out without being assassinated.”

Phyllis was about to object when there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get that!” announced Twistey. But Phyllis wouldn’t budge.

“No, you’re staying here with me so I can un-sad you!”

“But I-”

Then, from a distance, they saw a young man walk through the door.



Phyllis quickly moved off of Twistey and sat down next to her. “I swear that wasn’t what it looked like!”

“I know,” the young man replied as he approached them. “I saw all of it, and I can sympathize with your situation here.”

“That’s creepy,” muttered Phyllis.

“I try not to be,” he shrugged. “I switch to someone else’s view whenever I feel I’m looking at something I shouldn’t be.”

“Wha…” Twistey’s eyes were wide. “Who are you?!”

“Oh yeah, that’s right, I haven’t updated my profile picture yet according to your suggestions, so you don’t know what I look like.” He extended his hand. “I am Sigma64.”

“Oh! Sigma! Hi!” She breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s your friend from Newgrounds, right?” whispered Phyllis to Twistey while she shook Sigma’s hand.

“Yeah. The guy I found when I was looking for fellow Wolfenstein 3D fans on Scratch. You and I still need to play it together.”

Sigma laughed. “100% Sigma approved. Have you found a co-op mod you like yet?”

“I was thinking of just having him play the game and laughing over his shoulder. But that’s not important.” Twistey looked curious. “The important thing is, what’s one of the developers doing meddling in the affairs of mortals?”

“I have a remedy for your plight,” replied Sigma, as he started to walk around. “I, with my code and developer permissions, can fix everything. I can retcon the entire Holocaust out of existence, along with any mentions of anti-Semitism in anything associated with you.”

“No, thanks, I’ve managed to get it all back under control. Why’d you even put it there in the first place?”

He shrugged. “It actually wasn’t my job to implement it. I don’t know whose it was. But I did notice that you were sad about not getting the epic showdown you wanted. As you know by now, I also love a good Nazi boss battle. It’d be a shame not to have one.”

“You sure it’s not going to end badly? I mean, I’m leading a Germany that’s got this piece of junk pasted all over it, the same piece of junk used by some pretty bad actual racists.” She pointed to… yeah, you know.

Sigma shook himself. “Wait, what? Isn’t that the point of the game? Those Allies kinda let you go with that already, anyway. I mean, it’s just a fun simulation, and they know it is, so long as you keep it fun.”

“Yeah, true. But I didn’t keep it fun.” She leaned back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. “Y’know, like an idiot.”

“You said only two words’ worth of politically incorrect and only three words’ worth of factually incorrect. That’s not bad. So let’s do like Huinesoron said and ditch the depressing parts. No killing people, just zombie armies and occult powers, all wrapped up in an impressive castle with a huge underground complex beneath it. It’s time to get ridiculous!” He raised his fist.

“Yeah!” Phyllis stood up and did the same. “As long as I get power too!”

“Oh, you will. And the Allies will, too, so that they don’t feel like I’m just bailing you two out. I’ll visit them all in turn.” He turned to look at the couch. “Twistey?”

Twistey hesitated for a bit, thinking of all the pain of her mistakes. Then she slowly stood. She raised her arm so it was straight out in front of her, her fingers were closed… and then turned the offensive salute into a dab. Everyone rejoiced.



Welcome to Ship War: Ridiculous Edition.

THEMATIC MUSIC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oi3QmAmrG6M

-Twistey

...one of many from the original badfic...

TL;DR: It gets worse.

-Twistey

Okay. So, I admit, I went a little too far. As per usual. No, wait, usual for me is going a lot too far. So the good news is I’m learning.

I regret this lack of forethought pretty deeply, seeing how much it just kinda ground everything to a halt (not to mention I’ve fallen down the exact same set of stairs twice before, which is why I chose to be the bad guy in the first place). I’d like to say I’m sorry, even though it hurts to do so instead of trying to hurriedly forget it all.

I get that things were made less enjoyable by my actions. For all I know, y’all may be boycotting Ship War until I apologize, which is totally understandable. But let’s not be sad anymore. Now that I’ve dealt with this out of universe, I have a plan with how to deal with this in-universe. You guys will be able to read said plan pretty soon. Hopefully it’ll be even funner, grammatical incorrectness intended for humor purposes.

About Mormons: Welp, the more you know. This is what happens when stereotypes.

-Twistey

Would Nameless Admin mind getting it?

Thank you! ^^

I don't really have much to say apart from "Permission Granted!" The prompts were entertaining, the characters look good as long as they don't backslide on their progress from Suvians to good OCs, and the mechanics are in reasonably good shape. I did notice a few technical errors, which astounds me, considering who your betas were, but nobody's perfect. {= )

For the record:

1. Double-spacing between paragraphs is good and necessary everywhere, including the bios.

2. Marquis De Sod --> Marquis de Sod -- because French.

3. the PPC headquarters -- this capitalization is correct in this usage! However, note that in general, "PPC Headquarters" is the proper name of the location, and thus it is usually capitalized. I mention this only because the lowercase "headquarters" threw my eyes for a loop, since it's so rarely used that way. {= )

4. Star Trek --> Star Trek -- titles of multipart or freestanding long works are italicized. I think this is the only one that was missed, though. (Also, someone else has a Trek-style door now, eh? I wonder about the period of PPC history in which people were going around installing those and the various replicators. Must've been fun.)

5. “You’ll also note that I said, “let’s” live a little, ..." --> 'let's' -- when you have a quotation inside a quotation, the nested quote marks change from double to single (or vice versa). Personally, I think italics indicating spoken emphasis on the word would be better here, but that's a style thing. {= )

My only other comment, based on the descriptions of things the agents have seen, is this: try not to make every mission a giant squickfest. For one thing, it's not a competition (and I don't say this arbitrarily; we had that happen for a while years ago, and it got unpleasant), and for another thing, the whole point of Floaters is variety. Make sure to throw them something completely different every now and then. {= )

That said, go forth and PPC, young human!

~Neshomeh

I wonder if there's a way to set up a PayPal account or something that a few of us (chiefly the admins) would have access to, that those of us in a position to do so could set up autopayments to, and that anyone could drop a tip to if they felt like it. "Buy our Board admins a coffee!" sort of thing. {= )

Alternatively, we could make like public radio and do a pledge drive yearly or as needed. That way, contributing period to period would be totally flexible. Situations can change, after all.

All that said, I'm not personally opposed to something like Google ads, and could even be persuaded to make a point of clicking on one occasionally if that's all it would take to fund the Board.

~Neshomeh

P.S. doc, I know how you eat, please spend the $10 a month on some vegetables. {= P

Also, look again, the entire character description of my own Immortalized version is a giant Ship War reference in itself :P

-Twistey

If I had a server or the equipment I'd definitely volunteer to set one up, but that would require me going out to buy things for it and I can't really do that right now. I doubt the T-board would crash most servers (that are set up decently), as it's primarily text-based and that usually doesn't take up that much processor power.

Anyhow. I could definitely help pay for hosting. I would be okay with ads, but I rarely click on them and intermittently use adblock so yeah.

So you've turned us all into Sues and Stus, then? I quite like "E'ternal Winter Night" or whatever you call her - I might use her as a "self-insert" in the next Badfic Games if you don't mind.

Also, because I can't just let this pass, "crimson eyes like communism"? I suppose now I'm the Board's resident Communist, am I? Just because of one line... and please, if you must give me "waste length" hair at least make it white so it fits my theme...

...on one of my browsers.

I don’t know yet how to set up a regular payment in foreign currency when the exchange rate is varying, but there has to be a way.

I wouldn’t mind seeing ads on the T-board, but since I’m very good at ignoring ads, I wouldn’t contribute much to generating money this way.

HG

I doubt I could ever be this... matronly, over a child, but it was very sweet to read! ^^

but obviously I can’t come forward while your oppressive regime still lasts.

[[Also, I said several times that I don’t ship, and I won’t derail this into a civil war without naval operations. The one-shot shipping all boarder-nations (or nation-boarders?) with each other is all I can do. Somebody else may have to write the peaceful revolution in the name of lust love that overthrows Twistey while she’s too occupied snogging Willis to even notice. (And then they escape to Paris, the City of Love...)

HG]]

then I can easily afford the full cost of hosting on my own. The minimum wage is slowly increasing in Arizona each year, I live cheaply, and I only have my own stomach to support. And I agree with Iximaz that ads would suck—and may not actually generate much revenue for the advertising company. I mean, it's pretty much just us who use the Board, and I know I never clicked on any ads here.

So yeah. Money's not an issue there. I've got our backs.

—doctorlit, having your back right now

"Henry"
In which Jenni adopts her son.

I'll just copy my notes from the end of the piece:

Trivia - I started writing this in July 2015, responding to Jenni's complaints about not giving her any fluff with her son. Then I totally forgot about it for four years, until I [logged in to make a different entry for posterity]. ^^; But now it's a thing!

More trivia - In his fic of origin, Henry was going to be called Jacob Michael Snape. Bleh!

I don't think I knew that Nurse Davies had a first name, let alone that it was Edward, when I decided to name Henry after Dr. Henry Jekyll, whose evil alter ego is Mr. Edward Hyde. Looking it all up again only to find that is just the cherry on top of my sundae. ^^

Oh, and adding this: I think Nursery-staffer Christine was an arbitrary choice of a name that only has one very old mention attributed to it, but it could have been deliberate. I have no idea. It worked pretty well for a joke, though. *g*

~Neshomeh

Was it super-effective?

I haven't really read any badfic, it's hard to believe that people really write like this!

But then where would we go? I doubt that Willis trusts either of you, being easily squicked by the thought of “making love”, as you say.

On the other hand, as he himself says when playing D&D, all the people dying are simulated... No, I joke. As I said, I’d like to do better things with my life, power tripping aside. I’ll make you a deal. If you drop the thought of a big ol’ international marriage, Willis and I will fake our deaths and escape to Paris, where we’ll meet hS and help him out with his strategy in the land of baguettes. And then the only one supporting the Holocaust for any reason will be an AI. How does that sound?

-Twistey