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As in, TV Tropes.

...to put it in the bluntest of terms, really big, hairy, manly men who are gay. There’s a bear pride flag, even. I believe they have their own sub community of the LGBT+ populace, but that’s not my area of expertise, so I can’t really say much beyond that.

Smaller, hairy guys are called otters, in the same vein.

I'd forgotten about that. And it wasn't long before I re-found the page about myself, too, from back when I was Anonymouse- or, sorry. An'onere Morysse.

Kinda want to update it, actually. After all, definitely not planning on continuing to use Mental Haze anymore, Cheesy's evolved over time into Zeta, and most importantly... well, my name's different now. Again. That, and there's the fact that that friend of mine is no longer a Suethor *and* I rebuilt that Chatzy server as a Discord server.

Also want to update my heraldry, too, to reflect how much I've changed since then. No real big changes (after all, I'm Lunamann, I arguably have a bit more reason to have a crescent charge on my shield than when I was Anonymouse) but perhaps some minor changes... some actual color, perhaps, instead of it being mostly sable and argent?

I don't have anything actually solid yet, though... still kinda wanna think about these kinds of things...

I'm Twistey, a 1-year-bie who has a lot of ideas, a lot of fandoms, and an addiction to electro music, throwing Fangirl German into my sentences, and anything that lights up. (It's a long story.) Wow... I don't think I've ever summarized myself in one sentence before. Well then, moving on.

So, Jellyity, what about you? How'd you come here? What fandoms are you a part of? And, most importantly, what do you intend to do here? I'm decent at critiquing short bios, so if you wish to contribute to the agent idea thread, do so! I'd also like to know if you animate or program (whether games or mods), since I'm thinking of proposing an expansion of sporkable material into both video and fangame territory, using missions in the same format.

And for your newbie gift, let's see. [Hands you a hand-sized device that looks like a geometric, metal flower bud.] Don't push that little button on the side of it it unless you're ready to give up your humanity, and in that case, point it at yourself. }:D

Nice to meet you! I hope you have a great time here, and welcome to the PPC!

-Twistey

Nobody ever told me the history behind this, and I haven't been able to figure it out myself. It's been puzzling me for a while. Thank you and sorry for being uneducated! :P

-Twistey

1. Please make him bump into things a lot because he constantly wears sunglasses. It would be so humorous. X)
   
   2. I see a lot of flaws in the personality. I do kinda get the implied strengths (because I can relate to the flaws and thus I sorta mentally superimposed my own strengths onto him - bad Twistey, bad), but can you go a little further into them so that we have a better idea of what he's like?
   
   3. The "they were experimented on that's why" thing is kind of a cliche, but you seem to have pulled it off with how the experiment ended. I almost was about to warn you about giving the alter ego a cool name, but then I realized that the name was self-given due to said ego explosions. I also don't see how the dog ears relate to the effects of the experiment - it seems like they were kind of tacked on as a means of achieving the appearance you want your avatar to have. Maybe either come up with a different explanation for the dog ears (keeping the backstory, that's cool) or scrap them altogether.
   
   -Twistey
   P.S. The dog ears thing reminded me of this bit from a Springhole.net article that deals with tacked-on drawbacks/effects. I could probably find something better for this situation, but nonetheless, check this out:
   http://springhole.net/writing/pointlessly-edgy-tropes-to-reconsider.htm#pointless-drawbacks

Name: Amber Callahan (no relation to Kitty Callahan)
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Department: DOGA
Home 'Verse: Alternate of World One in which supernatural powers exist, not tied to any literary continuum.
Species: Human
Nationality: American (Irish background)

Amber loves being outdoors, nature, and physical activity. She is more comfortable up in the mountains than anywhere else in the world. She's also the most stereotypically Irish of the three inseparable Callahan siblings, and has a bit of a temper, which causes her to say things she regrets later. She was born with powers to manipulate earth, but couldn't use them well before she received training at HQ. Her earth powers are a little less versatile than that of an Earthbender in Avatar. As for her backstory, her birth parents are both deceased (her mother died giving birth to her younger brother and her father died working his risky job), but the Callahan kids found some good-hearted adoptive parents and some friends, including Miriam. Amber, her siblings, and Miriam all fell into a plothole together, and occasionally they wonder about how their families have been able to cope with losing them.

Name: Miriam Almstedt
Age: 17
Department: DOGA
Home 'Verse: See Amber
Nationality: American (Swedish background)
Species: Human or fox, but never in between

It probably says something that Amber and Miriam ended up partners despite having known each other before recruitment. In contrast to Amber's tomboy nature, Miriam is a girly-girl who swoons over boys, knows how to do makeup (as opposed to Amber), and gets queasy at the sight of blood. She has both the ability to turn into a fox and to manipulate gravity, although the second one is limited to one object at a time and by her stamina. Both of these powers were obtained from magical accidents that happened at family reunions in Sweden. She also has apparently sighted a few monsters right out of Scandinavian folklore at said family reunions, but downplays it whenever anyone asks because she thinks people won't believe her.

So, how are these two? As I said, they're intended to be the first partners that I make missions with, so I'd like to hear as much advice about them as possible.

-Twistey

I went to the Colorado Renaissance Festival yesterday! It was quite enjoyable, even though I didn't do as much as I could've. More importantly, it made me remember Plort again. Does anyone want to start a Plort session? I have some self-made messes I'd like to clean up. :P

-Twistey

The idea behind it would be that the PPC Boarders, for one reason or another, must write their own avatars into battle alongside the agents, in order to complete a variety of adventures. Your agents could know it's you via something that affects the fact that normally agents don't know that the Board exists, or you could be keeping up a disguise the whole time so that they don't find out (which would be an interesting subplot.)

The game would be a first person RPG (a la Wolfenstein RPG and Doom RPG) that has multiple "campaigns" - different adventures centered around different protagonists and different threats. For instance, I have planned three of my own campaigns where your mission is to stop a rabid badficcer who is attempting to convert the denizens of every multiverse into Suvians of her own design, as well as put an end to both the fictional PPC... and the real one. Those three campaigns, being mostly centered around me, would include my agents and future Badfic Games personas that I create, but if you want to have your own campaign with your own characters, that's totally fine (and probably necessary - I don't want to end up having a game about a group I'm in and showcase nothing but my own contributions.) You could even have a campaign centered around a particular PPC character, supported by the characters they're close to and taking on whatever is after them. The possibilities are numerous.

So, answering your question in this case, there would be a lot of final bosses. And it would be great that way.

-Twistey

I have my reasons for having these fire powers! X'D

So... what is snow like now that it's no longer water?

-Twistey

Without using magic, mind you. He just had a whack ton of snow. :P

-Twistey

I noticed that the graphics as shown in the screenshots weren't the best they could be, but it does seem like a very cool game.

(Lol, also, this next Badfic Games, I'm going to add a crappypasta about the PPC game. Brace yourself, hS, brace yourself.)

-Twistey

Happy Boardaversary, Delta Juliette! Dang, if I had come up with any ideas for your space AU, I could tell you about them as your Boardaversary present. But oh well.

Fifteen years - that's a lot. I hope I can even stay half as long. Bet you've survived quite a lot of stuff. Well, thanks for sticking around! I look up to you and your ideas. :)

-Twistey

First and foremost: Is this character supposed to be really icky, what with the whole "Nice Guy" thing? Because I see you acknowledging that he is creepy, is a whiner, has an oversized ego, and is a loser, but I also see you saying he really tries his best and is actually a nice person if you get to know him. That's the classic "Nice Guy" excuse for blaming all their ills on the women who are rightly put off by their creepiness instead of taking responsibility for their own flaws.

So, is the intention to write a character who's like that, but will be called out on it and (hopefully) improve over time? Or, what is the intent? In other words, why do you want to write this character?

Also, physical ability aside, how does a guy who struggled so badly with schoolwork and is just scraping together enough money to live on become "very skilled" at wielding a sword? Especially a katana, since Eastern philosophy typically places as much emphasis on the mind and spirit as the body—and no decent instructor would ever condone their student drawing a sword on someone just to make a point, which is also really horrible. Returning to the point, though: How did he afford lessons? Why was he able to succeed at that but nothing else? I think a simple explanation could fix the cognitive dissonance here, but it does need an explanation.

~Neshomeh

Not quite true, the katana on it's own isn't a symbol of the Samurai class, the daishō was. The daishō (big-small) refers to a daito (longsword) and shōto (shortsword) pair. Usually this is a katana and wakizashi pair forged as sister swords, and wearing it was a symbol of office and thus was illegal for anyone other than a samurai to wear the daishō.

In any case, since the abolishment of the samurai class, anyone can use a katana, even foreigners. Actually, many people do own and can use a katana if they practice kenjutsu, and is sort of a requirement for tameshigiri (one needs a shinken to make the cuts). Although, the katana used were probably forged in China instead of Japan because of sword manufacturing restrictions. (kind of ironic if you ask me, but makes sense given the overlap between Chinese and Japanese weaponry)

Kuro doesn't really care anyway. He's a weeaboo who makes regular faux pas against people who are still alive, let alone a class of people that was abolished a long time ago.

*You got the PPC Red Pen.
*You got the PPC Bumper Sticker.

Please accept this bag of black-hole chocolates.

Let me give you a pot of black-holee coffee please.

((Ten years hence [or fifteen, or who knows how many?], when Ix and Charlotte are long retired from the PPC. Filled for prompt 2.))


Faolan slowly circled the young woman, pincushion in hand and a rather large collection of pins in her mouth.

"Hem looks even," she mumbled around the pins. "Alright, you want to go ahead and get dressed? I can finish this up for you tonight and you can come pick it up in the morning."

Maggie beamed and stepped off the footstool, twirling a little bit in her Cinderella ballgown. "Seriously, I can't thank you enough; you can work magic."

Faolan smiled and ducked her head, pulling pins out of her mouth and sticking them in the pincushion. "Something like that," she said as Maggie disappeared behind the changing screen.

Charlotte wandered in with her clipboard, tapping Faolan on the shoulder. "Just got another call," she said, passing the clipboard over. "We've got a couple who want to do Link and Zelda," she said. "Twilight Princess specifically—I put them down for Monday at eleven."

"Sounds good to me," Faolan said, leaning in briefly to rest her forehead against Charlotte's.

Charlotte smiled and kissed her briefly before pulling away. "I'm going to pop to the store," she said. "We're running low on sandwich bread."

"Bring me some of those little chocolate pastries?" Faolan asked, and Charlotte grinned.

"You got it," she said, disappearing out the door.

Maggie came around the screen, dressed again in her jeans and T-shirt with the gown draped over her arm. "So how long have you been doing the cosplay business?" she asked curiously. "It seems like an awful lot of work for just two people."

"Just a few years," Faolan said, passing Maggie a water bottle in exchange for the gown. She draped it over a dress form, smoothing out the skirts carefully. "We've kind of got it down to a system now."

"Good system," Maggie remarked, sitting on a nearby chair. She took a long gulp from her water bottle—it was starting to get warm in the fitting room, despite Faolan's best efforts at setting up fans—before shifting uncomfortably. "Can I ask you something... a little personal?"

"Is it about my face?" Faolan asked dryly, and Maggie's cheeks went pink.

"Well... actually, yeah," she said. "Do you mind me asking... how you got those scars?"

Faolan's voice was dry enough to match her smile. "I was mauled by a werewolf as a little kid," she said.

Maggie laughed. "Okay, no, seriously."

"Car accident," Faolan said automatically, and Maggie winced in sympathy.

"Tough luck. Nobody was...?"

"Killed? No, Ma and Da didn't even get hurt. Just me."

Maggie nodded, fingers tapping on her water bottle. "That's something, at least. The scars do look pretty badass, though," she added. "Though I like your werewolf story a lot better. That's pretty funny."

Faolan glanced down at her wrists, at the shiny pink scars that wrapped around them—the result of pulling on her chains once a month for nearly fifteen years.

"Yeah," she said, looking up at Maggie. "Certainly a lot more entertaining story to tell, at least. Is there anything else you wanted before you go? Shoes? I can do slippers to your size if you need them."

"Nah, I've already got a pair," Maggie said, grabbing her coat and slipping it on. "Thank you so much! I'll be back tomorrow. Three, right?"

"Three o'clock," Faolan confirmed. "I'll send you an email tonight with the rest of your bill."

It's always like $2000 on eBay so I've never been able to afford it. I used all the money I'll ever own on these Murkrows. :(