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to leave the Board, trying to communicate with the bots in troll. Unfortunately for him, this new group didn't seem to know the language, and no amount of "teksoqp's" would quiet their incessant demands for "ypur pics."

As the spambots began to grow hostile, doctorlit weaved between bots and the now rapidly-spawning ypurs, trying to reach his own little corner of the Board. he unceremoniously shoved books off the shelves into a Convenient Wheelbarrow and hauled it towards the exit as quickly as the heavy load and his skinny legs would allow.

"E-mail ypur pics," monotoned a spambot, dead ahead, a blue yak materializing to its side. Frowning, doctorlit kept going straight forward, intent on ramming the bot out of the way. Bot and wheelbarrow met, knocking down the former and putting a flat wheel in the latter. Doctorlit's face smashed into his books as a cold hand around his ankle arrested his forward motion, bringing the wheelbarrow to a halt. "YYooouuurr ppiiiccss," mumbled the damaged spambot, oddly reverting to correct spelling.

Jamming his hand into the pile of books, doctorlit fished out a nice solid hardcover, acquired used from a sale at a library, and gave the spambot's face a solid wallop with the back cover. His ankle freed, doctorlit shoved the lopsided wheelbarrow out the exit and in the direction of the bunker. As the confused lowing of ypurs began to fill the air, he thought to himself, Great. Now, I need to get shards of spam-metal out of this book.

Kyoki sidled through one of the side doors clutching a sleeping bag and wearing a rather bulging backpack while the spambots were distracted elsewhere.

As she set down her stuff, the bulging backpack started hissing in a rather alarming way. Opening the bag, Cat jumped out and painfully demonstrated her dissatisfaction with the indignity of being stuffed in a bag. Wincing, Kyoki walked around as quickly as possible to look for power plugs and get away from Cat until Cat calmed down. Kyoki was rather worried about her Bengal tiger. She wanted to bring him along, but figured that he'd be happier outside the fortress batting around spambots for fun.

After finding some power plugs in the columns, Kyoki pulled out a power strip and set up her laptop, amongst the other electronic things she brought.

Smiling very happily, Kyoki reached into her bag and brought out her much beloved collection of explosives. With her explosives, she wandered off looking for spambots to explode.

And yeah...of course it'll be BEFORE the 2008 Invasion. A year before....TTATT

Alrighty then! I shall add them to the guest list! =3

Now I just have to figure out where the wedding will be THIS time. OFUM is out. So is HFA. Hmm....

~Keily

Assuming the wedding takes place before the 2008 Sue Invasion, since you said the groom dies then...

Nurse Jenni would definitely turn up for a wedding. If it's 2007, she'd probably drag Ilraen along so he can see what it's like, and between the two of them they could probably get Nume to show up. You could also grab any of my FicPsych people. And Agent!Neshomeh.

~Neshomeh

http://jakraziel.livejournal.com/852.html This is the introduction for my agents.

http://jakraziel.livejournal.com/695.html This is the character sheet.

If someone could check them over and tell me about any errors or contradictions between them I will reward you with missions.

Please email me if you can help.

Remember waaaaay back when Agent Shinra and Agent Ueru used to work together? And that they had four (or was it five? six?) failed weddings and then just gave up? About the same time I went into lurk mode for a really long time?

Well, been going through my agents and their histories and Ueru ended up one of the many who died during one of the invasions. However, this is has nothing to do with that~!

This is me trying to ask if anyone wants their agent to make a small appearance in some backstory I finally dragged out of storage and decided to finally write. A.K.A. The eventual marriage of Agent Shinra and Agent Ueru. Because, you know, it's about friggin' time.

Any takers? If not, I don't mind. I'll just put a bunch of nameless agents in the reception. =D

~Keily, who's happy to be writing something not!depressing again

That first one! I think that's what happens when someone reads a few Wikipedia pages and doesn't look at any of the dates.

... at the news that she was not the only first aider here. She didn't have much in the way of supplies, though - the contents of the kit she'd found (she was in the process of discovering that it was one of those with fifty tubes of sugar gel, a giant dressing or two and no plasters) and a couple of plasters in her pocket. She wished she'd brought the big first aid kit from home - if PitViper was right and this happened fairly frequently, she'd have to have a survival kit ready by the door so she could just make a run for it at a moment's notice.
Still, she picked up the kit and headed down to the end of the chalk road as Edward had indicated. There were a small collection of fellow first aiders setting up and she waved a little shyly.
"Hi," she said. "I'm a first aider. What can I be doing?"

But I do count myself as one of the PPC. Or at least, I did. I'm sorry I have done such to make you think otherwise.

There is no 'we'.

As far as I recall from last night, you weren't chatting with the ones discussing what to do or what had happened.

The bot starts posting at an odd hour of the day, posts the same message (or variations of it) several times a minute for about half an hour, then leaves. There's usually a couple hundred identical or near-identical posts in that much time.

Now, to disagree with Ed for a moment, there's no reason you can't use the other Board - just be forewarned that it's currently got security settings so you'll need to register your name (on http://yourwebapps.com ) before you can make new topics. Also, if you post in the middle of the bot's posting (look at the times of the posts - if the latest one was more than a couple minutes ago, you're probably safe), your post might get accidentally deleted as I go through and delete the pages upon pages of spam.

shakes a fish at the Ironic Overpower

SttQ caught the thermos, and a somewhat unorthodox train of thought started in her head.

Thermos - soup - sleeping bag - pet mice - tent - camping.

'Oh yeah, that's right! I have to set up camp first!' she thought, and hurried over to one of the bunker walls, far away from the chalk marks. She pulled a polka-dotted sleeping bag out of her warehouse-with-a-strap, and spread it out on the floor. This done, she ran back to the soapbox.

...But we also think that it's about to get much worse. And you're exactly right about why we're here. If the Admins can get to the trolls directly, instead of sifting through all of our messages, things will be over much more qickly.

Still holding the ice pack to her head, PitViper tossed the now-warm thermos back to SttQ and carefully got to her feet. Dizzyness made her sway, but she leaned on her bat again and adjusted her backpack straps on her shoulder.

She'd taken a first aid course a couple of years before, and her instructor had pounded into her head that having a first aid kit was a necessity. One of these days, when all this crap was over with, she'd have to put some ice packs in it.

"I got some bandages in my pack," she said, half to herself. "Rubber gloves, gauze, antibacterial wipes, and the like. I hope I have some fresh face barriers, might need those."

She could check through it again when she found a place to situate herself. With that in mind, she limped farther away from the chalk-marked road and slung her pack down. Quickly, and with one hand, she pulled out a sleeping pad and a couple of blankets, tossed them down, and spread them out as much as they could. Then, digging deeper in her pack, she pulled out a blue fanny pack. Her head was feeling better as she took this and headed toward the first aid area.

I've only seen around five of these troll messages. Are others being deleted, or is this just how the massive attacks start, and things are about to get much worse?

So we all stay over here to keep clutter down, so the Admins can get rid of the trolls?

Data had been preparing for this moment for years now. Training himself to deal with... Wait, no, that's zombies, not spambots. This probably explains why he had gotten cornered by one outside the Message Board without any belongings beyond his trusty hat, a knife, and the clothes on his back.
"Ypur pics!"
"Get any closer, and I'll cutcha! Bugger it all, I'm not dying here. I refuse to be killed before I'm old enough to drink!" Data exclaimed, charging the spambot. Not exactly his brightest idea, but it seemed that luck was on his side, and a knife in the torso was enough to distract the spambot long enough for Data to flee. He was unfortunately forced to leave the knife behind, unless he wanted to risk being his by the spambot's flailing limbs.
"Dammit. That was a great knife. I'll have to come back for it after this is all over," he muttered as he ducked into the quickly-filling Message Board.

SttQ pricked up her ears at this. Just before her mad dash out the door, hadn't she picked up...?

She shoved 'Moby Dick' back in her bag, Ahab clean forgotten, and once more started pawing through the thing. Half a minute later she got up with a triumphant smile, her dad's hunting shotgun and thirty rounds of buckshot.

She slung the bag over her shoulder and, gun in hand, went over to the soapbox, to offer her services. Thank the stars she'd gone hunting with him so many times.

...Apologies to anybody reading that...

...for a moment and then continued the orders. "If you don't have a place to sleep, find one and set up there. Don't set up on the roads that are being marked out, and try to take up as little space as possible. When the Ypurs come, they'll be bringing medical supplies, but no medical personal. If you've set up your stuff and have any first-aid experience, go to the far end of the chalk road on my right and start setting up...whatever you need to set up. If you have a gun and can use it, bring it and come here. I don't mean you know how a gun works, I mean you've used one before, maybe even had some training. If you know how to use one but don't have one, come here anyway. If for whatever reason, you have one but don't know how to use it, give it to us to use. Mark it somehow so that we can give it back to you after this thing blows over."

"If you've finished setting up, can't do first aid, and can't shoot, help someone else. If there's nobody else to help, which I doubt, I saw some folding tables laying around. Set them up on the far end of the chalk road to my left, like a buffet line. When we get supplies, I want them to be handed out orderly!"

He stepped off the soapbox and sat on it, aknowledging the growing, but still worryingly small, pile of munitions at his feet and the similarly sized group of people. They were a ragtag bunch, but that description could serve for the whole of the PPC. I took a deep breath, winced, and prayed to Whoever might be listening for this to blow over like I said it would.

[I'm not really in the mood, and I don't have much time, but I have to join before this thread gets too far without me.]

Elemarth raced into the bunker and collapsed on the floor. She couldn't remember ever having run that quickly for that long. It would be quite a while before she caught her breath, and her muscles were protesting the lack of oxygen, but at least she wasn't injured.

She hadn't really taken the spambot threat seriously at first -- and after all, there were new threads to answer, including newbies to greet! Then she'd unplugged her ears and listened to the rather loud evacuation warning and gotten nervous. And then, she'd spotted the spambot itself around a corner. It had been chasing another boarder and happily commenting that it was a name stealer.

That meant it was intelligent! Filled with horror, she had forgotten any idea she'd had of defending herself -- or anyone else -- against it, dropped everything, and fled before it could notice her.

[I'm really sorry to whichever boarder the spambot was hunting while I ran the other direction.]