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Since it just quacked and all. Here, have a First Pint instead. Welcome, by the way.

Nat, who due to her longer legs had been in the lead, just grinned at the two agents as she leaned against the wall, panting. Cassie, on the other hand, frowned at Sedri.

"That one is ours, yeah, she replied in between gasping for breath. "Look, it's still got the sausage I used to lure it in." That said luring had been wholly accidental she glossed over completely. Nat pushed herself away from the wall and poked her partner.

"Cass, be nice, at least they stopped it for us," she said before turning to the others. "I know you two, don't I? You were part of that Narnia exorcism. Sedri and Iza, right? I'm Nat, and that's Cassie, and, er, the minis seem to have gone walkabout."

Before she got a reply, however, another Agent came around the corner, completely unaware of the current situation. Cassie grabbed him. "Tyler! Great! Can we borrow you for a minute-" The thundering of hooves cut her off.

Turning around, she saw a group of perhaps thirty ypurs approaching from behind Iza. "Leg it!" she yelled, grabbing Sedri with her free hand and dragging her back round the corner. Nat grabbed Iza, who was seemingly dumbstruck, and followed.

Head on over, and say hi. You'll get links and explanations there.
The 'Bleep-' products and their assorted uses can be found here:

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

Warning, you may be showered under shiny gifts, random topics and the occasional plover when you head over to the other message board.

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.

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

"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!"

never know about these.

Risa pulled a small black butterfly with purple markings from somewhere within her shihakushou and cupped it within her hands. After whispering something to it she released the insect, allowing it to fly off in search of Agent Lunac.

"Um, Risa, how's Lunac meant to know how to take a Hell Butterfly message?" Ansela asked, sitting on one of the unconscious Ypurs.

"If you can figure it out then so can he," Risa ignored Ansela's indignant sputtering and leaned against the wall, unwilling to use one of the blue creatures as a seat and risk getting fur all over her black clothing.

Nat stomped down the hallway, Cassie and the minis trailing close behind. The lanky girl was muttering under her breath. "Goddamn incompetent people not putting proper security on the place and now we're stuck with clearing it up can't get five minutes' peace in this place only just got back off the last mission..."

Cassie, on the other hand, seemed perfectly happy to be out of the RC and was entertaining herself tossing bits of bacon towards the minis. As she threw a piece to Giml, she accidentally dropped one of the sausages she'd been carrying to lure the Ypurs out with.

She didn't notice, but the Ypur lurking around the corner did. Greenlead, who had hung back to investigate something he'd found interesting lying on the floor, growled and snapped at the blue-furred creature that scurried out to claim the sausage. On hearing the growl, Cassie turned round.

"Nat! Nat, we found one!" she yelled, dashing towards the Ypur which, unsurprisingly, dashed off as fast as it could. The two agents and their minis took up the chase with enthusiasm, all previous traces of Nat's earlier mood gone.

The figures emerged, plucked capriciously from the womb of a hapless writer's mind before their time. They had no distinct form, for their genesis was not yet complete, and had settled on no details concerning their appearance. They were without name, for the whim of the uncaring powers that brought them here had not yet seen fit to grant them such. Indeed, so hazy and ill-formed were they that they were little more than figures of mist, animated only by the brightly burning spark of the idea in each, a spark that burned in the smoke that formed them. Even their voices were little more than indistinct whispers, though one seemed to have affected a French accent and a feminine tone, while the other was just as clearly male, and bore a drawl distinctive to those who knew of the planet Catachan-or alternatively, the mythical land known as Texas.

But these figures were not to be dismissed, for what their creator had not yet granted them in description, he had gifted them in firepower. While some of their weapons were little more than indistinct haze themselves, others were not...

Two Ypurs immediately fell to the neural shredders on loan from the Callidus Temple, mental activity hopelessly scrambled by the arcane weaponry, while a third barely dove out of the way of a hail of fire from the needle pistol one of the mist-shrouded figures bore.

It didn't help. A psyk-out grenade bounced around the corner, courtesy of an expert throw by one of the figures, despite the fact that it had no solid hands to speak of. The Ypur never awoke, silenced by the point-blank blast from the neuro shredder that followed as the unborn figures silently moved down the corridor, so indistinct that they barely seemed to register at all to the naked eye, save for that burning heart of the idea within...

Three had been cut down. There would be more to come. The figures shared what might have been a smile, had they faces to smile with, and continued down the corridor, shredders level.

Ansela ducked behind a half-open door, out of sight of the Ypurs stampeding through the cross section ahead of her. She didn't like the things, therefore she didn't even want to look at them.

"Stop hiding, Ansela, and help me out here," Risa resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she watched the Ypurs. "I cannot handle this number of these creatures by myself."

"I ain't coming out and you can't make me," Ansela scowled and reached for her zat, knowing the Shinigami could quite easily drop her in the middle of the Ypurs without being harmed herself if she wanted to. Activating the energy weapon, which looked rather like a stylised snake, she went to stand by her partner. "Can I kill just one of them?"

"We do not yet know what the consequences for killing one of these creatures are," Risa snapped, her eyes closed as she concentrating on focusing her energy.

"Whatever," Ansela's hand snapped up and squeezed the trigger of her zat, blue energy bolts arcing out and striking the Ypurs. Any that were hit collapsed instantly, knocked out by the Goa'uld stun weapon.

"Geki!" Risa yelled, thrusting her palm forwards at the Ypurs. Several of them stopped, paralysed by the red light that engulfed them.

"W00t, we got them!" Ansela did a victory dance, waving her zat above her head madly. Suddenly Risa shoved her backwards, barely pulling her out of the way of an enraged Ypur.

"Do not celebrate until they are all unconscious or restrained," Risa barked, before spinning round to face the dozen Ypurs that were still standing. "Geki!" Three more Ypurs were restrained by the paralysing red light. "Rikujōkōrō!" One more was caught by six rods of light, which crashed into it from all directions. "Sajō sabaku!" A thick chain wrapped around two of the Ypurs, binding them together from head to tail and preventing them from moving. "Hyapporankan!" A spear of light formed in her hand, which multiplied into a hundred when she threw it, driving the rest of the Ypurs back and impaling the limbs of two of them. Ansela's zat hummed four more times, knocking out the last four Ypurs and preventing them from breaking down the wall of glowing spears.

"You the gal, Risa," Ansela grabbed her partner and pulled her into a kiss, a wicked grin on her face. "Ansela and Risa 1, Ypurs 0."

"We should call Agent Lunac to return these to their proper place. He should be pleased to find that his burden has been lessened by seventeen escaped Ypurs."

Would I be allowed to participate? I'm still serving my probation period, and thus my intended agents are still locked in their home continuum.

What, you think I'm so cruel to taunt everyone with it?

Mega Kick! Blaze Kick! Hi Jump Kick! Rolling Kick! Double Kick! Triple Kick! Jump Kick! Low Kick!

There we go.