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I don't feel comfortable asking for any sort of free reign in writing, so I'm just throwing this idea out as an idea for a collaborative project. Not sure if something similar has been done (casual browse through the Wiki doesn't show anything).

Anyway, let's say somebody (was thinking a rogue agent, but it can be whatever) shows up with a hijacked TARDIS (with the original owner left bound but otherwise unharmed in some easily located area, all the tracking machinery on it disabled, and the computer wired to intercept all mission communications) and starts interfering with the other agents' missions with the intent to capture (as opposed to kill) as many Mary Sues as possible (including the subversion of at least one factory). The idea behind kidnapping all of them (which is told to the organization in an attempt to get some cooperation) is for research into a potential but controversial solution to purify and seal off the entire multiverse from external tampering.

The solution in question is based around stolen Genesis technology from the Star Trek universe, with the projected end result being the "Retbomb". The Retbomb (which would be featured in a small scale test on a particularly contaminated but largely uncared about universe... probably Manos: The Hands of Fate or something) works by resetting every universe back to their original starting points before external tampering, but has the disagreeable side effect of also diverting all the PPC agents, equipment, and such back to their original canon universes (if not outright erasing them if they have no particular source) and erasing all memories of having traveled outside of their home universes. Obviously, this would not mesh well with the survival instincts of the PPC and would also have too many potentially negative side effects to be something they'd approve of and would result in a three way war between the PPC, League of Mary Sues, and this third entity.

Any thoughts? I wanted to throw this idea out to see if anybody likes it. I have some ideas for characters and such, but I wanted to first make sure that nothing like this had been done before (I can't find anything all that similar at the moment) and also that it would be something people would like to partake in.

Strip 25 of the PPC's own webcomic, Generic Surface, has just been posted. Finally. For those who've been with us all along, thanks for waiting. For those who've no idea what I'm talking about -- the Wiki page is empty, and the first strip can be found here. And there's an FAQ on the LJ's profile. And, y'know, if you like it, friend it!

hS

It's a blue furry yak thing, born of the recent spambot invasion, and it has spiky horns and eats sausages. It doesn't mind being ridden, so you can have it rampage around while you're on its back waving a lightsaber. It's fun. :D

My name is Tyler. And... looks around nervously I do not know if you have noticed, but Miss Ansela is rather hasty and very quick with her weapons. I am not skilled in weaponcraft, so I thought it best to refrain from arguing with her.

Oh, of course. We'd hate to get in trouble with the Ansela. remembers, belatedly, the second thing he said I'm Ciri. Hi.

Ye gods, I hope not. That would hurt.

As demonstrated by the response to this post, stuff like this only irritates people without providing much material for cathartic sporkage. It makes fun of itself, really. Everyone's entitled to their own brand of madness as long as it's written tolerably well.

~Neshomeh

Cuz I felt like it. Do with these random backwards names as you will.

Ronaele (strangely androgynous innkeeper?)

Naimad

Teragram (sounds almost scientific)

Ahtnamas

Luap

Kered

Nahtanoj

Leahcim

Naej

Nomis

Nairam

Trebor ("You mean Trevor?" "No, dammit! For the hundredth time, no!")

Rovert ("You mean Robert?" "AAARGH!") (twins?)

Sirod

Nelle (really, it's backwards)

Mij ("He's dead, Mij!")

Selrahc

Kram (sustaining trail-mix?)

Esiuol

Drawde (artistic druid?)

Yrneh (his evil alter-ego?)

And, just so you know, in Farscape, "dren" is the alien slang word for "crap." Maybe call him Keeg instead? g

~Neshomeh (or Hemohsen?)

I'd like to go.

And if you like Doctor Who, I'll throw in a K-9 for your Agents.

Have a P-90. It's good for killing Sues with. Just be careful where you aim it.

What fandoms are you in? What are your thoughts on slash/yaoi? Have you read any Legendary Badfic (or Goodfic, for that matter)?

If you haven't read the Legendary Badfic, then don't. Even the summaries can scar minds. If you haven't read the Legendary Goodfic, what are you waiting for? Go and read them!

"Thanks very much. I do know you're not like me and Plat-" She rolled her eyes as Plat kissed her on the cheek and dashed off. "Probably wants to check his Pokemon aren't causing any trouble. And don't worry about the singing. I have a little sister who's convinced she's the next Beyonce and a brother who wants to be a rapper. Makes a bloody racket when they're both trying to perform."

She shrugged. "At least I get to enjoy myself here."

(Just_theDoctor wrote an Agent Tyler just after I wrote mine. We agreed that they'd be distinguished by appearance and name. My Tyler's a very pale man with white hair, who looks like he's in his early thirties and has no surname. He runs the Makes-Things Fund For Abused Technology, or MTFFAT. The Doc's Tyler is a 16-year-old with blond hair, who has the surname Reynolds and works in the Department of Implausible Crossovers.)

Were you in a sociology class of some sort? Your name reminds me of an exercise I did in soc last year.

Welcome! I give you a coxcomb. It's a sort of silly hat.

"The missions we've been getting have been all right so far- touch wood-" he knocked on the table- "and the Minis haven't destroyed too much lately. A dedicated corner was definitely a good idea." He paused, and gave Cassie something of a worried look. "Er, you know we're not like that, don't you?"

Deryn looked up from dithering over the jelly beans and poked him. "Well, you can't blame people, we didn't get out that much back when," she said. "And, well" She shrugged, and grinned at Plat. "I've met him. Don't think Leas has. Good to see you again!"

"Pleasure to meet you," Leas said, offering a hand to Plat. "Oh, and-" He held out the present to Cassie. "It's not dangerous, I promise," he said, and added as Deryn launched into Happy Birthday (except in German), "though Deryn's singing might be."

(I've got a question I was going through a couple of missions written by a guy I knew on a board separate to the PPC Board, and thinking about putting up pages for the Agents, I wondered about names- one's all right, I think, but the other's another Tyler. Not sure quite what to do there. I'd like to hear your thoughts, if that's all right.)

"Oh, hi!" she called back, heading over to them. "So how are you two getting on?"

She led them over to the row of tables where the food and drinks were stacked. "Help yourselves, there's plenty."

She grinned at them sheepishly as a young man arrived and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "You two have met Plat, haven't you?"

Although I'm not convinced that throwing fireworks is a good idea.

Deryn came in first, humming something or other that didn't really go with the music playing at the moment. This didn't seem to bother her, however, as she'd spotted the food and would probably have gone for it if Leas hadn't grabbed her collar with the hand not holding the present. "Greet the birthday girl first," he told her firmly.

Deryn rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay," she said. "You see her anywhere?"

"You've got your own eyes," Leas pointed out, but looked anyway. "Ah, there she is! Cassie!" he called, waving and trying to subtly nudge Deryn in a Cassie-wards direction.

throws chocolate confetti and fireworks WOOT! One more year and you-- oh, wait. England. Lucky dog.

Anywho, Happy Birthday! (hey, it's my littlest brother's birthday too!) Have a good year, Cassie! Many happy returns!

I'd have to go look it up. But now I have a frame of reference... oh, hang on. I know I'm Pacific, which I think is GMT-8, which means you're 8 hours ahead of me. Yay! Go me. I have skills.

Well, at this point it's all past tense anyway. :D

She wasn't too pleased at the mention of vanilla ice-cream, but shrugged. She knew for a fact she'd instructed the others specifically not to bring any along.

Picking up a Sonic Screwdriver and sipping it appreciatively, she wandered around the auditorium, looking for people she knew.

It's quite a strange thing, really. Hope your clothes don't stain! ;p

It's transdimensional. Welcome, welcome, welcome!

- Sedri