Comments should be on a seperate thread please,
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As per agreement no names, places, and dates are mentioned in order to protect those that were involved.
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Eh? What ever...
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When my little brother brought home a five gallon bucket of Plot-Hole-Goo I stole a gallon, and told him about it a month later.
After a bit of experimentation I found that I could feed the 'goo a base mixture of gelatine, sugar water, and it would double in volume over night. Five days later I poured most of the 'Goo, except a quart for seed stock, into the cleaning sink in the garage. The next day I went out and bought an old, dirty yellow, electric powered Vespa and spent the next week rebuilding the scooter using the 'Goo to clean the assorted parts.
When I was not working on the Vespa I was researching on what I would need for survival once I reached space. I figured that I would need a space suit, a weapon, and a Job.
The space suit was easy I bought a set of Riding Leathers, a helmet, goggles, boots, gloves and a scarf, and soaked them in 'Goo and washing soda. For a weapon I took my Father's Electric Guitar and dropped in the Cleaning Sink over night. For work I figured that I would make small parcel deliveries, and mail runs.
Shortly after modding the Vespa, the riding gear, and guitar, I realized that I now had about fifteen gallons of Plot Hole Goo. My first thought was "What to do with the rest of the goo?". This is what I call an OMGWHID moment, meaning Oh My God! What Have I Done. I called my Little Brother.
The conversation went something like this...
"Hey Bro What's happening?"
"I have a bit of a problem."
"Oh?"
"Remember when you brought home that bucket of Goo?"
"The Handwavium? What did you do?"
"I borrowed a gallon of it to play with."
"... Just a sec let me grab a note pad."
"Your not mad at me are you?"
"I am, but I'm more worried about what you did with the 'Wavium."
"Ok."
"Don't Worry, I'll get you for that later."
"Right."
"Did you eat any of it?"
"No. ... Should I eat some of it.?"
"NO! We do not know what it would do a living creature."
" ..."
"What did you feed it with?"
"The first Gallon I used Unflavored Gelatine, and sugar water.
"I see and after that?"
"I poured it in the solvent tank allong with eight boxes of instant Jello."
"How long did you let it sit?"
"About five days.
"That should give you between 25 to thirty Gallons. What were you going... Scratch that. What did you us it on?
"I used it to clean parts to rebuild that Vespa I bought."
"Tell me that you used a pair of gloves for that."
"Yes. I also used it to treat some riding gear, and dipped Dad's old Guitar in the stuff."
"I see. Any affects?"
"I haven't tried to ride the Vespa, the Leathers seem to be OK now that they haved dried, and the Guitar shines a bit brighter than it did."
"One more question, then I'll bring some guys to check things over."
"... O-kay..."
"What flavor of Jello?"
"Lime and Cherry.
"O.K. We'll be there in about an hour. I'll yell at you when I get there. Then we'll go over every thing you've done. So Don't go any where. Oh, We'll bring an empty drum with us so don't drain the tank yet."
"Right. See you then."
"Laterz."
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My brother and his group arrived in a green utility van, they also brought with them the usual collection of tools, electronics, and testing paraphanalia. I showed them to the garage where I do my work.
The first thing that happened was to recorded the scene using digital cameras. Then one filled a sample jar with the semi-transparent brownish goo, and stuck the end of what appeared to be an fishtank heater cabled to a PDA in to the jar. He tapped the probe twice as he looked at the read out and prounounced, "Concentration is two point five wave to one assorted liquids at two zero point zero zero degrees centigrade." This brought a collection of low whistles from the rest of the team, as he withdrew the probe and caped the jar.
My brother pulled me to one side handed me a clip-board, and a pen and said "Congratulations, you will now sign both the nondisclosure agreement, and the employment contract as an independant consultor. I now officially Own Your Ass."
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I had this commissioned a few weeks ago, and just got the final art

I meant to mention this yesterday... a couple nights ago, I was on Virtue and ran across a level 50 Warshade going by the name "Cutie 3.14159". I wish I'd thought to get a pic, even though her costume wasn't anything particularly outstanding.

-- Bob
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The Internet Is For Norns.

This is really more just a teaser of the start but I figure if I post this now it's pressure to actually get more done soon. Comments, suggestions, and criticism welcome.

I was standing out in a field that night, admiring the sunset as I waited for my ride to arrive. Yeah I admit it, I didn't build my own ship to get out here. When you talk to some people you would think handwavium flowed through fandom like chips or beer in those wild early days. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I say I was admiring the sunset what I mean is that I checked the time and location on my GPS unit for the fifth time in two minutes. It was a cheap model, a no name model that even Fry's had seemed ashamed to stock, with a rather poor back light. Pretty soon I would need my flashlight to be impatient. I really didn't want to spend the night out in a field with nothing but a pile of boxes.
Mike told me I'd know it was him, and while I certainly hadn't expected him to show up in one of those converted junker cars I had heard so much about he still surprised me. Catching the last of the sunlight was nothing less than a double decker house boat. About two hundred feet up a pair of spotlights came on and panned about until they had found my clearing. The boat slowly dropped down until it was floating a mere meter off the ground and I could see Mike's crew toss down a pair of anchors before leaping down and quickly driving stakes into the ground to tie off more lines. I simply stood there and stared until Mike called out to me from the railing along the lower deck.
"So what do you think of my modest home Drew?"
"Your modest home is a floating house boat?"
"Well, yes. Boats are supposed to float. Wouldn't be much of a boat if it didn't."
Okay, so I did deserve the poke. It isn't like I expected him to show up in a government surplus shuttle. Still, it isn't every day that you see a hundred foot long houseboat. Let alone said houseboat drifting through the air like an airship. Okay, so technically I guess you could call it an airship. I knew he had a houseboat, he'd mentioned it in some of his old emails and forum posts, but I never had seen any pictures of it.
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Will the transhumanist future have catgirls? Does Japan still exist? Well, there is your answer.

Holidays of Fenspace (excerpt)
April 12 - Yuri's Night: One of the only holidays celebrated by all factions that isn't a holdover from mundane society. Yuri's Night commemorates the April 12, 1961 flight of Soviet cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin, the first man in space. All the factions view Gagarin as a founding father of sorts ("If he hadn't done it, we wouldn't be here.") and as a result celebrating Yuri's Night is very popular throughout Fenspace. Celebrations are similar to New Year's Eve parties, where people gather together for booze, music and general revelry.
Yuri's Night is also celebrated by some mundanes, mostly ex-Soviet citizens and people involved in hardtech space flight. The 2011 celebrations in Moscow, Baikonur, Cape Canaveral and Houston are considered legendary by those lucky to have been there.
www.yurisnight.net/
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"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"

They played Gary Glitter's "Rock and Roll Part 2" on the radio this afternoon, and it gave me an idea for a song power for Doug. My one concern is the minimal lyrics, which you may deem disqualifies the song. But there is the repeated "Hey" in tempo, and given my power idea, it might be good enough.
Basically, it's used for Riot control, causing everyone in range to just bop to the music and shout "Hey!" at the right (and occasionally wrong) times, such that they (hopefully) will have calmed down by the time the song is over and can be more easily broken up. It has the restriction that in addition to Doug hearing the song, he MUST play it audibly on the external speakers so that the crowd can hear it as well, the louder the better. This song automatically affects everyone who can hear it - it's an exception to Doug's normal 110ft. radius, in that it can both be limited to shorter ranges by obstructions, but also can affect people outside his normal range. This can be amazingly effective when played over stadium speakers...
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Has anyone had any problems trying to use the promotional referral function over on the COH website? I tried to send an invite to Sofaspud from the EPU boards and got a "403 Forbidden" message telling me I wasn't allowed to use the referral script.
Yes, I'm talking to the folks at NCSoft, but I couldn't find any mention of this in the forums and I wanted to know if I were alone.

-- Bob
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I am serene. I am a pool of placid water. The sheltered cove of my good nature reflects the gentle sun that warms this earth.
Fuck it. Im pissed.
Benedict XVI, Benny the Strict, the Panzer Pope, has flapped his Teutonic gob in what can only be described as a big old screw you to rational thought. Taking a step back from Pope JP the Sequels moderate (for a Roman Catholic) stance on evolution, Benny has come out with both Lugers blazing in a book called Creation and Evolution.
His primary thrust is that evolution raises philosophical questions science alone cannot answer. Now while I cannot speak for science as a whole, I am not sure the opinion of a man who speaks for his own imaginary friend should count for much.
Unfortunately it does. A lot. While Benny stopped just short of support of Intelligent Design, he came far too close. This will wave the red flag of ignorance and stupidity at school boards everywhere and you can hear the voices of gibbering trolls shouting teach the controversy and I didnt come from no ape. Look, Ive taken it up with the apes, and they are just as mortified at sharing a common ancestor, but are just a wee bit more self actualized about it.
The final crowning papal turd upon the pile which is Benedicts pronouncement is this gem. It is also true that the theory of evolution is not a complete and scientifically proven theory.
That gentle friends and lurkers is what is commonly known as a lie. Its the big lie and it gets a lot of airplay. Evidence upon evidence upon evidence supports evolution; from transitional species to morphology to DNA analysis to geographic to geologic and so on down the list (I have offered a very, very abbreviated list here).
On the flip side the god hypothesis (It is not a theory) has no evidence. You can look at the world around you and say god did it but you cannot bring forward any evidence that he/she/it did. I personally cannot disprove god, only relegate him to the highest levels of improbability; but if cant disprove god is your primary argument, keep in mind that you also cannot disprove Zeus, Odin, Thor, The Tooth Fairy, the Invisible Pink Unicorn and Yugo the Dwarf of Despair who is currently laying his eggs in your lower colon.
Miracles. Ooooh. Shiny. Step one, tying them to a miraculous source impossible. Ignorance of the mechanism does not mean that god did it. Unless ignorance is your god, which is true in so many depressing ways.
Non overlapping magisteria my hairy Canadian arse!

This would be out of continuity, of course, but imagine if you will, poor Doug somehow ending up in a body-swap with Urd, either via his probability field, that field's interaction with one of Skuld's toys, or other means. Also, presume that unlike the classic/cliche swap, *just* the bodies are exchanged--their powers/abilities remain with the mind/personality, not the body.
Now...imagine Urd in Doug's shape getting...bored.
The setting: Paradox and Doug (in Urd's body) are chilling out on the living room couch in front of the recently-repaired television, perhaps watching movies or playing video games...
A SD Doug pops up at one end of the couch.."We're tiny!"
A second one pops up at the other end.."We're tuney!"
A third one pops up in front of the couch, and is immediately joined by the other two, who chorus, "We're all just little Loonies!"
The trio merge into a single SD Doug, and then jump into the television screen..only to pop halfway out to declare, "And we're invading your TV!" before disappearing once more..
Doug-as-Urd's response? "Arrrrrrrrgh!"

Is there an Idiot's Guide to these? Because I started reading up on them and am completely overwhelmed and confused.--
Christopher Angel, aka JPublic
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