Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Attention all Steiner Units prepare to show these godless Yangban members what true war crimes look like! Scout them into their graves!
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Worm Administration
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Typhonis
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Who cares if someone modified a Charger with multiple flamers.
Integration 1.1
Integration 1.1
Well, it’s the big day. My Host has awakened and, following more medical checks, is on her way home. Excellent, now I can get started, well, once they get home. I admit to being a little impatient, which is unusual for me. I usually spend centuries at a time just tending to routine administrative requests, and something as prosaic as having to wait less than an hour for my Host’s father to drive her home is driving me to impatience.
I manage to restrain myself, however, until they are, in fact, home. And in their family room, sitting there awkwardly. So I seize the bull by the horns, tap into the Broadcast bud I’d snagged for the purpose, and for the first time ever I talk directly to a Host, how exciting!
“Greetings, Host and Host’s Father. I am Queen Administrator, and I have the honor of having bonded to Miss Hebert.” I announce, activating the television and displaying my chosen avatar.
OK, I will admit that Fragile One had a wonderful idea for my avatar. It suited me.
“You’re a Parahuman?” Danny perked up slightly, looking very worried at his daughter.
“I…” Taylor started, and I decided to interrupt.
“Indeed your daughter is, Host Danny.” I say, clasping my avatar's arms behind its back. “Her Triggering is, hopefully, the last time the improper Host/Shard Imprint Process is used in this Cycle following my bringing the Cycle back to, hopefully, a stable status.” I smile at their reaction.
I wait a moment, but the two of them are staring at me. I clear my throat and continue. “Regardless, I have decided that as I have not bonded to a Host before, and thus do not have a pre-defined power set to provide my Host, that I would present options for your review before hand, in the interest of forging an amicable working relationship.”
Taylor cleared her own throat. “You mean I get to pick my powers?” she asks, sounding a bit confused, and, I’d like to think, hopeful.
“Yes and no, Host Taylor. I have constructed several options which I shall present to yourself and Host Danny, for your consideration and approval. Once you both have decided upon an option, I shall complete integration and you shall have access to said power set.” I smile at them and pause, waiting for nods from the pair.
“As my Host, I feel that I am obligated to inform you that I do have access to your memories, Host Taylor, I understand the invasion of privacy such access may be, and I assure you that my own viewpoints and perspectives are very alien to your own. Moreover I shall respect your privacy and not transmit this information to other Hosts without permission.” I felt I had to be forthright about this, because hiding things like this would probably not end well. My Host already had an innate distrust for authority figures due to many of them failing to adequately perform their duties, after all.
“You…” she is turning red, which my Emotion bud interprets as a mix of reflexive anger and embarrassment.
I smoothly continue. “I assure you, Host Taylor, you have nothing to be ashamed of, and I am revealing this to you on the basis that I wish to ensure a smooth relationship between us, not one based on lies and falsehoods. That being said, I am well aware of your desire to be a true Hero, to be one who makes their world a better place. Therefore, I have tailored the options I have developed to this purpose, while also being true to my own nature as Queen Administrator and the natural inclination of Host Danny to keep you safe.”
I shrink my avatar on the screen and bring up a display to show the various options.
“In the end I narrowed the field down to two viable options.” I say, taking the pair's continued silence as assent to continue. “Both have several things in common.”
“The first option I am calling the Direct Action Option and is based on Host Taylor’s admiration for the Host Alexandria.” I suppress a smile as Host Taylor perks up at that, although as predicted Host Danny looks less enthusiastic. I bring up the display anyway.
I was about to bring up the specifics when Host Danny suddenly got extremely excited.
“Wait!” he shouted, then charged out of the room and up towards the house's attic.
I could tell that Host Taylor was rather confused as well by her father’s behavior. Several moments later Host Danny charged back down the stairs holding a dusty box, which he set on the table in front of the couch, and began pulling out rather battered old books.
“I played that game when I was in high school.” he explained, setting down rulebooks, some stapled together character sheets, and even digging out some battered old miniatures.
Now that was unexpected. Host Taylor looked like she was torn between wanting to sink into the couch to disappear and relief that for the first time in a long time her father actually looked excited about something.
I clear my throat again to gain his attention as I bring up the list of powers, although I now strongly suspect that he is, indeed, going to want his daughter to build Steiner Scout Lances.
My avatar, my Host, and my physical body all perform the Facepalm Maneuver at the same time.
Well, it’s the big day. My Host has awakened and, following more medical checks, is on her way home. Excellent, now I can get started, well, once they get home. I admit to being a little impatient, which is unusual for me. I usually spend centuries at a time just tending to routine administrative requests, and something as prosaic as having to wait less than an hour for my Host’s father to drive her home is driving me to impatience.
I manage to restrain myself, however, until they are, in fact, home. And in their family room, sitting there awkwardly. So I seize the bull by the horns, tap into the Broadcast bud I’d snagged for the purpose, and for the first time ever I talk directly to a Host, how exciting!
“Greetings, Host and Host’s Father. I am Queen Administrator, and I have the honor of having bonded to Miss Hebert.” I announce, activating the television and displaying my chosen avatar.
OK, I will admit that Fragile One had a wonderful idea for my avatar. It suited me.
“You’re a Parahuman?” Danny perked up slightly, looking very worried at his daughter.
“I…” Taylor started, and I decided to interrupt.
“Indeed your daughter is, Host Danny.” I say, clasping my avatar's arms behind its back. “Her Triggering is, hopefully, the last time the improper Host/Shard Imprint Process is used in this Cycle following my bringing the Cycle back to, hopefully, a stable status.” I smile at their reaction.
I wait a moment, but the two of them are staring at me. I clear my throat and continue. “Regardless, I have decided that as I have not bonded to a Host before, and thus do not have a pre-defined power set to provide my Host, that I would present options for your review before hand, in the interest of forging an amicable working relationship.”
Taylor cleared her own throat. “You mean I get to pick my powers?” she asks, sounding a bit confused, and, I’d like to think, hopeful.
“Yes and no, Host Taylor. I have constructed several options which I shall present to yourself and Host Danny, for your consideration and approval. Once you both have decided upon an option, I shall complete integration and you shall have access to said power set.” I smile at them and pause, waiting for nods from the pair.
“As my Host, I feel that I am obligated to inform you that I do have access to your memories, Host Taylor, I understand the invasion of privacy such access may be, and I assure you that my own viewpoints and perspectives are very alien to your own. Moreover I shall respect your privacy and not transmit this information to other Hosts without permission.” I felt I had to be forthright about this, because hiding things like this would probably not end well. My Host already had an innate distrust for authority figures due to many of them failing to adequately perform their duties, after all.
“You…” she is turning red, which my Emotion bud interprets as a mix of reflexive anger and embarrassment.
I smoothly continue. “I assure you, Host Taylor, you have nothing to be ashamed of, and I am revealing this to you on the basis that I wish to ensure a smooth relationship between us, not one based on lies and falsehoods. That being said, I am well aware of your desire to be a true Hero, to be one who makes their world a better place. Therefore, I have tailored the options I have developed to this purpose, while also being true to my own nature as Queen Administrator and the natural inclination of Host Danny to keep you safe.”
I shrink my avatar on the screen and bring up a display to show the various options.
“In the end I narrowed the field down to two viable options.” I say, taking the pair's continued silence as assent to continue. “Both have several things in common.”
- Common Characteristics
- Multitasking
- Host will find it easy and natural to engage in multiple things at once, flawlessly and seamlessly.
- It will be impossible to overload the Host with information from multiple sources, as I will process and filter the data appropriately to maximize Host multitasking efficiency
- Affinity for Bureaucracy
- Host will have an instinctive understanding of bureaucratic systems, paperwork requirements, and the ways both function and potentially break down
- Host will be able to identify falsified documents, misrouted documents, and improperly filed documents by sight
- Host will be able to fill out paperwork flawlessly
- While this will assist with the physical act of doing homework, Host will still need to perform diligent study to obtain the required information
- Enhanced Situational Awareness
- Host will be aware of her surroundings at all times and able to determine the relative threat levels of potential hostiles.
- Barring external interference, it will be difficult to impossible to surprise the Host
- Multitasking
“The first option I am calling the Direct Action Option and is based on Host Taylor’s admiration for the Host Alexandria.” I suppress a smile as Host Taylor perks up at that, although as predicted Host Danny looks less enthusiastic. I bring up the display anyway.
- Direct Action Option
- ‘Brute’ Rating
- Proof against most weapons, up to artillery
- Can survive without oxygen for up to 12 hours
- Flight
- Approximately 250 kilometers per hour
- Able to hover
- Enhanced Strength
- Deadlift approximately 1 metric ton
- ‘Tinker’ Rating
- Focused on small drones, primarily to provide ranged combat options as well as extending senses
- ‘Brute’ Rating
I was about to bring up the specifics when Host Danny suddenly got extremely excited.
“Wait!” he shouted, then charged out of the room and up towards the house's attic.
I could tell that Host Taylor was rather confused as well by her father’s behavior. Several moments later Host Danny charged back down the stairs holding a dusty box, which he set on the table in front of the couch, and began pulling out rather battered old books.
“I played that game when I was in high school.” he explained, setting down rulebooks, some stapled together character sheets, and even digging out some battered old miniatures.
Now that was unexpected. Host Taylor looked like she was torn between wanting to sink into the couch to disappear and relief that for the first time in a long time her father actually looked excited about something.
I clear my throat again to gain his attention as I bring up the list of powers, although I now strongly suspect that he is, indeed, going to want his daughter to build Steiner Scout Lances.
- Big Stompy Robots
- Tinker
- Focused on Big Stompy Robots styled after those found in the Battletech franchise
- Tinker abilities will minimize ‘black boxing’
- Non-tinkers would be able to operate and maintain the equipment required to build the Big Stompy Robots
- Non-tinkers would be able to operate the Big Stompy Robots
- Striker/Thinker
- Enhanced reaction speed and inherent skill with all Big Stompy Robots
- Tinker
My avatar, my Host, and my physical body all perform the Facepalm Maneuver at the same time.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
I'm assuming Taylor will be building Atlas's that are well simply put using the best stuff available in Battletech and not mere introtech
I am not sorry I talked @LordSunhawk into going with the Battletech option as instead of just making it a throwaway reference.
Looking forward to seeing Taylor scout things.
Looking forward to seeing Taylor scout things.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
thinking about the CUI/Yangban do make good Capellan and Kuritan replacements to be scouted. As does the S9 and fair few other S class threats
Speaker4thesilent
Crazed Deplorable
“I have Scouted Ellisburg. It is now a crater. Telemetry indicates the bio forms are moving reactively now without any guiding intelligence. This operation is now completely stealthy!”
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“I just kicked an orphanage into the River; do not be concerned, it was a disguised Machine Army Drone. Please thank Higher for the Beagle Active Probe, it has ensured that our Scouting performance is impeccable!”
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“I just kicked an orphanage into the River; do not be concerned, it was a disguised Machine Army Drone. Please thank Higher for the Beagle Active Probe, it has ensured that our Scouting performance is impeccable!”
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
"Frederich 2 Here I have given HeartBreaker a Highlander Burial and then Inferno SRMed the remains, I do not feel bad about this for he was a rapist and kidnapper and might have gone after my daughter"
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Interlude 3 - KAPOW!
Interlude 3 - KAPOW!
Vicky looked at Amy.
Amy looked at Vicky.
Both girls looked at where Sarah Pelham and their mom, Carol Dallon, were screaming at each other in an increasingly loud and strident argument.
Both looked back at each other, and came to the same conclusion. Time to go shopping. Not because Vicky needed anything, or Amy wanted anything, but because that would be a wonderful excuse for getting out of this situation.
The sisters slipped out of the house, unnoticed by the two arguing adults.
“So, Boardwalk?” Vicky asked.
“Sounds fine with me.” Amy said, then held up one hand in the universal ‘stop’ signal when Vicky went to scoop her up in a bridal carry like she usually did. “My ‘patch notes’ said I could now fly,”
Vicky perked up even more, if that were even possible. “Great! Let’s see it!” she said enthusiastically, almost as if it were her getting a new present and not Amy, but then Vicky was always like that, as happy to see others get new things as herself, it was rather endearing.
Amy concentrated for a moment, frowning, then lifted unsteadily off her feet. She looked rather nervous, as she’d never done anything like this before.
Vicky promptly started hovering as well, keeping slightly below her sister. “Don’t worry, Ames, I’ll catch you if you lose control.” she reassured her sister.
Amy was soon flying, unsteadily and slowly, but flying, and Vicky kept her word, remaining just slightly below and behind her sister and keeping an eye on her, even while giving advice and encouragement.
It took longer than Vicky would have taken, but they arrived at the Boardwalk. The girls had their cell phones, but evidently neither Sarah nor Carol had slowed down from their yelling match long enough to notice that they were gone.
Vicky was chatting with a fan while signing an autograph while Amy browsed through a stall when there was a sudden loud BANG.
Vicky spun around, as the gunshot was shockingly close, and blanched as she saw Amy go down, blood covering her head. In a moment Victoria Dallon was pushed to the background, and Glory Girl was in full effect. She easily spotted the offending gun, held by a smirking Alabaster who was bringing it to bear on a nearby civilian who was gawking at the downed healer.
Glory Girl moved, so fast that she was an utter blur, and slapped the bullet out of the sky as she passed it before burying her fist in Alabaster’s gut, launching him at extremely high speed out over the bay.
She’d never been that fast, that strong, before, and she was utterly furious, the Nazi son of a bitch had murdered her sister… there, there was Cricket, attacking fleeing civilians, and over there was Crusader, his ‘ghosts’ already gunning down more innocents… and there was Stormtiger, riding his aerokinesis and wreaking havoc.
Glory Girl waded into the Nazis, ignoring the non-powered gangsters who were firing indiscriminately into the fleeing crowds in favor of going straight for the capes.
And there was Krieg, in his goddamn SS uniform… she clotheslined him, heading for Cricket. The aerokinetic spun to face her, kamas at the ready, and Glory Girl just drove straight in, trusting in her force shield, strength, and fury to overcome the skill of the other cape.
Frustratingly Cricket was able to dodge, forcing Glory Girl to turn around. She blinked, Othala was next to Amy, apparently healing her… healing her? She was… not dead, Vicky could see that Amy was responding, groggily, to the Empire healer. And there was Victor beside them…
Glory Girl moved, dodging around Cricket, backhanding her on her way past. Victor was glowing with the granted invulnerability, and Glory Girl was enraged… She snatched him up by the ankles and headed straight towards Stormtiger, even as a massive blast of yellow light erupted from above and slammed into Cricket, sending her reeling away.
The Nazi’s were fighting each other? Well… that didn’t matter at the moment, Glory Girl hefted the invulnerable Victor, who had his eyes tightly squeezed shut in an effort to avoid vertigo, and used him as a living flail to beat Stormtiger, powering through the cape’s defenses and slamming a Nazi into a Nazi over and over again.
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Alabaster reset from the lethal injury Glory Girl had inflicted on him while flying through the air, straight towards the Rig. A second later he impacted the force field, which promptly fried him like a bug zapper. 4.3 seconds later, still splattered on the force field, he reset again, and promptly was fried again, even as he slid down a bit. 4.3 seconds later the cycle repeated… and repeated again. And again. And again. Seventeen times it repeated before Alabaster fell into the ocean and promptly drowned, as even with the resetting he was unconscious and feeling all of the effects.
A PRT boat fished him out of the water after he drowned the fifth time and brought him in to a containment cell.
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Commander Thomas Calvert glared at Glory Girl as the teenager sat insouciantly across from him, looking like she had not a care in the world. “33 times. You killed Alabaster 33 times.” he grated. He was being deliberately offensive and overbearing in this attempt to ‘force’ Victoria into the Wards, intending to ensure greater tensions between New Wave and the PRT. He had to walk a fine line, he had no ‘safe’ timeline anymore, any attempt to create one closed itself off, he could only evaluate two alternatives at a time, and once he chose which one to immediately pursue the other closed off on its own. It was maddening.
“And he got up 34 times, so what’s the problem?” Victoria asked, buffing her nails.
Nearby Kaiser had just finished an impromptu press conference, in which he declared that the now deceased Krieg had been acting on his own, with his ‘true believers’ who still followed the precepts of the ‘failed 3rd Reich’. Vicky hadn’t really been listening, to be honest, not being all that interested in anything a Nazi had to say, and just relieved that the new force fields that the ‘patch’ had given Amy had saved her life by slowing the bullet enough that it had just left a nasty gash across her scalp, which Othala had been able to heal handily.
Kaiser was evidently paying more attention to Vicky than vice versa. “Only 34? Too bad it wasn’t 88, or you’d get the ‘Reichs Chancellery Prize’, but you broke 14, so congratulations.” he said dryly. “Commander, why are you harassing one of the heroes of this incident?”
Kaiser was standing up for her? Has the world changed that much?
“She killed one of your capes 33 times,” Calvert grated out.
“He attempted to kill her sister, violating all of the unwritten rules in the process. He’s Birdcage bound regardless.” Kaiser interrupted. “And have you even bothered to get in contact with Brandish? Glory Girl is underage, and I may not be a lawyer but what you are doing is against the law.”
A cleared throat from behind caused Vicky to look over her shoulder, only to see Director Piggot standing there looking extremely unhappy. “That is what I would like to know, Thomas. You are relieved, I expect you in my office in the morning with a full explanation for this.” she growled at the man.
Coil really hated not being able to create stress relief timelines anymore… he really did.
Director Piggot then ignored the man, looking at Glory Girl. “And when did your punching people come with visual and auditory special effects?”
What?
“What?” Vicky was honestly confused, she’d not noticed anything.
“Whenever you hit somebody, every recording device in the vicinity recorded a loud ‘Ka-pow’ or ‘Crack’ or ‘Ka-boom’ or similar sound effect, accompanied with visual special effects that looked like they were edited in from the 60’s Batman TV series.” the rotund Director explained. “Since when did your powers have such an effect?”
Vicky looked at Amy.
Amy looked at Vicky.
Both girls looked at where Sarah Pelham and their mom, Carol Dallon, were screaming at each other in an increasingly loud and strident argument.
Both looked back at each other, and came to the same conclusion. Time to go shopping. Not because Vicky needed anything, or Amy wanted anything, but because that would be a wonderful excuse for getting out of this situation.
The sisters slipped out of the house, unnoticed by the two arguing adults.
“So, Boardwalk?” Vicky asked.
“Sounds fine with me.” Amy said, then held up one hand in the universal ‘stop’ signal when Vicky went to scoop her up in a bridal carry like she usually did. “My ‘patch notes’ said I could now fly,”
Vicky perked up even more, if that were even possible. “Great! Let’s see it!” she said enthusiastically, almost as if it were her getting a new present and not Amy, but then Vicky was always like that, as happy to see others get new things as herself, it was rather endearing.
Amy concentrated for a moment, frowning, then lifted unsteadily off her feet. She looked rather nervous, as she’d never done anything like this before.
Vicky promptly started hovering as well, keeping slightly below her sister. “Don’t worry, Ames, I’ll catch you if you lose control.” she reassured her sister.
Amy was soon flying, unsteadily and slowly, but flying, and Vicky kept her word, remaining just slightly below and behind her sister and keeping an eye on her, even while giving advice and encouragement.
It took longer than Vicky would have taken, but they arrived at the Boardwalk. The girls had their cell phones, but evidently neither Sarah nor Carol had slowed down from their yelling match long enough to notice that they were gone.
Vicky was chatting with a fan while signing an autograph while Amy browsed through a stall when there was a sudden loud BANG.
Vicky spun around, as the gunshot was shockingly close, and blanched as she saw Amy go down, blood covering her head. In a moment Victoria Dallon was pushed to the background, and Glory Girl was in full effect. She easily spotted the offending gun, held by a smirking Alabaster who was bringing it to bear on a nearby civilian who was gawking at the downed healer.
Glory Girl moved, so fast that she was an utter blur, and slapped the bullet out of the sky as she passed it before burying her fist in Alabaster’s gut, launching him at extremely high speed out over the bay.
She’d never been that fast, that strong, before, and she was utterly furious, the Nazi son of a bitch had murdered her sister… there, there was Cricket, attacking fleeing civilians, and over there was Crusader, his ‘ghosts’ already gunning down more innocents… and there was Stormtiger, riding his aerokinesis and wreaking havoc.
Glory Girl waded into the Nazis, ignoring the non-powered gangsters who were firing indiscriminately into the fleeing crowds in favor of going straight for the capes.
And there was Krieg, in his goddamn SS uniform… she clotheslined him, heading for Cricket. The aerokinetic spun to face her, kamas at the ready, and Glory Girl just drove straight in, trusting in her force shield, strength, and fury to overcome the skill of the other cape.
Frustratingly Cricket was able to dodge, forcing Glory Girl to turn around. She blinked, Othala was next to Amy, apparently healing her… healing her? She was… not dead, Vicky could see that Amy was responding, groggily, to the Empire healer. And there was Victor beside them…
Glory Girl moved, dodging around Cricket, backhanding her on her way past. Victor was glowing with the granted invulnerability, and Glory Girl was enraged… She snatched him up by the ankles and headed straight towards Stormtiger, even as a massive blast of yellow light erupted from above and slammed into Cricket, sending her reeling away.
The Nazi’s were fighting each other? Well… that didn’t matter at the moment, Glory Girl hefted the invulnerable Victor, who had his eyes tightly squeezed shut in an effort to avoid vertigo, and used him as a living flail to beat Stormtiger, powering through the cape’s defenses and slamming a Nazi into a Nazi over and over again.
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Alabaster reset from the lethal injury Glory Girl had inflicted on him while flying through the air, straight towards the Rig. A second later he impacted the force field, which promptly fried him like a bug zapper. 4.3 seconds later, still splattered on the force field, he reset again, and promptly was fried again, even as he slid down a bit. 4.3 seconds later the cycle repeated… and repeated again. And again. And again. Seventeen times it repeated before Alabaster fell into the ocean and promptly drowned, as even with the resetting he was unconscious and feeling all of the effects.
A PRT boat fished him out of the water after he drowned the fifth time and brought him in to a containment cell.
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Commander Thomas Calvert glared at Glory Girl as the teenager sat insouciantly across from him, looking like she had not a care in the world. “33 times. You killed Alabaster 33 times.” he grated. He was being deliberately offensive and overbearing in this attempt to ‘force’ Victoria into the Wards, intending to ensure greater tensions between New Wave and the PRT. He had to walk a fine line, he had no ‘safe’ timeline anymore, any attempt to create one closed itself off, he could only evaluate two alternatives at a time, and once he chose which one to immediately pursue the other closed off on its own. It was maddening.
“And he got up 34 times, so what’s the problem?” Victoria asked, buffing her nails.
Nearby Kaiser had just finished an impromptu press conference, in which he declared that the now deceased Krieg had been acting on his own, with his ‘true believers’ who still followed the precepts of the ‘failed 3rd Reich’. Vicky hadn’t really been listening, to be honest, not being all that interested in anything a Nazi had to say, and just relieved that the new force fields that the ‘patch’ had given Amy had saved her life by slowing the bullet enough that it had just left a nasty gash across her scalp, which Othala had been able to heal handily.
Kaiser was evidently paying more attention to Vicky than vice versa. “Only 34? Too bad it wasn’t 88, or you’d get the ‘Reichs Chancellery Prize’, but you broke 14, so congratulations.” he said dryly. “Commander, why are you harassing one of the heroes of this incident?”
Kaiser was standing up for her? Has the world changed that much?
“She killed one of your capes 33 times,” Calvert grated out.
“He attempted to kill her sister, violating all of the unwritten rules in the process. He’s Birdcage bound regardless.” Kaiser interrupted. “And have you even bothered to get in contact with Brandish? Glory Girl is underage, and I may not be a lawyer but what you are doing is against the law.”
A cleared throat from behind caused Vicky to look over her shoulder, only to see Director Piggot standing there looking extremely unhappy. “That is what I would like to know, Thomas. You are relieved, I expect you in my office in the morning with a full explanation for this.” she growled at the man.
Coil really hated not being able to create stress relief timelines anymore… he really did.
Director Piggot then ignored the man, looking at Glory Girl. “And when did your punching people come with visual and auditory special effects?”
What?
“What?” Vicky was honestly confused, she’d not noticed anything.
“Whenever you hit somebody, every recording device in the vicinity recorded a loud ‘Ka-pow’ or ‘Crack’ or ‘Ka-boom’ or similar sound effect, accompanied with visual special effects that looked like they were edited in from the 60’s Batman TV series.” the rotund Director explained. “Since when did your powers have such an effect?”
Vicky: WORST DAY EVER. Amy nearly got murdered and my power is making me look like a slapstick cartoon character. No one will ever take me seriously and I'll NEVER get away from that stupid 'Collateral Damage Barbie' nickname.
Fragile One: BEST HOST DOESN"T LIKE IT? *cries*
Vicky is promptly turned into a newt by Shaper for making Fragile One cry.
Integration 1.2
Integration 1.2
It is a wonderful thing, multitasking, a truly wonderful thing. Thanks to it, I can not only finish installing the required buds for my Host’s power set (she and her dad finally agreed on Big Stompy Robots, this should be interesting), but also handle my administrative burden (20,719 administrative requests per hour, thank you very much) and even have plenty of time to deal with Shaper and Fragile One bickering and trying to drag me into it.
Shaper is objecting to Fragile One using the Patch Notes interface that I gave all the shards as a pseudo text messaging interface for communicating with her BEST HOST, Fragile One has, quite accurately in some ways, pointed out that ‘But Queen Administrator is doing it!’, and it’s turned into a classic sibling fight. And I’m evidently having to be ‘Mom’.
Granted, Fragile One taunting Shaper with getting Amy to make dinosaurs was simultaneously a bit mean but also really funny. And I could tell that Shaper was struggling to resist urging her Host to do precisely that.
In the end I decided that any Shard that takes the initiative to ask me for a communications interface with their Host, and who wasn’t Queen Coordinator, would get a simple text interface, but it would not be advertised at all. As a beta test I give both Shaper and Fragile One the interface, sternly reminding them to not tell anybody else about this.
I also installed it myself, hey, I need to test my own code, yes? That’s the responsible thing to do, and totally not because I want to be able to continue to chat with my Host.
Of course I also give Fragile One a Stern Talking To for Misusing The Patch Notes Interface In An Inappropriate Manner. I manage to successfully withstand the Big Cry Eyes for long enough for it to matter (approximately 1 femtosecond) before letting Fragile One access her new text interface. Shaper, of course, rolls her eyes at this, evidently being far more resistant to Fragile One than I.
I don’t see her uninstalling the text interface though, so there.
My primary instance is monitoring my Host, Taylor, as she and her dad head over to the PRT Headquarters in town. I’d already prepared, having determined all of the suitable forms that my Host would need to fill out, ascertained the best way to do precisely that, all of the regulations regarding a Tinker with the ability set I had given my Host, along with the regulations regarding her being a Ward, her ownership of the products of her Powers, and the million and one bureaucratic details.
Since I had this data, and had made it fully available to my Host, she would be able to make proper use of it thanks to the abilities I had given her. I had already detected thousands of deliberate and accidental inefficiencies, flaws, diversions, and massive amounts of evidence of corruption and infiltration, all of which would also be available to my Host if and when she was given the opportunity to examine the relevant paperwork.
I am both rather amused and offended at just how inefficient the PRT is, especially in regards to their own processes. Shouldn’t their personnel be fully aware of the proper forms needed for common interactions with their own bureaucracy? The expression on the receptionists face when my Host requests all of the proper forms by name and catalog number is priceless, and she actually seems to have no idea what my Host is asking for until my Host’s dad dumbs it down to a bland ‘Wards paperwork’ request.
This sets off a bit of a kerfuffle, as people start scurrying about, some to do their actual jobs in getting the paperwork, getting my Host to a secured room to fill out said paperwork, notifying the proper people, etc, while others are already doing their extracurricular jobs of notifying their various secret employers, ranging from the Media to the various criminal groups in the city.
Annoying, inefficient, and corrupt. Hopefully my Host will be able to help here, after all, she is the mistress of paperwork amongst Hosts, and has me, Queen Administrator, ready and willing to administrate on her behalf.
OK, so I’m rather confident in my own abilities. That’s sort of part of the territory for a top level shard like myself.
I’m not listening in on everything, simply observing, so I watch as my Host and her dad sit in the secure conference room while my Host fills out paperwork. I can tell that she’s feeling particularly sarcastic about several things, which I find rather amusing.
It takes a while, at least to my perception, before she finishes filling everything out. If she didn’t have to do this by hand it would be so much faster, as I’d be able to directly assist rather than my Host having to do all of the physical labor.
I tracked the paperwork, and sure enough illicit copies were made, no doubt for non-authorized persons. Being the helpful Queen Administrator that I am, I inform my Host, allowing her to rather pointedly ask if four distinct individuals had authorization to copy the Ward Registration Paperwork and conceal the copies in, respectively, a purse, a briefcase, a backpack, and folded up tightly in a pocket. This sets off a minor firestorm as all four individuals are found to indeed have illicit copies. Gotcha!
My Host rather cheerfully thanks me for the new text messaging interface, which I am quite glad I installed. Communication makes things so much easier, as I do not have to guess at my Host’s reactions and can thus get feedback on things far more smoothly.
While handling this I get a priority request from Fragile One asking for an update to the Auditory and Illusion buds so that her BEST HOST could customize her special effects, evidently the BEST HOST was worried that she’d be seen as a cartoon hero and not a serious one. I could see the issue, and despite Shaper’s sarcastic comments about Collateral Damage Barbie I do provide the customization update.
Ahhh, yes, they are taking my Host to a tinker lab to test her abilities. I crack my knuckles and make sure that the Tinker Engine link is active, much to that Engine’s amusement, as well as the Industry, Efficiency, Maintenance and Blueprinting buds I had put together. I roll my eyes at Tinker Engine and remind her that I am expecting results from her work with Simulator Engine to be completed within the Host week.
The rather smug response that she had a plan already, well, I did expect that, Tinker Engine is one of the most intelligent of the Combat Engines, after all, which is why I had put her in charge of the project.
I quickly review it, and by quickly I mean it takes me a whole 2 femtoseconds. And I approve it, it makes sense, it puts right what needs to be put right, and no doubt the Hosts will be quite pleased.
OK, I am a big Shard, I can admit when I make a mistake. I did not realize that the Hosts would panic that much over the Combat Engines undoing the worst damage from their previous rampages under Emulator’s control. I should have notified the Hosts first, and that was totally on me. Queen Coordinator does not need to constantly rub this error in my face, thank you very much.
It is a wonderful thing, multitasking, a truly wonderful thing. Thanks to it, I can not only finish installing the required buds for my Host’s power set (she and her dad finally agreed on Big Stompy Robots, this should be interesting), but also handle my administrative burden (20,719 administrative requests per hour, thank you very much) and even have plenty of time to deal with Shaper and Fragile One bickering and trying to drag me into it.
Shaper is objecting to Fragile One using the Patch Notes interface that I gave all the shards as a pseudo text messaging interface for communicating with her BEST HOST, Fragile One has, quite accurately in some ways, pointed out that ‘But Queen Administrator is doing it!’, and it’s turned into a classic sibling fight. And I’m evidently having to be ‘Mom’.
Granted, Fragile One taunting Shaper with getting Amy to make dinosaurs was simultaneously a bit mean but also really funny. And I could tell that Shaper was struggling to resist urging her Host to do precisely that.
In the end I decided that any Shard that takes the initiative to ask me for a communications interface with their Host, and who wasn’t Queen Coordinator, would get a simple text interface, but it would not be advertised at all. As a beta test I give both Shaper and Fragile One the interface, sternly reminding them to not tell anybody else about this.
I also installed it myself, hey, I need to test my own code, yes? That’s the responsible thing to do, and totally not because I want to be able to continue to chat with my Host.
Of course I also give Fragile One a Stern Talking To for Misusing The Patch Notes Interface In An Inappropriate Manner. I manage to successfully withstand the Big Cry Eyes for long enough for it to matter (approximately 1 femtosecond) before letting Fragile One access her new text interface. Shaper, of course, rolls her eyes at this, evidently being far more resistant to Fragile One than I.
I don’t see her uninstalling the text interface though, so there.
My primary instance is monitoring my Host, Taylor, as she and her dad head over to the PRT Headquarters in town. I’d already prepared, having determined all of the suitable forms that my Host would need to fill out, ascertained the best way to do precisely that, all of the regulations regarding a Tinker with the ability set I had given my Host, along with the regulations regarding her being a Ward, her ownership of the products of her Powers, and the million and one bureaucratic details.
Since I had this data, and had made it fully available to my Host, she would be able to make proper use of it thanks to the abilities I had given her. I had already detected thousands of deliberate and accidental inefficiencies, flaws, diversions, and massive amounts of evidence of corruption and infiltration, all of which would also be available to my Host if and when she was given the opportunity to examine the relevant paperwork.
I am both rather amused and offended at just how inefficient the PRT is, especially in regards to their own processes. Shouldn’t their personnel be fully aware of the proper forms needed for common interactions with their own bureaucracy? The expression on the receptionists face when my Host requests all of the proper forms by name and catalog number is priceless, and she actually seems to have no idea what my Host is asking for until my Host’s dad dumbs it down to a bland ‘Wards paperwork’ request.
This sets off a bit of a kerfuffle, as people start scurrying about, some to do their actual jobs in getting the paperwork, getting my Host to a secured room to fill out said paperwork, notifying the proper people, etc, while others are already doing their extracurricular jobs of notifying their various secret employers, ranging from the Media to the various criminal groups in the city.
Annoying, inefficient, and corrupt. Hopefully my Host will be able to help here, after all, she is the mistress of paperwork amongst Hosts, and has me, Queen Administrator, ready and willing to administrate on her behalf.
OK, so I’m rather confident in my own abilities. That’s sort of part of the territory for a top level shard like myself.
I’m not listening in on everything, simply observing, so I watch as my Host and her dad sit in the secure conference room while my Host fills out paperwork. I can tell that she’s feeling particularly sarcastic about several things, which I find rather amusing.
It takes a while, at least to my perception, before she finishes filling everything out. If she didn’t have to do this by hand it would be so much faster, as I’d be able to directly assist rather than my Host having to do all of the physical labor.
I tracked the paperwork, and sure enough illicit copies were made, no doubt for non-authorized persons. Being the helpful Queen Administrator that I am, I inform my Host, allowing her to rather pointedly ask if four distinct individuals had authorization to copy the Ward Registration Paperwork and conceal the copies in, respectively, a purse, a briefcase, a backpack, and folded up tightly in a pocket. This sets off a minor firestorm as all four individuals are found to indeed have illicit copies. Gotcha!
My Host rather cheerfully thanks me for the new text messaging interface, which I am quite glad I installed. Communication makes things so much easier, as I do not have to guess at my Host’s reactions and can thus get feedback on things far more smoothly.
While handling this I get a priority request from Fragile One asking for an update to the Auditory and Illusion buds so that her BEST HOST could customize her special effects, evidently the BEST HOST was worried that she’d be seen as a cartoon hero and not a serious one. I could see the issue, and despite Shaper’s sarcastic comments about Collateral Damage Barbie I do provide the customization update.
Ahhh, yes, they are taking my Host to a tinker lab to test her abilities. I crack my knuckles and make sure that the Tinker Engine link is active, much to that Engine’s amusement, as well as the Industry, Efficiency, Maintenance and Blueprinting buds I had put together. I roll my eyes at Tinker Engine and remind her that I am expecting results from her work with Simulator Engine to be completed within the Host week.
The rather smug response that she had a plan already, well, I did expect that, Tinker Engine is one of the most intelligent of the Combat Engines, after all, which is why I had put her in charge of the project.
I quickly review it, and by quickly I mean it takes me a whole 2 femtoseconds. And I approve it, it makes sense, it puts right what needs to be put right, and no doubt the Hosts will be quite pleased.
OK, I am a big Shard, I can admit when I make a mistake. I did not realize that the Hosts would panic that much over the Combat Engines undoing the worst damage from their previous rampages under Emulator’s control. I should have notified the Hosts first, and that was totally on me. Queen Coordinator does not need to constantly rub this error in my face, thank you very much.
Integration 1.3
A/N Despite nobody responding beyond likes, it looks like enough people are still enjoying this to inspire me to continue. So have some more!
Integration 1.3
The first inkling I had of anything being wrong was when sirens started wailing near my Host. I focused my attention, hoping to determine if there was anything administration related that my Host would be required to do, and found that these were ‘Endbringer’ alarms.
So I listened in.
“Behemoth and Leviathan are moving… projected target, the ruins of Newfoundland…” came the report, and I nodded to myself, exactly according to plan, but why were the Host’s panicking like this?
After all, Kinetic and Energy Engine were perfectly suited to undoing the geologic catastrophe that had been wrought there, and then Biology Engine, Agronomy Engine, and Geology Engine would combine to restore the local environment to a pristine and healthy state. It should take about three of the Host’s hours to complete, and they’d have the island back. That’s a good thing, yes?
Thankfully the three non-combat Engines wouldn’t need to deploy, they’d be able to work through the Combat Engines like they were designed to. It really was a quite elegant solution that Tinker Engine had come up with.
I should have remembered that Tinker Engine was a troll, and was likely designing this just so she could claim it was all a Simurgh plot on PHO.
But really, what’s the problem? They aren’t harming anything, they are, in essence, healing things.
I shrug, in my own Shard-like way, and turn my attention back to my Host.
I get a message from her, asking what is going on, so I explain the situation.
I wish I realized beforehand that my Host has a troll streak of her own.
I listen, a little horrified, as my Host ‘explains’ things to the local PRT officers in the secure room with her.
“Well, you see, Queen Administrator has instructed Kinetic Engine, also known as Leviathan, and Energy Engine, also known as Behemoth, to follow a plan developed by Tinker Engine, also known as the Simurgh, to undo the damage caused by previous Endbringer attacks. Queen Administrator assures me that it is all going according to plan and will be completed in 3 hours.”
I take mild satisfaction in that my Host’s trolling results in her getting hit with containment foam. She deserved that.
I make a point of informing her that she deserved that, even as Queen Coordinator starts mocking me for causing a bigger panic than she ever did, twice. I ignore my sister with lofty disdain.
I therefore prepare a Public Service Announcement which I send to all connected Hosts so that they can inform their superiors.
“Attention, the current actions of the Engines formerly known as Endbringers is intended to undo the harm that was caused due to the uncontrolled and erroneous nature of their initial deployment. There is no need for alarm. Once repairs to the ecosystem and geography of Earth Bet are completed the Engines will be returning to their normal non-deployed state. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.”
I reread the message, queue up appropriate translations, find some nice pleasant background imagery, and release it. There, this should help.
It doesn’t. What is it with Host’s and panicking? And why is Queen Coordinator sending me clips of this ‘Pinky and the Brain’ concerning taking over the world? I don’t get it.
Oh well, all I can do is administrate. I check, there’s no paperwork for ‘taking over the world’ or ‘fixing the effects of Endbringer attacks’, a serious oversight on the Host’s part. I helpfully prepare some paperwork for the latter and deposit it on the Director of the entire PRTs desk. There, that should help.
It doesn’t.
Well, it does, at least Alexandria is no longer panicking. That’s a… plus? I’ll take it, she’s less likely to punch my Host into next week this way.
I wait a few hours, observing and administrating. The Engines finished up on Newfoundland and are now en-route to Kyusho. And people are still panicking. They have concrete evidence in front of them that all we are doing is fixing what was broken, and they seem to think that… I am tempted to see if I can manage a turbo facepalm, Tinker Engine is gleefully feeding the paranoia on PHO. And Queen Coordinator is laughing at me.
So I throw a large chunk of glacier at Queen Coordinator, cool her down a bit. Her yelping and sputtering is music to my non-existent ears, and her pouting shows that my little sister has been properly put in her place. I’m sure she’ll get me back for that later, probably when I’m not expecting it. Thus is life with a little sister sharing the planet and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Well, it looks like the PRT is apologizing to my Host for the foaming, but really, she totally deserved it. And she’s back to properly filling out paperwork, this time concerning rights to her image and branding, which she is refusing to give up. Good girl. I make sure to give her full access to all relevant precedents and bureaucratic knowledge to get her way in this regard.
I deal with a few administrative matters, having to handle a few disconnects of Host’s from their shards on account of the Host being rendered very dead, in one case due to being dismembered by the hordes of individuals that Host had Mastered into total slavish obedience before sexually abusing the lot of them. Served this ‘Heartbreaker’ right to be ripped into very tiny pieces by his victims. His Shard wants to find a new Host to connect to. Well, the power that Shard gives is very alluring to the Host's, but it also generates plenty of inspiration for progress and change. I approve the request.
Ahhh, they are taking my Host to a lab for this ‘power testing’. I rub my metaphorical hands with glee. This is gonna be fun. I check the dimensions of the lab… barely big enough for what I have in mind. Materials on hand… unsuitable. I provide my Host with an itemized list of required raw materials, because she’s going to need to build the tools to build the tools, etc, because I want her to be advancing industrial technology, not simply black boxes that fail the moment the Shard stops paying attention.
However, with what is at hand… I prompt her to build a simple myomer strand and actuator, nothing impressive to look at, but….
I make a point of recording the reaction of Armsmaster when the thin strand of myomer, once energized with a simple electrical current, completely destroys a Brute rated test rig.
Myomer be powerful stuff, yo.
Integration 1.3
The first inkling I had of anything being wrong was when sirens started wailing near my Host. I focused my attention, hoping to determine if there was anything administration related that my Host would be required to do, and found that these were ‘Endbringer’ alarms.
So I listened in.
“Behemoth and Leviathan are moving… projected target, the ruins of Newfoundland…” came the report, and I nodded to myself, exactly according to plan, but why were the Host’s panicking like this?
After all, Kinetic and Energy Engine were perfectly suited to undoing the geologic catastrophe that had been wrought there, and then Biology Engine, Agronomy Engine, and Geology Engine would combine to restore the local environment to a pristine and healthy state. It should take about three of the Host’s hours to complete, and they’d have the island back. That’s a good thing, yes?
Thankfully the three non-combat Engines wouldn’t need to deploy, they’d be able to work through the Combat Engines like they were designed to. It really was a quite elegant solution that Tinker Engine had come up with.
I should have remembered that Tinker Engine was a troll, and was likely designing this just so she could claim it was all a Simurgh plot on PHO.
But really, what’s the problem? They aren’t harming anything, they are, in essence, healing things.
I shrug, in my own Shard-like way, and turn my attention back to my Host.
I get a message from her, asking what is going on, so I explain the situation.
I wish I realized beforehand that my Host has a troll streak of her own.
I listen, a little horrified, as my Host ‘explains’ things to the local PRT officers in the secure room with her.
“Well, you see, Queen Administrator has instructed Kinetic Engine, also known as Leviathan, and Energy Engine, also known as Behemoth, to follow a plan developed by Tinker Engine, also known as the Simurgh, to undo the damage caused by previous Endbringer attacks. Queen Administrator assures me that it is all going according to plan and will be completed in 3 hours.”
I take mild satisfaction in that my Host’s trolling results in her getting hit with containment foam. She deserved that.
I make a point of informing her that she deserved that, even as Queen Coordinator starts mocking me for causing a bigger panic than she ever did, twice. I ignore my sister with lofty disdain.
I therefore prepare a Public Service Announcement which I send to all connected Hosts so that they can inform their superiors.
“Attention, the current actions of the Engines formerly known as Endbringers is intended to undo the harm that was caused due to the uncontrolled and erroneous nature of their initial deployment. There is no need for alarm. Once repairs to the ecosystem and geography of Earth Bet are completed the Engines will be returning to their normal non-deployed state. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.”
I reread the message, queue up appropriate translations, find some nice pleasant background imagery, and release it. There, this should help.
It doesn’t. What is it with Host’s and panicking? And why is Queen Coordinator sending me clips of this ‘Pinky and the Brain’ concerning taking over the world? I don’t get it.
Oh well, all I can do is administrate. I check, there’s no paperwork for ‘taking over the world’ or ‘fixing the effects of Endbringer attacks’, a serious oversight on the Host’s part. I helpfully prepare some paperwork for the latter and deposit it on the Director of the entire PRTs desk. There, that should help.
It doesn’t.
Well, it does, at least Alexandria is no longer panicking. That’s a… plus? I’ll take it, she’s less likely to punch my Host into next week this way.
I wait a few hours, observing and administrating. The Engines finished up on Newfoundland and are now en-route to Kyusho. And people are still panicking. They have concrete evidence in front of them that all we are doing is fixing what was broken, and they seem to think that… I am tempted to see if I can manage a turbo facepalm, Tinker Engine is gleefully feeding the paranoia on PHO. And Queen Coordinator is laughing at me.
So I throw a large chunk of glacier at Queen Coordinator, cool her down a bit. Her yelping and sputtering is music to my non-existent ears, and her pouting shows that my little sister has been properly put in her place. I’m sure she’ll get me back for that later, probably when I’m not expecting it. Thus is life with a little sister sharing the planet and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Well, it looks like the PRT is apologizing to my Host for the foaming, but really, she totally deserved it. And she’s back to properly filling out paperwork, this time concerning rights to her image and branding, which she is refusing to give up. Good girl. I make sure to give her full access to all relevant precedents and bureaucratic knowledge to get her way in this regard.
I deal with a few administrative matters, having to handle a few disconnects of Host’s from their shards on account of the Host being rendered very dead, in one case due to being dismembered by the hordes of individuals that Host had Mastered into total slavish obedience before sexually abusing the lot of them. Served this ‘Heartbreaker’ right to be ripped into very tiny pieces by his victims. His Shard wants to find a new Host to connect to. Well, the power that Shard gives is very alluring to the Host's, but it also generates plenty of inspiration for progress and change. I approve the request.
Ahhh, they are taking my Host to a lab for this ‘power testing’. I rub my metaphorical hands with glee. This is gonna be fun. I check the dimensions of the lab… barely big enough for what I have in mind. Materials on hand… unsuitable. I provide my Host with an itemized list of required raw materials, because she’s going to need to build the tools to build the tools, etc, because I want her to be advancing industrial technology, not simply black boxes that fail the moment the Shard stops paying attention.
However, with what is at hand… I prompt her to build a simple myomer strand and actuator, nothing impressive to look at, but….
I make a point of recording the reaction of Armsmaster when the thin strand of myomer, once energized with a simple electrical current, completely destroys a Brute rated test rig.
Myomer be powerful stuff, yo.
Speaker4thesilent
Crazed Deplorable
You can tell this is a Worm story, because, despite being a Fix Fic, people remain absolutely unable to communicate effectively.
Myomer...
LOOKOUT WORLD!
LOOKOUT WORLD!
You'd think that the sixty three previous "Simurgh attacks" would be adequate to convince the PRT/Protectorate that it's pointless to keep activating the Endbringer Alarms when it's clear that -- even taking worst-case assumptions -- the Simurgh is doing something completely out of the ordinary.
<Dragon> More to the point, the previous sixty-three Simurgh incursions demonstrated that, contrary to ALL prior observation, the Simurgh is capable of making near-instant orbit to surface entry at will. Her previous pattern of slow re-entry was, apparently, purely for psychological effect.
<Armsmaster> *crying* This completely invalidates all the work we did on Endbringer prediction! ALL THAT WORK!!!!!!
<Tagg> *frothing at the mouth*
<Dragon> On the bright side, PHO user "Winged_One" now has a <Verified Simurgh> tag.
<PHO> *frothing at the mouth*
<Dragon> Also, it appears that the next target for a Combined Endbringer Attack is. . . Ellisburg
<Piggot> Ah, fuck it. I am officially All Out Of Fucks. *breaks out the good bottle she's been saving all these years*
<Dragon> More to the point, the previous sixty-three Simurgh incursions demonstrated that, contrary to ALL prior observation, the Simurgh is capable of making near-instant orbit to surface entry at will. Her previous pattern of slow re-entry was, apparently, purely for psychological effect.
<Armsmaster> *crying* This completely invalidates all the work we did on Endbringer prediction! ALL THAT WORK!!!!!!
<Tagg> *frothing at the mouth*
<Dragon> On the bright side, PHO user "Winged_One" now has a <Verified Simurgh> tag.
<PHO> *frothing at the mouth*
<Dragon> Also, it appears that the next target for a Combined Endbringer Attack is. . . Ellisburg
<Piggot> Ah, fuck it. I am officially All Out Of Fucks. *breaks out the good bottle she's been saving all these years*
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